Inside – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

Fresh out the belly of the islandInto the heart of the cityT and them just hit the roadI had sage and nak and ’em with meI thought the fodder was prettySo I approached herMy first apartment wasReally covered with roachesCause niggas was really smokingGotta say that as of lateI been busy with business mostlyGot a tape? Catch a waveNow you in the industry oceanAnd missing out on your boatI been figuring out my own fishHome gets distantWe working I’m on the road againCold and his spirits isBursting up out the trojan, manFridge full of spiritsAnd the crib mirror mirrorLet me hear why the niggasThat’s the peers see and hear usThen mimmick the fucking motions manKeep the circle closedLet them niggas front in the cul-de-sacsFriendly with the chosenThe rest is getting the poker handFace-drinking smokerIt help me duck when emotion jabFame is the culpritWho give me drugs without owing cashSipping ’til I meltNever trying me, I’m divingFalling victim to myselfMiddle finger to the helpWhen it’s problems I don’t hollerRather fix ’em by myselfWhen it’s looking like it’s quiet for youThis the shit to yellThis the shit rightKeep your chin high upCause when she ain’t fucking with youThen her friend mightLet you get up inside yupLet this shit rideYou don’t get it rockingLike we do on this side niggaI blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paperAnd lately I don’t like shit, I been inside on the daily