Lyrics Mantra - Earl Sweatshirt
Get
your
lady
Cop,
piff,
inhale
& cough
Rip
the
label
off
this
Picked
the
road
that
got
twists
I'm
holding
my
dick
& playing
cautious
Imma
show
you
how
it's
done
right
nigga
Drop
this
when
the
sunlight
gone
Better
run
right
home
when
the
sky
turn
black
Screaming
"fuck
five-0"
til
my
line
go
flat
In
that
ash-gray
beamer
we'll
be
callin
that
the
pigeon
coupe
Jack
knife
bitches
to
the
couches
in
they
living
rooms
Ask
who
the
best
and
I
doubt
that
they
picking
you
Back
like
how
I
need
to
style,
I
invented
you
Act
like
you
don't
know
the
name
Only
time
I
ain't
eating
when
the
cho-cha
stanky
Listening
to
Pre,
getting
dome
while
I
lane
switch
Bitches
by
the
three
licking
coke
off
the
pinky
of
a
Poster
child,
you're
supposed
to
hate
me
Bold
& wild,
you
broke
and
angry,
my
nigga
Name
getting
bigger
than
the
difference
between
us
Niggas
is
fake,
I
limit
the
features
I
give
'em
Sweat
(sweat)
shirt
(shirt)
You
know
you
famous
when
the
niggas
that
surround
you
switch
And
if
they
hating
in
a
passive
tense,
now
they
hounding
dick
And
you
ain't
ask
for
this
Now
you
surrounded
with
a
gaggle
of
100
fucking
thousand
kids
Who
you
can't
get
mad
at,
when
they
want
a
pound
& a
pic
Cause
they
the
reason
that
the
traffic
on
the
browser
quick
And
they
the
reason
that
the
paper
in
your
trousers
thick
I
said
sweat
(sweat),
shirt
(shirt)
You
can
tell
the
Reaper
Imma
meet
em
when
he
send
for
me
With
a
cleaver,
& a
.30,
and
some
twisted
weed
I
pick
one,
and
let
the
crimson
leak,
nigga
Get
your
lady
Cop,
piff,
inhale
& cough
Rip
the
label
off
this
Picked
the
road
that
got
twists
I'm
holding
my
dick
& playing
cautious
You
used
to
say
you
like
violins
And
your
lifestyle
depend
on
me
And
I
know
it's
night
time
when
you
get
lonely
And
tell
all
your
little
friends
how
that
bitch
stole
me
And
despite
all
the
facts
that
you
got
phony
You
gonna
tell
them
bout
the
night
that
you
exposed
me
For
the
bastard
I
was
And
how
I
probably
smashed
every
bitch
that
I
passed
in
the
club
And
the
last
couple
months
was
the
worst
Cause
I
smashed
all
the
trust
That
I
earned
in
the
past
couple
months
That
we
had
as
a
couple
My
abscence,
a
fuss
Was
a
problem
that
we
ain't
ever
really
get
to
solve
We
just
smashed
& we
scuffled
Tryna
keep
it
calm
but
I
snap
at
you
Now
you're
taking
all
your
property
back
& it's
obvious
that
That
apart
from
the
fact
that
we
fuck
& it's
bomb
And
I
hate
when
you
home
And
when
I'm
gone
I
don't
call
cause
you
nag
Man
I
brought
you
some
shit
And
I
bought
you
some
shit
What
you
offering
here?
What
the
fuck
you
offering
here?
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