Chords for Earl Sweatshirt - Luper (Earl)
Tempo:
77.05 bpm
Chords used:
F#m
F#
Bm
E
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[F#] Ma said, wake up son, good morning.
[F#m] paused for scratching it.
[F#] Just saw I was about to dig in, [E] thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended.
[F#m] Shit.
[F#m] with me.
[F#m] it to.
[F#m] she's gorgeous.
[F#m] making my eyes ache, [F#] stalking my space.
[F#m] paused for scratching it.
[F#] Just saw I was about to dig in, [E] thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended.
[F#m] Shit.
[F#m] with me.
[F#m] it to.
[F#m] she's gorgeous.
[F#m] making my eyes ache, [F#] stalking my space.
100% ➙ 77BPM
F#m
F#
Bm
E
D
F#m
F#
Bm
[F#] Ma said, wake up son, good morning.
I rolled out of bed, [Bm] greeted mama with a yawn, then [F#m] paused for scratching it.
She went [F#] down to the kitchen, fixed a plate of [Bm] eggs and baking glass to OJ Simpson.
[F#] Just saw I was about to dig in, [E] thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended.
[F#m] Shit.
I paid [F#] my thoughts no attention, cause I wasn't [Bm] tryna kick it with this bitch that just ended it [F#m] with me.
But mama [F#] wasn't having it, so I grabbed [F#m] my bag and split out the door and [Bm] saw the whore that I grabbed to kick [F#m] it to.
She was kinda brash, but [F#] it's the hash.
I mean the heart's true, [F#m] she [Bm] runs shit, she's the job.
I'm the whore's shoot, [F#m] she's gorgeous.
Niggas [F#] see her jaws hit the floor, so [F#m] when she left,
then [Bm] raked my heart and broke my torso, [F#m] making my eyes ache, [F#] stalking my space.
[F#m] Posted a new pic, I mean when I say [D] that I fucking hate you.
_ _ [F#] Maybe if you looked in this direction, I'd pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then.
[F#m] Feel a fucking [F#] life, brush it through my body, but you got it guys, it's not me so my wrist is looking sloppy.
[F#m] Come on let's [F#] cut the wood like a matador, you light me up like lamps, chances all I'm really asking for.
Give me one, I promise I'll be back for [F#m] more, most wanna tap and [B] score, I want a fam of [F#m] four.
Not like a family of four, just like, fuck you, unless I'm the shit of the city.
Fuck [E] you, [F#] _ _
[F#m] bitch.
_ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ [Bm] _ _
[F#m] She say you Russian, you rap, you son of a Labrador, but I'm attracted to you like T.D. Foppers to Apple stores.
The [F#] basement light is dark and the switchblade is sharp and her name on my arm and [Bm] her face on a 2% [F#m] carton.
See her face while you fixing your breakfast and know she's in my basement [F#] objecting to sex with [F#m] me.
Murder spree [F#] surges on with the next bitch, tombstones re-rip cause it's pieces they rest in.
I rolled out of bed, [Bm] greeted mama with a yawn, then [F#m] paused for scratching it.
She went [F#] down to the kitchen, fixed a plate of [Bm] eggs and baking glass to OJ Simpson.
[F#] Just saw I was about to dig in, [E] thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended.
[F#m] Shit.
I paid [F#] my thoughts no attention, cause I wasn't [Bm] tryna kick it with this bitch that just ended it [F#m] with me.
But mama [F#] wasn't having it, so I grabbed [F#m] my bag and split out the door and [Bm] saw the whore that I grabbed to kick [F#m] it to.
She was kinda brash, but [F#] it's the hash.
I mean the heart's true, [F#m] she [Bm] runs shit, she's the job.
I'm the whore's shoot, [F#m] she's gorgeous.
Niggas [F#] see her jaws hit the floor, so [F#m] when she left,
then [Bm] raked my heart and broke my torso, [F#m] making my eyes ache, [F#] stalking my space.
[F#m] Posted a new pic, I mean when I say [D] that I fucking hate you.
_ _ [F#] Maybe if you looked in this direction, I'd pick my heart up off the floor and put it in my chest then.
[F#m] Feel a fucking [F#] life, brush it through my body, but you got it guys, it's not me so my wrist is looking sloppy.
[F#m] Come on let's [F#] cut the wood like a matador, you light me up like lamps, chances all I'm really asking for.
Give me one, I promise I'll be back for [F#m] more, most wanna tap and [B] score, I want a fam of [F#m] four.
Not like a family of four, just like, fuck you, unless I'm the shit of the city.
Fuck [E] you, [F#] _ _
[F#m] bitch.
_ [F#] _ _ [F#m] _ [Bm] _ _
[F#m] She say you Russian, you rap, you son of a Labrador, but I'm attracted to you like T.D. Foppers to Apple stores.
The [F#] basement light is dark and the switchblade is sharp and her name on my arm and [Bm] her face on a 2% [F#m] carton.
See her face while you fixing your breakfast and know she's in my basement [F#] objecting to sex with [F#m] me.
Murder spree [F#] surges on with the next bitch, tombstones re-rip cause it's pieces they rest in.