lirik lagu earl sweatshirt - el toro combo meal
[verse 1: mavi]
man
lost my dog in the staircase, took the highest spot on the podium
ghost n-ggas probably 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, ain’t 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 i sunk
i spun to the loss of my grandmama, buried the dunk
send ’bout a prayer a month, through the above
n-ggas moody but imbued with the funk
be sh-t to do, then play with food
then rob a rubik’s for fun
but i do what i want, ayy
and i rue what it was later, allude it as such
confusedly up with paper, i’m shootin’ ones with the judges
who sentenced my brother
been with a muzzle, that’s from the cradle
so we goin’ to the grave with this sh-t
if we join the second line
the ancestors’ll hand us a drum, then load the second time
somethin’ scary ’bout airin’ out the sh-t i compress
the fair game is fairer now, the cost is
an arm, leg, an arm, leg, and a head
and all bread in conquest for checks, i’m p-wnin’ the rest
my vaunted partner sp-wned with a god in the red
i’m all on they neck, ’til my car parks, pardon the french
spar with a few n-ggas, sparkin’ after large percentages
all to the wind, the losses come as often as wins
ain’t impossibly thick
don’t got a job, i only ball off pick-six
on with fresh n-ggas, lowry had sh-t lit as christmas
i only know six n-ggas been lyin’, but we ain’t gon’ mention
who in the stu’ and started sweating’, told ’em, “it’s the kitchen”
you know the rules, and we know how to shoot the loopholes who go boop-a-loop
and my kid and them got the cannon, you gon’ jugg or boogaloo
i been spinnin’ around the answer
non-definitive, i just camped it
i was gifted with words, oh d-mn
i took my lumps, my bruises bruised
what the f-ck are you to do?
[verse 2: earl sweatshirt]
every time a n-gga didn’t spot me
i had to figure out my own thing
now we at the precipice droppin’
harry potter with the dub-d’s
magic hands, n-gga, what cheese?
had a chance, then it crushed me
we gon’ get it by all means
rest in piece to my ras g
raw fruit in the box, seeds
let go, then i got wings
i’m seein’ red, i’ma 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 won’t read
spirited away the whole thing
peerin’ away, i won’t leave
see you starin’ into old beefs
ticket booths where they told me
thickest th-rns on the roses
pistons roarin’ like i’m rasheed
pistons roarin’ like i’m ben wallace
pistons roarin’ like chauncey
billups somethin’, ’cause i been drivin’
every time a n-gga didn’t spot me
i had to figure out my own thing
now we at the precipice droppin’
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