Shattered Dreams – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

Imprecise wordsYeah, chief, get it ’cause we mean itEase up, free smokin’, niggas need itMask off, mask on, we trick-or-treatin’Back off, stand-offish and anemicYeah, my nigga Ish, told him it’s a feelin’Blast off, buckshot into my ceilin’Why ain’t nobody tell me I was bleedin’?Please, nobody pinch me out this dreamI said peace to my dirty water drinkersPsh, nobody tryna get it cleanWhy ain’t nobody tell me I was sinkin’?Ain’t nobody tell me I could leaveYeah, we’d win again, seethin’ withinSeen teeth on the floor, leakin’ againWe hold the door, uhWe build the bridge, we hold the courtsSend a cease and desist to your thieves, niggaPlease do abort, I could feel when you’re forcin’ itStill in a bore riddimBoy, I take the tour chips and go and get some decent decorIs you gon’ ribbit or will you jump?Get some more ribbons for the born winners from the jumpNiggas don’t listen ’til that whole mission was a bustNo sit-up, but it’s crunch time, shootin’ in the clutchThe midsummer sunshine found me on my ones, face drippin’, uhHate swimmin’ through your bloodlinesMotherfuck a judge, same goin’ to the one time, yeahCome and take a stroll in the mudDip a toe in it, heard the hammer like a grudgeWhen you holdin’ it close, we was on the cuspIt was holes in the boat, we ain’t make a fussUh, chosenImprecise wordsYeah, chief, get it ’cause we mean itEase up, free smokin’, niggas need itMask off, mask on, we trick-or-treatin’Back off, stand-offish and anemicYeah, my nigga Ish, told him it’s a feelin’Blast off, buckshot into my ceilin’Why ain’t nobody tell me I was bleedin’?Please, nobody pinch me out this dream

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