Earl Sweatshirt - Awkward Face lyrics

Trippy hippy (Hippy)
I don't know, dawgs (Nah)
Da$H and Vyron (I'm stupid, bro)
That's my homeboys (Homeboys)
You's a trippy hippy (Uh, huh)
I don't know, dawg (No, dawgs)
Do my bitch dirty (Oh yeah)
Like a lone shark (Okay)

Half the niggas you know put cap in it
And the game is my son, I'm the daddy
I'm swattin' them fuckin' finger rolls
(No, no, no)
Hit up Spiff for the give-and-go
Good before the shit hit's the hole (Pause)
Buddy, I'ma great look
Nigga, it's the swamp
But most of young niggas weight push
Like they in the yard doggin'
Backwood on my lip
Hoodie blacker than all my forefathers
You could catch me on an interlude
Or an interview lookin' bored
Awkward face, chopped and screwed
'cause I hate the stench when a whore talkin'
It's the nigga with quick wit that
The kids in the hall doubted
Never had time for bitches
Too busy denyin' counselin'
Thorough niggas only ones worth it
To ride out with
Pussy nigga, get your blouse stitched
How's this for starters? (Lit)
Lit 'til the law get 'em
Call the pallbearers in
Watch 'em fall to the beat
(Get 'em all at attention)
I ain't honorin' shit
But my mom in some colds and the obvious shit
And my dawgs in the beats
And we cloggin' your row
Of your block or your street and
Your blog and your feed
I bet you wish you could hit the reef, bitch