Lyrics 74 - Earl Sweatshirt
You
like
Amar'e
Stoudemire
with
dreads
Bobbleheads,
chatterboxes
flappin'
but
I
got
a
lot
'em
fed
Common
head
cold-level,
minor
setbacks,
minor
threats
To
blockin'
it's
kinda
Steph,
step
back
Ya
shit
is
not
knockin'
like
the
feds
Don't
get
your
head
cracked
lackin'
common
sense
On
a
whim
I
felt
it,
in
mi
casa
you
don't
got
no
wins
Just
to
match
the
losses
I
don't
have
in
your
gym
Opposites
attract
opulence,
the
mud
wouldn't
stick
The
sun
make
it
so
my
soul's
crumblin'
They
dug
it
when
they
was
young
More
than
one
hole
in
one
with
no
mulligan
Sellin'
kids
culture
with
death,
circlin'
like
carrion
The
more
the
merrier,
phone
got
you
livin'
vicarious
I
smell
it
'cause
it's
so
hot
The
veil
lifts,
the
pain
salient
Niggas
started
choppin'
at
the
road
blocks
As
far
as
tracks,
we
goin'
off
Brought
the
Stroganoff
beef,
Holy
War
You
know
it's
not
unique
to
your
boy
at
all
It's
comin'
out
the
teeth
Streets
flooded
like
the
pants
weren't
touchin'
the
sneak
They
rain
dancin'
on
this,
no,
they
stomp
On
all
accounts,
paid
the
cost
to
see
this
far
I'm
not
on
board
with
the
board
you
try
and
lead
me
on
I'm
pullin'
strings,
it's
time
to
let
me
off
The
cook'll
send
you
Protect
your
neck
and
don't
forget
the
heart
We
upper
echelon
with
it
That's
what
they're
checkin'
for
I'm
givin'
a
fed
a
conch
for
them
I'm
duckin'
when
the
quiver
launch
missiles
in
the
dark
Miss
me
with
the
glib
remarks,
switch
hitta
Keep
the
innings
long,
nigga
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.