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psyche (live version) - earl sweatshirt lyrics

[verse 1]
half the n*ggas you know put cappin’ in it
and the game is my son, i’m the daddy
i’m swattin’ them f*ckin’ finger rolls
spiff for the give*and*go
good before the sh*t hits the hole
buddy, i’m a great look
n*gga, it’s the swamp, but most of young n*ggas weight push
like they in the yard d*gg*n’
backwood on my lip, hoodie blacker than all my forefathers
on an interlude or an interview lookin’ bored
awkward face, chopped and screwed, ’cause i hate the stench when a wh0re talkin’
quick wit that the kids in the hall doubted
never had time for b*tches, too busy denyin’ counselin’
thorough n*ggas only ones worth it to ride out with
p*ssy n*gga, get your blouse stitched
how’s this for starters?
lit
lit ’til the law get ’em
call the pallbearers in
watch ’em fall to the beat
get ’em all at attention
i ain’t honorin’ sh*t
but my mom in some colds and the obvious sh*t
and my dawgs in the beats and we cloggin’ your row
of your block or your street and your blog and your feed
ay
i bet you wish you could hit the reef, b*tch
[verse 2]
i am the shooter reloaded
who only move with the motive to k!ll it
music is coca, know that i roast it and flip it
it’s nothing
sniffling hoes accustomed to d*ck in they throat
i bust on the tip of they noses
y’all need a napkin or something?
just use this stack of this money
i only laugh cause it’s funny
i whip an ass and rap with laxative tummy, sh*t
and i need that wall plastered with them plaques and that cash in abundance
catch me on ‘fax with a couple cancer sticks
hit me for cold and passionate loving, ho, only khakis i’m cuffing
little man with no manners, b*tch i am actually dusty

- earl sweatshirt lyrics

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