Grief
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics


Alright
Uh, uh, uh

Good grief, I been reaping what I sow
Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga

I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga
Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen
Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission
Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction
When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it
Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details
3-7-6 was a brothel
We had females come in every hour on the dot
And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock
Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts
Lately I've been panicking a lot
Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob
Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job
Time damaging my ties
Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick
You circus niggas, you turning into tricks
I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em
Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit
Cut the grass off the surface
Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent, nigga, shit
Bitch

Good grief, I been reaping what I sow
Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga

I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash
For the moment, high as fuck
I've been alone in my shit for the longest
Snakes sliding in the street
Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them
Pigs, riding in 'em
I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em
If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him
There's no time for that
Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar
When you iron that
Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle
I'mma wallow when I lie in that
I just want my time and my mind intact
When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Written by: Burt F. Bacharach, Thebe Kgositsile, Garry Dewayne Glenn, Emmanuel Karriem Riggins, Erica Wright, Osten Harvey, Hal David, Christopher Wallace

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Eric C

Earl Sweatshirt is a genre of music

iLLaXx

“I AM the music, a guy puts on his headphones and you think that of me? No, I am the one that plays..”

Oliver Dennis

I think experimental hip hop births that, Tyler, Freddie, Doom, Earl, Frank and Death Grips are all completely different.

Jonathon Parker

Liking this isn't enough. I want to type this comment again and then like that also.

ethan fenderson

Thats what I'm saying

PoloFlo

@FallingClouds maybe before the SRS earl but after IDLSIDGO, he started using his inspiration from the slums style so MIKE actually influenced him.

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justin a

Y'all don't have to comment "Tyler got happier earl got sadder" on every earl video goddam we get it

justin a

@GABO, Jethro S. have you heard yem?

GABO, Jethro S.

You just did

Imagination Deprivation

@COSYG finally someone says it, just cuz the music got diff moods doesn't mean that the lyrics and subject matter are happier or sadder

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