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    Earl Sweatshirt - gsw vs sac

  2. 2

    Earl Sweatshirt - FORGE

  3. 3

    Earl Sweatshirt - INFATUATION

  4. 4

    Earl Sweatshirt - Gamma (need the ˂3)

  5. 5

    Earl Sweatshirt - WELL DONE!

  6. 6

    Earl Sweatshirt - Live

  7. 7

    Earl Sweatshirt - Static

  8. 8

    Earl Sweatshirt - CRISCO

  9. 9

    Earl Sweatshirt - TOURMALINE

  10. 10

    Earl Sweatshirt - Heavy Metal aka ejecto seato!

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    Earl Sweatshirt - exhaust

Yo
Check, check, check, check
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh

Gran Turismo
Hop out the fish bowl with a fistful of cash and a lit bogey
She don't turn tricks for me
I don't let her, but she would if I did though
Name or answer some bullshit that I went for
Deep in the trench like a split stone
No pistol, just me and my whips
I'm who the scale tip for
Took control in the strip, makin' it get cold
It just snowed in your nose
She dip lower than sinkholes, lo siento
Attention essential, the promoters is pissed
My kicks on where you supposed to sit
It get bold, give 'em an inch and they get ditched like ding-dong (yeah)
I'm on the porch with the clicks like chicken in Crisco's
My nigga, I need all of my ends
Need all of us in

I can't sit down until the bases rounded, impatient
Politicking with pagans, hated how I sounded
I'ma see you later
Made it safe and sound, my fingers seize the day I meet a solemn prayer
Easy payment, to me it beats makin' problems
Brazy
Brought the beef to the grazing oxen
Sliced from the navel to the collarbone and drained the body
Trained the mind, it made me silent
Trace my mind of my baby, but I can't trace the mama
Get these white girls out my home like Babyfather
Things I thought would shake me to my core just made me honest, sacred knowledge
Raise the cuffs, it's time to change the stanky diapers
Lookin' north, it's a trail to follow, can't get lost
I'm stayin' shinin' for those I come across
The ones we lost and all the ones behind me
Pops was kinda janky, his replacement beat the failure out me
Made me violent, hated fightin'
I know I can't take no loss, my anger bottled
Momma say: His face ain't look like yours
It's on the floor, go out and scrape 'em off it
Mop 'em like a chore, it ain't no way around it
Think shit was off when I was stayin' silent and stayed inside
I'm saying sorry for the pain I caused
God know my heart and that I'm out here tryna change the course, I'm workin' on it
Peeling layers off in a lab sauced, kinda

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