Mantra – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

[Hook]Get your ladyCop, piff, inhale and coughRip the label off thisPicked the road that got twistsI’m holding my dick and playing cautious[Verse 1]I’mma show you how it’s done right, niggaDrop this when the sunlight goneBetter run right home when the sky turn blackScreaming « fuck five-0 » ’til my line go flatIn that ash-gray beamerwe’ll be callin that the pigeon coupeJack knife bitches to the couches in they living roomsAsk who the best and I doubt that they picking youBack like how I need to style, I invented youAct like you don’t know the nameOnly time I ain’t eating when the cho-cha stankyListening to « Pre », getting dome while I lane switchBitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of aPoster child, you’re supposed to hate meBold and wild, you broke and angry, my niggaName getting bigger than the difference between usNiggas is fake, I limit the features I give ’emSweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)You know you famous when the niggasthat surround you switchAnd if they hate in a passive tense, now they hounding dickAnd you ain’t ask for thisNow you surrounded with a gaggleof 100 fucking thousand kidsWho you can’t get mad at, when they want a pound a picCause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quickAnd they the reason that the paper in your trouser’s thickI said sweat (sweat) , shirt (shirt)You can tell the Reaper I’mma meet ’emwhen he sent for meWith a cleaver and a. 30, and some twisted weedI pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga[Hook]Get your ladyCop, piff, inhale and coughRip the label off thisPicked the road that got twistsI’m holding my dick and playing cautious[Verse 2]You used to say you like violinsand your lifestyle depend on meAnd I know it’s night time when you get lonelyAnd tell all your little friends how that bitch stole meAnd despite all of the facts that you got for meYou gonna tell them ’bout the night that you exposed meFor the bastard I wasAnd how I probably smashedevery bitch that I passed in the clubAnd the last couple months was the worstCause I smashed all the trustThat I earned in the past couple monthsThat we had as a coupleMy absence of fucksWas a problem that we ain’t ever really get to solveWe just smashed and we scuffledTryna keep it calm but I snap at youNow you’re taking all your property backand it’s obvious thatThat apart from the fact that we fucking, it’s bombAnd I hate when you homeAnd when I’m gone I don’t call cause you nagMan, I brought you some shitAnd I bought you some shitWhat you offering here?What the fuck you offering here?