- EL TORO COMBO MEAL (feat. Mavi) 歌詞 Earl Sweatshirt
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- Earl Sweatshirt EL TORO COMBO MEAL (feat. Mavi) 歌詞
- Earl Sweatshirt
- Tryna, tryna
Tryna
Man, lost my dog in staircase
Took the highest spot on the podium
Ghost *****s prolly smokin to the thought of knowin us
They lost a part of growin up
Smartest, learned I had to keep a wedge to get out of the rough
Use the clips, aint used to disrespect, cause we carried enough
I promise I buried the grudge, preparing and carrying grub
Larry Hoops, I was lost in the alley
In the air, but now I sunk
I spun to the loss of my grandmama, buried the dunk
Send bout a prayer a month , through the above
*****s moody but they view at the funk
Aint **** to do, they play with food,
They rhyme and Rubiks for fun
But I do what I want, ayy
And I rue what it was later, allude it as such
Confusedly up with paper, Im shootin ones with the judges
The same as my brother been with a muzzle,
Thats from the cradle
So we goin to the grave with this ****
If we join the second line of ancestors
And hand us a drum, loaded, a second time
Somethin scary bout airin out the **** I compress
The fair game, the fair now, the causes
An arm, leg, an arm, leg, and a head
And all greater conquest that takes our partner to rest
My partner, my partner spawned with a ***** red
Im all on they neck, till my car parks, pardon it, fresh
Smart with a few *****s , sparkin that large percentages
Was all to the wind, the losses come as often as wins
And impossibly thick
Dont got a job, I only ball off pick-six
I ball with fresh *****s,
Lowry had **** lit, its Christmas
I only know six *****s been lyin, but we aint gon mention
Who in the stu and started sweating,
Told em, 'Its the kitchen'
You know the rules, and we know how to shoot the loopholes
Who go boop-a- loop, and my kid, though got the kid
And you gon juug a boogaloo
I been spittin to rhyme the answer,
Not definitive, I just cramped it
I was gifted with words, oh damn,
I took my lumps, my bruises, moved
What the **** are you to do?
Every time a ***** didnt spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin
Harry Potter with the Dub-Ds
Magic hands, *****, what cheese
Had a chance, then it crushed me
We gon get it by all means
Rest in piece to my rocks, G
Raw fruit in the box, seeds
Let go, then I got wings
Im seein red, Ima charge
You seein red cause you salty
I keep the tears out my mind, reach
I put my fears in a box, like a prayer that you wont read
Spirited Away, the whole thing
Tearin away , I wont leave
See you starin into old beefs
Ticket booths, where they told me
Thickest thorns on the roses
Pistons roarin like Im Rasheed
Pistons roarin like Im Ben Wallace
Pistons roarin like Chauncey
Billups, somethin, cause I been drivin
Every time a ***** didnt spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin
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