TOURMALINE Lyrics – Earl Sweatshirt

Read the full TOURMALINE lyrics by Earl Sweatshirt 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 Live and Earth, two other songs by Earl Sweatshirt.

[Intro]
Gots to, gots to

[Chorus]
I’m finna be out
I thought I told you geek down, trouble follow me ’round
Everybody wanna be Bowser
I’m throwing another seed out, the fire come through me now
Pitch-black tourmaline towers
She found me on the streets, she wilding
Keep my feet grounded for my sweet child
Struggle not a team sport

You’re not afforded recourse, of course I had to reroute
Stories wasn’t unfounded
Multitudes of one, I’m never done, counting up drowsy
Your son bouncing through the funhouses
I got used to the comedown, I leaped around and jumped out

[Post-Chorus]
Both ears ringing, ears ringing with your love
Both my ears ringing with your love

[Verse]
Uh, ghost in the shell, you a hell of a host
We set up a post outside of the settlement with whatever n!ggas could want
Golden intel, it’s heavy to know everything goes, but it’s better to
Vestibule lesson, prerequisite be getting in the doors
Never letting them be selling you short, let’s get it
I’ve been in here before, it’s been a minute, familiar with it all
It’s bone-chilling and a bar for good riddance
The muzzle isn’t on the dog
The muscles wouldn’t get it from the gods, it’s a different feeling
Spirit and heart, that’s unrelenting
Evidently to a fault which obviously gon’ cause all kind of switching
Coming to my senses

[Chorus]

I’m finna be out
I thought I told you geek down, trouble follow me ’round
Everybody wanna be Bowser
I’m throwing another seed out, the fire come through me now
Pitch-black tourmaline towers
She found me on the streets, she wilding
Keep my feet grounded for my sweet child
Struggle not a team sport
You’re not afforded recourse, of course I had to reroute
Stories wasn’t unfounded
Multitudes of one, I’m never done, counting up drowsy
Your son bouncing through the funhouses
I got used to the comedown, I leaped around and jumped out

[Post-Chorus]
Both ears ringing, ears ringing with your love
Both my ears ringing with your love