Lyrics Huey - Earl Sweatshirt
Foot
and
hand
on
the
gates
We
was
jumping
I'm
like
"fuck"
like
quicksand
in
my
ways
Always
stuck
& I'm
stuck
until
an
ambulance
came
The
first
time
I
changed
fast
through
Los
Angeles
lanes
And
my
bitch
say
the
spliff
take
the
soul
from
me
And
the
clique
tight-knit
man,
it's
like
the
'lo
rugby
Beat
the
fuckin
beat
like
it
stole
from
me
You
can
talk
to
Clancy,
you
need
a
feature,
or
quote
from
me
Bitch
I'm
off
the
lancy
I
reek
of
reefer
& show
money
It's
Early
running
with
niggas
Who
cold
running
shit
The
wins
like
lotion
He
get
it
he
go
rub
em
in
Critics
pretend
to
get
it
And
bitches
just
don't
fuck
with
him
I
spent
the
day
drinking
& missing
my
grandmother
Just
grab
a
glass
and
pour
up
some
cold
white
wine
And
a
Colt
45
in
it
you
know
how
I
get
it
I'm
toasted
myself
and
a
toast
to
all
my
niggas
And
there
ain't
no
time
limit,
I'm
toasted
as
hell
And
I
gotta
jot
it
quick
cause
I
can't
focus
so
well
And
now,
a
formal
introduction
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