Sunday Earl Sweatshirt (Ft. Frank Ocean)

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up
But you not passionate about half the shit that you into
And I ain't havin' it
And we both know that I don't mean to offend you
I'm just focused today
And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you
And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen
And if I hurt you, I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive
When I'm awake I'm just driftin', I'm not complainin'
It's just to say that I stay pretty busy lately
And I could be misbehavin', I just hang with my niggas
I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot
I'm faithful despite all what's in my face and my pocket
And this is painfully honest
And when I say it I vomit
On cloudy days when I'm salty, I play the hate to the logic
State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga
My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive
And where I'm walkin', it's studded, and half-retarded, I stumble
To where she park when she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it
I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't comin'
For the moment, if I could hold it
You see, see, it seems that

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]
All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smokin' pot
Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smokin' pot
And lovin' you is a little different, I don't like you a lot
You see, it seems like, um