The Mint
Earl Sweatshirt feat. Navy Blue Lyrics


Yup, yup, that's right
I'm runnin' things, I'm runnin' things

Hold me down, hold me up
Hold me close 'cause my times is up
Show they true colors, don't know who to trust
Mind workin' like the water when it rush
Growin' for my father, bitter to his touch
Now I'm solely honor, livin' is a must
All this for my momma 'til I'm dust
God gon' deal the karma, lost my trust
Sayin' "Every man know many men"
Got me in a jam, I be in my feelings
On the other hand, I just need a moment
Offer my condolence, smokin' 'til the mornin'

Brodie on the corner with a piece on his hip
Give a warning 'fore you blow it in the sky
Tiptoein' over mortar and the brick
Bumpin' shoulders with the devil in disguise
Shoulder-level water on the rise
Twist, 40s in the morning in the winter
I heard you got your sauce at the Enterprise
Evidently, it was rented but it's mine
Evidently, it was written like Nas
I was in the kitchen with that nigga Mike
Gotta listen when I tell ya, "Simmer down"
Two years I've been missin', livin' life
You was wildin', every day was trash
Crackers pilin' in to rape the land
Early morning, wash my swollen hands
Hit the showers, cleanse my soul and crash
Tiptoein' over glass, brodie go too fast, told him slow up
Know I use too much of everything at hand
Except the difference is now I control it, I be
In the crib and in the moment, stuck sippin' out the flask
Feet up on the dash, I hit the spliff but don't promote it
Under overpass, no cap
Sand fallin' out the hourglass
Grand total, it's a whole lotta raps
Quicksand, scramblin' outta that
Go behind the back, switch hands
The fare's high, niggas know they outta wack
Sterilize your clique, paralyze maritime niggas when
Every time Wavy Don tappin' in
Savion Glover caught a couple L's
Took 'em to the neck, motherfucker

Lotta blood to let, peace to make, fuck a check
Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check
Lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check
Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a-
Nigga, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, maybe

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Written by: Robert Mansel, Sage Elesser, Thebe Kgositsile

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Comments from YouTube:

Toby Broadwood

Fucking crazy how Tyler, Frank and Earl have gone in three completely different directions artistically.

Piyush

Yeah, they stand out in completely different ways

OJ T

Stylistically very different but content wise they are very similar actually.. very sensitive, emotional, and moody young men, the 3 of them

Yadse wn Dé

Is it? They been them artistically from the jump. They just done got better at it but I was late to them so maybe to folks from the beginning they sound hella different like how folks miss Earl old syllable miracle style.

HipHop2U

@treble winners 2024 #artetain #trusttheprocess Hater. Tyler is amazing too. Earl the best thang to come out of OF tho

OJ T

Would be dope if they ever came together to do a proper OF crew album. No, the OF Tapes don't count

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FG

its always bittersweet when earl releases the best but saddest music

Beverly McFadden

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Weston Holmes

LOVE YOUR LYRIC VIDS since a kid

J R

@Dylan • kill

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