Lyrics Grief - Earl Sweatshirt
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
Bitch
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'm
fleeting
thoughts
on
a
leash
For
the
moment,
high
as
fuck
I
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
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