Lyrics:
would last
But that's the old you
Now I'm so done with love
It' just some old news
Roll up get down
Blunt talk earl Grey
They say all day
To live your
crazy
When the weekend comes
Let’s go see Johnny Holm
Friday, when our chores are all done
Someone tap a fresh keg
We’re always filling cups
You better
know I've got something for your body
Earl...Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Dennis
know I've got something for your body
Earl...Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Dennis
know I've got something for your body
Earl...Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Dennis
know I've got something for your body
Earl...Earl
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Earl playing by himself, man
Dennis
score
And with each new play, you're aiming for more
From the cut to the deal, and the pegging to the crib
Cribbage is a game that you'll never beat me in
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
too wrong
You'll never put your trust in what you aint see for too long
I'd never want that; it's too late to believe when I'm gone
When I'm not around
pictures that paint you on edge of defeat, simply fall out of alignment, dreams a fill your soul up, preparation for shining impeccable grinding, a la cart
intervention
Clown of the class and the last to attend it
Big Earl make you fags stand at attention
Odd Future, I'm your motherfucking general
Catch 'em
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits in my wardrobe
Floating on my walk home
Whole team was just
on a shirt worn by your sister
Stay silent like you starting up a fiskar
I don't want to be someone
who changes everything for the money
I don't want to be
to the face, I'm about to go crazy
Say my goodbyes, and I kiss my babies
Burn it down, I'm a burn it down
You goddam right, I'm a burn it down
Pages turn,
by
She say we look like pimpin
I say baby you know you can't stop the boss
The definition of a boss
Let me put you up on it
B-O-S-S, Bread Over Sucker
of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for
what's the matter pops, gettin sweated by the cops
for standin on the corner, you're bound to be a goner
yo one of these days, but still you needs to clock
(Earl on the beat)
(Woo)
You can drip or get drowned, homie
Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it
Coolant kit, silencer, damn, ain't no
it ta' poppin' ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo
I can tell by the ring in the middle of your tongue
You
to Bates 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
on the block G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in
I can't trust a soul 'less that boy really know me
You don't really know me, you hang 'round the homies
Shame in the game, no, I don't work for Sony
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