Earl Sweatshirt - Mantra lyrics
[Earl Sweatshirt - Mantra lyrics]
Get your lady cop piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
I'ma show you how it's done right, nigga
Drop this when the sunlight gone
Better run right home when the sky turn black
Screaming "Fuck Five-O" 'til my line go flat
In a ash-gray Bimmer we'll be
Callin' that the pigeon coupe
Jackknife bitches to the couches
In they living rooms ask who the best and I
Doubt that they picking you
Back like how I need to style, I invented you
(Yup) act like you don't know the name
Only time I ain't eating
When the chocha stanky listening to "Pre
" getting throat while I lane-switch
Bitches by the three licking
Coke off the pinky
The poster child, you're 'posed to hate me
Bold and wild, you broke and angry, my nigga
Name getting bigger than the
Difference between us niggas is fake
I limit the features I give 'em
Sweat (Sweat) shirt (Shirt)
You know you famous when the
Niggas that's around you switch
And if they hated in a passive tense
Now, they hound your dick
And you ain't ask for this
Now you surrounded with a gaggle of
A hundred fucking thousand kids
Who you can't get mad at when
They want a pound and pic
'Cause they the reason that the
Traffic on the browser quick
And they the reason that the
Paper in your trouser's thick
I said, Sweat (Sweat) shirt (Shirt)
You can tell the Reaper I'ma meet
Him when he send for me
With a cleaver and a 30 and some twisted weed
I pick one and let the crimson leak, nigga
(Nigga)
Get your lady cop piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
You used to say you like violins
And your lifestyle depend on me
And I know it's nighttime when you get lonely
And tell all your lil friends
How that bitch stole me
And despite all of the facts
That you got phony
You gon' tell them about the night that you
Exposed me for the bastard I was
And how I probably smashed every bitch
That I passed in the club
And the last couple months was the worst
'cause I smashed all the trust
That I earned in the past couple months
That we had as a couple
My absence of fucks was a problem that
We ain't ever really get to solve
We just smashed and we scuffled
Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you
Now you're taking all your property
Back and it's obvious that
That, apart from the fact that we fuck
And it's bomb man, I hate when you home
And I And when I'm gone
I don't call 'cause you nag
Man, I brought you the shit and
I bought you some shit
What you offering here?
(Fuck you offering here?)
Nigga, get your lady
Cop piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
I'ma show you how it's done right, nigga
Drop this when the sunlight gone
Better run right home when the sky turn black
Screaming "Fuck Five-O" 'til my line go flat
In a ash-gray Bimmer we'll be
Callin' that the pigeon coupe
Jackknife bitches to the couches
In they living rooms ask who the best and I
Doubt that they picking you
Back like how I need to style, I invented you
(Yup) act like you don't know the name
Only time I ain't eating
When the chocha stanky listening to "Pre
" getting throat while I lane-switch
Bitches by the three licking
Coke off the pinky
The poster child, you're 'posed to hate me
Bold and wild, you broke and angry, my nigga
Name getting bigger than the
Difference between us niggas is fake
I limit the features I give 'em
Sweat (Sweat) shirt (Shirt)
You know you famous when the
Niggas that's around you switch
And if they hated in a passive tense
Now, they hound your dick
And you ain't ask for this
Now you surrounded with a gaggle of
A hundred fucking thousand kids
Who you can't get mad at when
They want a pound and pic
'Cause they the reason that the
Traffic on the browser quick
And they the reason that the
Paper in your trouser's thick
I said, Sweat (Sweat) shirt (Shirt)
You can tell the Reaper I'ma meet
Him when he send for me
With a cleaver and a 30 and some twisted weed
I pick one and let the crimson leak, nigga
(Nigga)
Get your lady cop piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
You used to say you like violins
And your lifestyle depend on me
And I know it's nighttime when you get lonely
And tell all your lil friends
How that bitch stole me
And despite all of the facts
That you got phony
You gon' tell them about the night that you
Exposed me for the bastard I was
And how I probably smashed every bitch
That I passed in the club
And the last couple months was the worst
'cause I smashed all the trust
That I earned in the past couple months
That we had as a couple
My absence of fucks was a problem that
We ain't ever really get to solve
We just smashed and we scuffled
Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you
Now you're taking all your property
Back and it's obvious that
That, apart from the fact that we fuck
And it's bomb man, I hate when you home
And I And when I'm gone
I don't call 'cause you nag
Man, I brought you the shit and
I bought you some shit
What you offering here?
(Fuck you offering here?)
Nigga, get your lady
Cop piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious