Tour de France Lyrics – Earl Sweatshirt, SURF GANG | POMPEII // UTILITY

Read the full Tour de France lyrics by Earl Sweatshirt and SURF GANG from the album POMPEII // UTILITY along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Earl Sweatshirt’s music, you can also explore Locusts and Sisyphus, two other songs by Earl Sweatshirt.

SURF GANG, b!tch

[Verse]
Damn, they sold me upstream, baby
We do it humongous, babe
Couple of sold out shows in the London dates
I see a dysfunction, baby
Please don’t leave, don’t want you to change
The weather somewhere in the upper 80’s
Gang, it leave K on the summer stage
Number one, ’til my son replace me
Couple things, was clearing the date

It was me who carried the weight
Should I leave, should I-
Should I leavе, or should I stay?
Should I lead it, should I take it?
It’s a reason for mе to be angry
Play with the few, endangered
Okay, I see what you saying
Smoking, might need a inhaler
Bad b!tch, the feelings too fatal
Attraction is a understatement
That advance went under the table
500 cash like I handled the leg
Had to be strong, that (??) and s*it
I’m getting

[long] and tatted by sis
Had to re-pose, left out my swag and they had a fit
Every toe don’t get tagged, that s*it is open-ended
Every stone ground in sand, choppers is overhead
Started a wave like Joy Division
I took a plate before I dipped (Huh)
I make ’em wait, for this s*it
You name it, I did it like Florida man
I’m running through cities on tour again
Feel like the Tour de France, I’m hogging the road, the way I’m staring
I’m dodging the morgue, I’m dodging the pen

Got a little morsel, while I’m content (Huh)

SURF GANG, baby