song by Danny Brown
3 Tearz feat. Run The Jewels lyrics

Oh, we went school alright
Haha, we went to school, we was doin' JPEGs
Say
Used to cut the rock with no glove on (Step)
Shove on, for the block, felt up, a love jones (Yeah)
The reason why your ho got them rug burns (Ah)
It's no limit, call me Mr. Serv-On (Yeah)
Work all day 'till the work gone (Step)
Talkin' back in the day when I had a chirp phone (Ooh)
My nigga made a wrong turn, got flipped in the zone
Had to say I was a smoker just so I could go home (Home)
Every day, another episode (Step)
I'm just tryna hear the beat like the stethoscope (Yeah)
Like my bass line thick, like a Texas ho
It was written, but the signature not legible (Nah)
Drink so much, I could drown a fish
On some other shit (Step)
A demon on the hunt for the succubus (Step)
Why you on some pedo shit, hit it, then f*ck her b*tch
I don't think you know who you're f*ckin' with (Yeah)

Two tears in a bucket, f*ck it (Step)
I don't care about nothin', nothin' (No)
Two tears in a bucket, f*ck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin' (Step)

[El-P]
Danny, its dangerous, Run The Jewels is chaos in arrangements
Shit'll give you fuckface a facelift
Poppa did the Triple Lindy flip when the 'caine hit
Momma never met a bottle that she couldn't drain quick (Ayy!)
Stuck in a room, rude, the f*ck shit approaches
Like we believe in nothin' Lebowski (Yes, Lebowski)
There's no motive
I pop along, tryna get bags like, "F*ck all of 'em"
Death is on my couch and I'm telling' him jokes, stallin' him
Plus, I offer one of my smokes, he smoked all of 'em (F*ck, man)
True doom, eat up your crew, like MM... FOOD
Say the name, it's like you prayin' for pain, but you rude
Got a brain? You gon' move it or lose it, you screwed
I'm from fame, its deranged it is sick, real shit
If I'm correct, the really cool kids prolly callin' it lit (Hey kids)
Call it shit that I am calling from my brain with a switch
Hold my beer, I'm 'bout to go and get rich
Motherf*ckers!

3 tearz in a bucket, f*ck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
3 tearz in a bucket, f*ck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Hol' up

[Killer Mike]
I don't give a f*ck 'bout Trump, who got dump?
Who protestin' collections at their garbage dump?
And I don't really give a f*ck about givin' a f*ck
And who feels that black celebrities ain't givin' enough?
Give 'em the d*ck; fat, slick son of a b*tch
Better than you are, what you are's the son of a wh*re
My dad told me that your mom was somethin' mean on her knees
But thank God we ain't related, 'cause she swallowed the seeds
Happy belated, I'm elated to know we ain't related
So tell your special kids stop saying Auntie Shana my lady
I sip on fine wines fine dine with dimes and nines
I got an Einstein mind and I still tote iron
I'm a P-I-M-P in my own rhyme
Space-age guerrilla pimpin' out the cage with mine
Would you steal for me, nigga? If it's goddamn mine
Would you kill for me, nigga?
B*tch, you out your goddamn mind
And that's goddamn right, I'm goddamn Mike
Win in the end like Tina did goddamn Ike

[Killer Mike, El-P, & Both]
3 tearz in a bucket, f*ck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
3 tearz in a bucket, f*ck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Hol' up

[Killer Mike]
3 tearz in a bucket, f*ck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Bucket, f*ck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
3 tearz in a bucket, f*ck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'