Earl Sweatshirt - Chum

      [Hook]
C                     Em           C
Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow
             Em                           C
A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth
           Em                      C          
Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work
       Em
"Golf" stitched into my shirt
C                                  Em            
Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche
C                   Em         C       Em        C       Em      C       Em
Psyche, psyche


[Verse 1]
                          C                           Em
It's probably been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
C                        Em
And I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jest
C                         Em
When honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was six
    C                              Em
And every time I got the chance to say it, I'd swallow it
C            Em                  C             
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots
                   Em                           C
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model
                  Em                            
I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on somebody front lawn
C                                     Em            
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
C                   Em   
Momma often was offering peace offerings
       C                               Em
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off again
C                            Em
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that
            C                            Em
And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap
    C                             Em
Too black for the white kids, too white for the blacks
           C                                  Em
From honor roll to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks
          C                                 Em 
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's evident
         C                             Em
And them eyes where he hiding all them icicles at

[Hook]
C                     Em           C
Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow
             Em                           C
A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth
           Em                      C          
Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work
       Em
"Golf" stitched into my shirt
C                                  Em            
Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche
C                   Em         C       Em        C       Em      C       Em
Psyche, psyche

[Verse 2]
           C                           Em
Uh... time lapse, bars rotten, heart's bottomless pit
            C                     Em
Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did
            C                          Em
We were the pottymouth posse crash the party and dip
         C                                  Em
With all belongings then toss em out to the audience
                    C                                   Em
Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom of Syd's
           C                              Em
Feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
        C                          Em
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
          C                                       Em
With Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article
C                         Em
Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now
C                        Em
Craven and these Complex fuck niggas done track me down
C                            Em                     
Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I like attention"
C                                   Em
Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
C                                     Em
Supposed to be grateful, right? Like, "Thanks so much, you made my life
C                               Em
Harder, and the ties between my mom and I are strained and tightened
C                        Em
Even more than they were before all of this shit"
     C                                  Em
Been back a week and I 'ready feel like calling it quits

[Hook]
C                     Em           C
Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow
             Em                           C
A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth
           Em                      C          
Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work
       Em
"Golf" stitched into my shirt
C                                  Em            
Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche
C                   Em         C       Em        C       Em      C  
Psyche, psyche