The Bends – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

Bend, we don’t break, we not the bankWe all we gotSwitch whips, relocate way out of stateBada bing, bada bamIt’s the puppet master, all of the strings in my handPeace to my mans, gotta go be with your fam more (For real)For real, I feel like the landlordMy niggas came a long way from the Dickies and dirty JansportsJack of all trades, was dealing niggas a handfulBend, we don’t break, we not the bankGot memories of your faceThe photo still on the mantleIt’s real when you seal up letters with waxShit changed, now the checks that we seein’ is handsome, realMike Willy shit, we went gorilla, they really gave us the ransomYou silly, we taxed ’em, bad bloodDoing ’em dashes and and pulling fast onesSeen your heart soar, got torn up in the past onceBefore a jawn, young god get the cash runHard hung heads might starve in the endYoung god get the cash ‘fore a jawn thumpPause wit’ your man, call Mos if you can, by God (By God)Bend, we don’t break, we not the bankSwitch whips, relocate all the way out of stateTell my queens, « Keep mace »Keep faith, brother manThey stable full of sheep, we stayin’ on the lamGame isn’t cheap