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      Earl Sweatshirt

      Album: I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt

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      Earl Sweatshirt - Grief Música y Letra

      Good grief, I been reaping what I sow
      Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute
      I been living what I wrote
      And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
      Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look
      Miss me at the precinct getting booked
      Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
      Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga
      I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga
      Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen
      Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission
      Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction
      When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it
      Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details
      3-7-6 was a brothel
      We had females come in every hour on the dot
      And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock
      Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts
      Lately I've been panicking a lot
      Feelin' like I'm stranded in a mob
      Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
      Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job
      Time damaging my ties
      Who turn to get up? Get
      Dude turned to dinner quick
      You circus niggas, you turning into tricks
      I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em
      Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit
      Cut the grass off the surface
      Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent nigga shit
      I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash
      For the moment, high as fuck
      I've been alone in my shit for the longest
      Snakes sliding in the street
      Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them
      Pigs, riding in 'em
      I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em
      If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him
      There's no time for that
      Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar
      When you eyeing that
      Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle
      I'mma wallow when I lie in that
      I just want my time and my mind intact
      When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back

      Earl Sweatshirt - Grief Música y Letra






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