Earl Sweatshirt - Chum Instrumental video free download

GetQuickiesFromUrMom

I personally hate the buzzing sound i know it sounds different and all but it ruins the instrumental

Mr Anderson

Temporal lobe hold mo gold than that o.z road No thc rolled mean the flow go on a ekg you ain't know hoe we past the basic'sbases naked face it for i slide home Fuck the world before i save itevery rose got a thorn and a fragranceso i don't feel the need to keep my eye's on Tri on bi gone psi gone clops mean my sight on watch phi i mean sigh when i'm gone stop see i'm amped but that ain't ritecause i write on top like i'm autographing the cardthere's more to rap than the bar's and if you ain't on that next genyou annoying captain Picard i hope these star's fleet of foot cause enter prizeinto this grand prix school gotta leave it shook like a hand be wait that's leftit hanging like ya pop's did ya mom's off that plan B

Mr Anderson

I'm like the neo of set the sect's reload and free load to death until i stepped with the G-code my circle flyer than a Zero-I'm trying to get on vivo Push the audi or the evo and evoke spirit's through the zero's cause i am the one in this binary that could find every human like cerebro and control alt delete hoe's my mind's a weapon the mag's neato but you don't see those light's flashing in the night still typecasting this hype passionon the track flashing with knife as ya life's passing in front of ya eye's it's insane in front of ya guys pulled membrane through one of you eye'smy pen game sick tongue in a tie this bitch will gag as i lunge in and dieas i lick the tip amidst the rag witch hunt if i die

KingTayTV

I'm Tyrone, and I'm here to fuck somebody wife!

Eddie Marin

Tragedy,Could be a result of your douchebaggery, no hazadry.So watch it please.Before I have you begging on your knees. Take a quick look at yourself and then you'll seeThat your no match for me.So give me all that you got,cuz I'm not gonna stoptill your motherfuckin' head pops. Like a watermelon.I be tellin' all my homies that you're something to mess with.So don't hold your breath cuz its already over,Unless you got a death wish.Yeah I said it.Here's my address.Guess,Who I wont be expecting at the dinner table.Don't get it twisted this isn't another fable.You better quit pretending I'm wrongcuz it's always going to be he same song.

Josh Driscoll Beats

Could anyone else hear Action Bronson going in on this beat?

DaanishASXP

Yolo swag 420 baze it/yoyoyo swag nigga i made it/i want to wear new clothes/i like hoes/

Flordelmar

[Hook]Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slowA degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealthWelcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work"Golf" is stitched into my shirtGet up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psychePsyche, psyche[Verse 1]It's probably been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherlessAnd I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jestWhen honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was sixAnd every time I got the chance to say it I would swallow itSixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shotsI storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role modelI'm drunk, pissy, pissing on somebody front lawnTrying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderateMomma often was offering peace offeringsThink, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off againSearching for a big brother, Tyler was thatAnd plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the trapToo black for the white kids, and too white for the blacksFrom honor roll to cracking locks up off them bicycle racksI'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's evidentAnd them eyes where he hiding all them icicles at[Hook]Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slowA degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealthWelcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work"Golf" is stitched into my shirtGet up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psychePsyche, psyche[Interlude]"Can I get that, oh... let me get that beat in my headphones, louder."[Verse 2]Uh... time lapse, bars rotten, heart's bottomless pitWas mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and Prodigy didWe were the pottymouth posse crash the party and dipWith all belongings then toss em out to the audienceNothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom of Syd'sFeeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage isSupreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffsWith Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine articleTolerance for boundaries, I know you happy nowCraven and these Complex fuck niggas done track me downJust to be the guys that did it, like, "I like attention"Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expenseSupposed to be grateful, right? Like, "Thanks so much, you made my lifeHarder, and the ties between my mom and I are strained and tightenedEven more than they were before all of this shit"Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits[Hook]Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slowA degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealthWelcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work"Golf" is stitched into my shirtGet up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psychePsyche, psyche

hakeem24100

Life is just a word with a meaning we don't understand/As man I ain't prepared for life with out a helping hand / I sit back like damn and watch this the country for witch I standAnd see that government is just a scheme and money is the plan/Open ya eyes feel my vibe arise from sleep and touch the skyYa mind is sleep forever high awake the world before demiseI hear Cry's of kids I wanna wipe the tears from out there eyesAnd give them pride and let them know there's stills some really good guys/Music is a bunch of lies to deceive the young and dumb minds/ Behind the TV screen they all hide feeding more and more lies/See what I see and realize ask question all the time /Why is this and why is that why why why why Why money why drugs why war instead of hugs?there's one way to stop hate we gotta pull the damn plug/We gotta stop influcing young minds to do drugs / We must unite as one and stop acting like a bunch of thugs /The key to life is simple open heart to the one and only true love/(And no I'm not talking bout that nut ass nigga Jesus)

Dingodin scum

this shit fucking sucks balls the drums are horrible and its just a constant loop 1/5 sorry

Scott Massachusetts

0:03all my life was labelled a screw up,straight weed abuser always tryna group upwe always carried lugers, so the teachers call us losersnever pull the trigger but wanted to on some of these niggasjust tryna make it to 7 figures, and see the bigger picturesof these jealous ass bitches, or should i say thotscause these sluts have sophisticated thoughtsthey be schemin on me daily, all part of their plotsparanoia, take another drink then im off to sleepcounting blessings every day of benefits i reap

D'Isiah T. Billings-Clyde

I broke up with my ex girl, here's her number, Psych! That's the wrong number! 

Clutch

They say I'm drastic the way I murder these faggots/I disassemble their limbs and wrap em bags of plastic/I might cut off a chunk of leg and cook it up like a steak/Then throw em in a lake and watch his weight make the water wake/I shake and bake on the feds like Ricky Bobby/Then hit up a local thotty for some head that's extra sloppy/

AWesome

My life is circus,Having fun all day and night,Anxious,For a new day,Or for some good shit to come my way,I love myself and my family too,I even got my own motherf*cking crew,Life is perfect,People around me are so focused,I come back to crib and start cutting myself,I got a bunch of anti-depressants up on the shelf,I'm broke,No change in my pocket,That's how I feel,My Wife left me,She took the kids too,I basically lost everything I've ever knew,I get lots of dirty looks,I read lots of suicidal books,People keeps saying you have a lot to be happy for,Even though my new girl is a f*cking whore,I end of my day like I normally do,But just with a twist, like I said f*ck the crew,I go into my closet,Turn of the lights,Step onto the chair,And say Goodnight.

Peter Anderson

Steppin through a life that's uncertain/cause I'm not certain if there's really anything behind the curtain/but I keep searchin, keep yearnin, overturnin every stone/even if I go in circles I'm sure I'm not alone/there has to be a prize/I pry open my eyes and visualize a place where I finally feel good inside/but part of me still dies/I guess this disguise won't hide what guilt buys/my wife sings my son lullabies/sounds like she's singing to me in another life/maybe another time because right now I'm too busy/too locked in my head for you to talk with me/too shocked at what I said to start listening/it's like there's something missing/something I never got from the beginning/I guess that's why I shouldn't assume I'm always winning.

Jon O

And OF needs to drop a new album

Jon O

Sweat doesn't get the attention he deserves 

Ryan Bradley

I'm losing the game I thought I'd never lost,Like the last days of hitters hollacost, Poison a fucking bitch while I'll stab her in the vein,Crack open her dome and eat some fucking brain,Obviously I'm going insane,Like strapped to a chair hearing hours of T-pain,Rick Ross then Lil wayne,Now I don't give a fuck what I'm saying,Cause when I'm rhyming feels like I'm spraying,Like I got a lisp,I could honestly give two shits,One piss or a squirt,About anyone cause no one gave a fuck when I was hurt,Like I sliced off my hand and I'm bleeding,And I'm needing,A fucking hand but all they do is aplause,See they must see that I'm a lost cause,Like trying to help a deer in a bears jaws,Ripped apart by this beasts claws,Yet the whole world has to pause,For the drama with the stars,Or even manslaughter in nascar, If are problems why is it there's we have to care,I mean I don't know the numbers of vines about some fat rapper eating pares,And yet this post will get some stops and some stares,But yet will it be judged fair,But fuck man why would I even care,Cause to my own friends it's like I'm not even there,So I suppose,You can just call me a ghost

M.C.L. & Deon

I've never understood why you would post your lyrics on an instrumental? What if you actually end up being good, and the lyrics you put are good, and then someone jacks your lyrics??

We Got It TV

I made a video of my verse on this song, check my channel let me know what u think

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