[Intro]
[Verse 1 : Earl Sweatshirt]
Oh he thought he kill me alright that's cool
Strict top of the crop shit Crushin' mo'fuckers like moths in a mosh pit Dollar cents sin shit, sense, I ain't lost it It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses Take a firm standin', nine on the tracklist Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic Bros gettin' comfy on the couch, I ain't havin' it Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' bros on accident
[Verse 2 : Earl Sweatshirt]
Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch Box logo switchblade and cocaine In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation Thе hotel switch from Heartbreak to Batеs quick Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes The crowd go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face With erasers and use Based God as his replacement Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings Eat puss', sweet puss' got my tooth decayin'
[Verse 3 : Earl Sweatshirt]
[Verse 3] Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough And by enough, I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up At the airport smokin' hash with all the fuckin' baggage handlers Flowin' like the motherfuckin' aqueducts Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch
[Outro]
[Verse 1 : Earl Sweatshirt]
Oh he thought he kill me alright that's cool
Strict top of the crop shit Crushin' mo'fuckers like moths in a mosh pit Dollar cents sin shit, sense, I ain't lost it It's in a fuckin' jar with guitar picks and bar spit Bar spat, past tense, warriors of radness Fuck lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses Take a firm standin', nine on the tracklist Earl half the reason the reviews fantastic Bros gettin' comfy on the couch, I ain't havin' it Kickin' gluteus maximus, killin' bros on accident
[Verse 2 : Earl Sweatshirt]
Off 'em, no off days, no debates, bitch Box logo switchblade and cocaine In my back pocket, take Jade on vacation Thе hotel switch from Heartbreak to Batеs quick Rippin' out braids with bare hands amazes The crowd go crazy, hands raised, I'm laced with Swag by the eighth in case you wanna taste it Faggots wear Prada, Satan wears RMK shit Hell's angel, crack Christ 'cross the face With erasers and use Based God as his replacement Super Saiyan with ruthless slayings Eat puss', sweet puss' got my tooth decayin'
[Verse 3 : Earl Sweatshirt]
[Verse 3] Now pan the cameras back to me and Pamela's Amateur threesome with Hannah Montana's manager And Miley feedin' me sandwiches for my stamina And Santa's in the back laughin' cause my back's crampin' up Mrs. Claus trippin' balls, think she had enough And by enough, I mean we dope as fuck, she had a gram of us Flyer than your man because I'm lampin' up At the airport smokin' hash with all the fuckin' baggage handlers Flowin' like the motherfuckin' aqueducts Odd Future Wolf Gang, fag damagers, bitch
[Outro]
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