Fizzy Water Earl Sweatshirt Remix by The Thought Lyrics
[Intro]
BLAQKNOIZ
And that's the collective BLAQKNOIZ, not Earl's producer homie, I know this gets confusing
[Verse]
I am the liquor, my skin is thicker
My blood is viscous, so they can light me in the wicker man
I am the liquor, the empty bottle son
The prodigal quipper that bit McGonagall's gun, yeah
I am the one that's sicker off the grains than the trees
I paint that hurtful picture, like Geronimo's run
I get the domino funds, no accepted degrees
I hate my yearns for liquor, like my genetics have won
But they haven't and I'm glad of it, addictions are mine
Inner-stand it if you magnetized convictions of time
The plan of circumstance was a fascination with booze
Oh, how bland the reservations! Hesitations to lose!
My momma still at Al-Anon from her divorce in '99
The treadmill where the malice gone, the family might fine
The type to wine and dine, drink and drive, then go nighty-night
That's if they made it out the bar without starting a fight, yeah
Luck of the Irish, scruff of the Russians
I take that sip like Billy, I Lich then I bust out my McGuffin
The snuff that's lusted over, like the finest glass of nothing
Kryptonite to overloaders, enough's enough, bitter than an alcoholic
[Hook]
I'm not trying to be my pops
So I'm sticking to the pop
I ain't tryna be my pops
So I'm sticking to the pop
BLAQKNOIZ
And that's the collective BLAQKNOIZ, not Earl's producer homie, I know this gets confusing
[Verse]
I am the liquor, my skin is thicker
My blood is viscous, so they can light me in the wicker man
I am the liquor, the empty bottle son
The prodigal quipper that bit McGonagall's gun, yeah
I am the one that's sicker off the grains than the trees
I paint that hurtful picture, like Geronimo's run
I get the domino funds, no accepted degrees
I hate my yearns for liquor, like my genetics have won
But they haven't and I'm glad of it, addictions are mine
Inner-stand it if you magnetized convictions of time
The plan of circumstance was a fascination with booze
Oh, how bland the reservations! Hesitations to lose!
My momma still at Al-Anon from her divorce in '99
The treadmill where the malice gone, the family might fine
The type to wine and dine, drink and drive, then go nighty-night
That's if they made it out the bar without starting a fight, yeah
Luck of the Irish, scruff of the Russians
I take that sip like Billy, I Lich then I bust out my McGuffin
The snuff that's lusted over, like the finest glass of nothing
Kryptonite to overloaders, enough's enough, bitter than an alcoholic
[Hook]
I'm not trying to be my pops
So I'm sticking to the pop
I ain't tryna be my pops
So I'm sticking to the pop