Earl Sweatshirt, Liv.e (US) - MTOMB lyrics

So, so we, so we did it? yeah, yeah

Pray for the people
I make up the easel first
 then paint what I see through
The maze, I'm an eagle
Spend a day up at the creek
We got the same amount of heat too
But they not as regal
Crudités not gon' cut it, cut it slight
Braids brought out my eyes
I saw a light, I was nine
Told my nigga Miles we might gon' be aight
Guess I was right
Twenty-five was a quarter to life
I'm on it, I strike, trials
Tricknolog' you fond of, I don't even like
The socialite reformed, alone every night
Post-performance, dizzy in the corner, boy
It wasn't nice learnin' how to get grimy
Pick a pole to grab and flip
Ho, we gon' shake something now
I got some time this year
I'ma go ten rounds and dip out
What time is it?
Mami Wata, shawty blew the fish out
Piscean just like my father
Still got bones to pick out
For now let's salt the rims
And pour a drink out and sip (Mmh)