Lyrics AM // Radio - Earl Sweatshirt feat. Wiki
19,
still
gettin′
kicked
out
the
crib
Ripped
off
my
bib,
spit
out
my
food,
hiccup
and
piss
Urine
burnin',
I
could
smell
the
liquor
in
this
Cats
always
tryna′
pick
up
the
fist
"Duff
this
dude
out"
Rappers
stoop
just
to
get
to
your
crib
Now,
it's
like
bruised
face,
loose
walk,
too
sauced
Distraught
thoughts
on
my
corpse
on
the
asphalt
Back
when
I'd
slack
off,
rock
my
slacks
of
my
ass
half-off
Every
time
I
rap
I
blast-off
Back
when
I
catch
court
I
always
had
sports
Dippin′
on
cops
in
my
track
shorts
So
tell
my
mom
I
had
to
make
it
right
I
lie
every
night
about
the
lime-light,
so
I
could
lie
at
night
And
tell
my
pops
I
gotta
take
advice
Keep
my
head
screwed
on
tight,
abuse
these
mics
See
me,
I′m
the
contusion
type
A
cat
to
smack
the
mic
against
my
fuckin'
head
when
I′m
losing
hype
RATKING,
never
losing
hype,
no
Smack
king,
and
I
do
it
right,
no
RATKING,
yeah,
I
do
it
nice,
woah
Bitch,
I
skated
before
I
rapped
If
you
take
me
before
your
captain
Bet
20
hots
on
your
daddy
That
someone
could
Noila
Clap
em'
Probably
cold
and
passive
′Cause
pops
was
the
one
that
got
to
me
Feeling
down
like
he
passed
it
And
when
I'm
cornered,
it′s
action
I
was
kinda
out
the
game
Mama
put
the
quarter
right
back
in
the
slot
In
09',
we
took
the
7 to
the
Dussy
17
to
the
block
Bitch,
if
yo'
nigga
had
Supreme,
we
was
the
reason
he
copped
it
And
nowadays,
I′m
on
the
hunt
for
mirrors
to
box
with
And
some
pretty
bitches
that
ain′t
trip
if
it's
a
hit
and
run
I
got
the
gold
′cause
I
don't
do
the
crying,
bro
She
Mario,
I′m
tryna'
keep
the
whining
to
a
minimum
Piggies
come,
bet
I′m
splittin'
quicker
than
I
finish
rum
Find
me
some
Indica
Nuggets
on
my
fingers
and
my
shirt
like
they
was
chicken
crumbs
The
room
spinnin',
finna
yak
if
I
don′t
hit
the
blunt
Got
the
chin
wagging,
slim
chances
of
me
getting
up
after
this
Mind
in
the
trash
next
to
where
my
fuckin′
passion
went
Dodge
fanatics,
half
a
Xanax
when
I'm
traveling
six
hours
or
more
Brick
out
on
the
tour,
got
kicked
out
of
the
morgue
Spit
cattle
manure
shit,
shit,
rally
the
Horsemen
Tally
the
corpses
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