East
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics


Double back when you got it made
Thirty racks of weed, no fat in the collard greens
Off top was me, no cap, I don't bottle things
Flashin' grandmama rings on her fingers
I'm fond of the thing, hollow, we gleam
I'm ominous of James Harden-D
Weak niggas guardin' will peak
Followers just like me
I lost my phone and consequently
All the feelings I caught for my GF
My hands was on the wings
I took'em off, not a story
Careen against the bars
My canteen was full of the poison I need
The trip as long as steep
My innocence was lost in the East
Amidst the thick exhaust
Ahki hit the horn, it beep, mention my sentence strong
We all that we need
But don't call me brother no more
I keep my sentences short

Stack Pendleton keep me warm in the winter
Ksubi's cuff done hit the floor
Doobie Brothers where the city morgue
Who would truly love a visit from us?
My soul and my heart
All in it, keep fishing
Gone, the macabre finish
And miss my Pop dukes, might just hit me
Depending how I play my cards
The wind whispered to me, "Ain't it hard?"
I wait to be the light shimmering from a star
Cognitive dissonance shining and the necessary venom restored
As if it matters if you think it matters anymore
'Cause shit be happening with quick results
They couldn't fathom all the damage that had to get done
Piglets in a barrel, we cookin' up
Don't get a sparrow, no harrowed runics in that there tomb
And a share of deadly flowers bloom
Holler rabidly, we stare at you and say a prayer
Let's take it there like carrier pigeon
Fifty thousand roots, none of 'em rigid
Some of them wicked, how they grew

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Written by: Thebe Kgositsile

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DJ WORM MD

Here are the lyrics:
> Double Dragon, we got n'ebay
> 30 rags a week, no fat in the collar grains
> off top cuz we don't count on no bottle things
> flacid grandma, with rings on her fingers, and fondle them thing
> Holla wiggly, NObama he's the dame's heartbeat
> Wheat niggas gotta repeat
> Thought he was a slight beat
> I lost my phone and consequently, all the fellas: I cough on my GF (girlfriend)
> My hamster's on the wings
> I took a bar-kind-of-story careening against the bars
> My canteen was full of the poison I need
> The trip is long as steep
> My indolence was loss in desease
> I, Mr. Thicke, is off.
> I key in the harp in me, mention my scent is strong
> We holla in need
> But don't call me brother no more
> I keep my scent in sis shore
> Stack pedals to keep my warm in the winter
> Soup is cup, my head, the floor
> New rebuttals for the city ball
> who could truly love a visit from us
> My soul and my arm
> Arr Lenny, keep fishing
> God in my cob were finished
> I miss my pop, dude's mind is heavy
> The pendant how I play my cars
> the wind wispered to me "a nut hard"
> I rated be the light shimmering from a star
> Kind of a distance is shot in then a necessary venom was stored
> As if it matters if you think it matters anymore
> Cuz Chevy hyphen and we quick results
> They couldn't fathom all the damage that had to get done
> Piglet sent the barrel, we cook it nug
> Don't get a sparrow, no hair of Rome is in that there tune to the sheriff
> Deadly flowers balloon
> Holla rapidly, bee stare at you
> And say a prayer, let's take it there
> like carry a pigeon
> 50,000 roofs
> None of them ridges, some of them wicked
> How they groove?



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Sachin Patrick

This song sounds like waking up someone to tell them go to sleep

showtuh

@Petru Tulban bro every earl fan shits on this song

default, the kid

lmfaooooooo

King Tyrone

@Petru Tulbanits a joke bro

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@Petru Tulban bruh

Ben Franklin

LMFAO

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ratwgat

This beat sounds like it’s constantly just about to actually start.

Big Rod Dempsey

These comments are bloody redicilous I'm crying

BRSD1

YOOO FACTS 😭😭

iNihga

LMAO

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