Cold Summers – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

We roam tundrasThe boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin’Trunk full of old hunnidsOf course my old lover was scorned, we grow from itDon’t tell me they don’t hunt us for sport, I chose substancesNo cuddles, the bases is all coveredNiggas come in the door and smoke somethin’Choke up on the slugger from home run-insNigga it’s on, chest thump, his head thump on the floorWe pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin’Cold summers, don’t tussle with strangersSome of those keep one in the chamberThree spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, niggaMuffle my pain and muzzle my brain upReally, I’m just makin’ sure my promise is keptChuck a duece if you know it’s the endKept the truth in my palm and my chestSee it through, keep a noose hangin’ off of my neckWe got the juice, niggas corny as shitWe on the loose, niggas know what it isWe makin’ moves, niggas corny as shitWe got the juice, niggas know what it isYeahIt is night and like the others I clean my weaponsIt is all so familiar