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Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss
Urine burnin', I could smell the liquor in this
Cats always tryna' pick up the fist
Duff this dude out
Rappers stoop just to get to your crib
Now it's like who's face? who's warped? too sauced
Distort thoughts, on my corpse on the asphalt
Back when I'd slack more, rock my slacks or my ass
Everytime, I rap I blast-off
Dippin' on cops in my track shorts
So tell my mom I ahad to make it right
I lie every night about the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my Pops' I gotta' take advice
Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics
See me, I'm the contusion type
A cat to smack a mic and catch my fuckin' hair when I'm losing height
Ratking, never losing hype, no
It's Ratking and I do it right
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice, woah
Bitch, I skated before I rapped it
You'd take me before your captain
Bet twenty hots on your Daddy
To someone go Nolia Clap them, probably cold and passive
Cause' Pops' was the one that got to me
Feeling down like he passed it and when I'm cornered, it's action
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the quarter right back in the slot
In 09', we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block
Bitch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it
And nowadays, I'm on a hustle lyrics to box with
And some pretty bitches that ain't trip if it's a hit and run
I got to go cause' I don't do the crying bro
She Mario, I'm tryna' keep the whining to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs
The room spinnin', finna' yak if I don't hit the blunt
Got the chin wagon, slim chances of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash next to where my fuckin' passion went
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got kicked out of the morgue
Spit cattle manure shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
Tally the corpses
Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Patrick G. Morales, Thebe Kgositsile, Miles Khalil
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Earl Sweatshirt, Thebe (born February 24, 1994) is an American rapper member of the Los Angeles hip hop collective OFWGKTA. He released his debut solo album, EARL, as a free digital download on the OFWGKTA website at sixteen years-old, with the help of founding OFWGKTA member Tyler, the Creator. His debut studio album, Doris, was released in 2013 to widespread critical acclaim. He followed this release up with his second album, I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt, in 2015, to an equal amount of acclaim. Read Full BioEarl Sweatshirt, Thebe (born February 24, 1994) is an American rapper member of the Los Angeles hip hop collective OFWGKTA. He released his debut solo album, EARL, as a free digital download on the OFWGKTA website at sixteen years-old, with the help of founding OFWGKTA member Tyler, the Creator. His debut studio album, Doris, was released in 2013 to widespread critical acclaim. He followed this release up with his second album, I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt, in 2015, to an equal amount of acclaim. In 2018, he released his third studio album, Some Rap Songs.
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LilHongBoot
I love how Earl raps wikis verse at concerts.
Real recognize real.
King Geedorah Z
earl and wiki compliment eachothers styles nicely
t millz
Earl and wiki go together like magnets
angrysoos
@You Tube lmao
Cato Mine
@You Tube LIL UGLY MANE
Samuel
@You Tube the irony
black cricket
@StuffbyAaron he's half puerto rican
Vusa Mpofu
"19 still getting kicked out the crib" I can relate
THEHIVE
Seek Benji rl ass shit
Justin Geronimo
Seek Benji people saying that been given a silver spoon their whole life. I was raised in a poor district you canβt just expect me to come up of a bag and move out like itβs nothing.