[Verse 1]
Just need to wait, my nigga
For the pass in the states, my niggas
Where the grass is green and the air is clean
And your story is erased, my nigga
This is somewhere I stay, my nigga
Where my death is delayed, my nigga
Where my head is laid and my bed is made
With a breakfast plate, my nigga
How that breakfast taste, my nigga?
I spin stars when I gaze, my nigga
I'm a star-man in space, take me back to my home
Take me back to that place, my nigga
Where I ain't worried 'bout the days that I miss
'Cause I ain't do my work and my grades ain't shit
When that paintbrush broke that they paint me with
When my dad ain't stressed, get that veiny wrist
Yeah we still heading home, no payments missed
When my belly full with no vacant dish
And no demons came with that angel kiss
But, I guess it all made me this
Man I'm so down to Earth, make the pavement split
Til my soul started hurting, tried to make me quit
When my toes in the dirt and my chain in the mist
[Chorus]
You ain't shit, you ain't shit
You ain't shit, you
You ain't shit, you ain't shit
You ain't shit
[Verse 2]
Have you ever got to spar with a spartan?
Have you ever seen his car at its farthest?
Have you ever seen his fans when they're marching?
He just tryna put his mans in the market
Chemical binds in the tidal
I used to write my bars in a margin
Yeah you know the boy a narc when he barring
Yeah you know the boy Stark with the starship, dark as his carcass
Spark when the cards shift, hard when guitar riffs
Far from a dark kid, bright as the stars is
Fly like the carpet, MIKE at his harshest
Nice, he the sharpest with the mic that he harvests
Mind till his heart split, nigga I'm a dime in the garbage
Nigga I'm a diamond in the rough, you been sleeping on the kid
You been spying for a buck and you run to me now when your guys' out of luck
I been chilling for a while, now it's time to erupt
Where's the line for gold? Now your eyes in the dust
Little ass circle full of guys that I trust, I never lied on the team
When I rhyme, keep a blunt
My arise is now cause I'm not being touched
Plus my eyes to the light 'cause my life not stuck like the last couple months
[Chorus]
You ain't shit, you ain't shit
You ain't shit, you
You ain't shit, you ain't shit
You ain't shit
Crimson was written by MIKE & Earl Sweatshirt & Matt Martians.
Crimson was produced by Sweaty Martians.