Gangrene, Earl Sweatshirt, Samuel T. Herring - Play It Cool lyrics
[Gangrene, Earl Sweatshirt, Samuel T. Herring - Play It Cool lyrics]
Broken eagles may fly
Play it cool, play it cool
Play it cool, play it cool, play it cool
I've been feeling old
I got demons on my soul when I'm writin'
The beat play the role of a seat on a bike
How I ride it, my vices repulsing me
Nice when I'm trapped in this
Pain ain't my wife
When the light drizzle tap on the pane
I'm inside with 'em
When the sky clear up, still inside trippin'
You can see I ain't been sleeping in my eyes
Nigga in the mirror throwing hands
I don't toss fights i'm heavyweight
Get a load of these light niggas
Looking washed online like light linen dryin'
I'm through trying with niggas
I'm gifted cause my eyes
Working different and
I be seeing straight through the
Skies at my nigga and all I see is snakes in
The eyes of these bitches
And these guys is the difference
I despise 'em i dispose of 'em, too
I'm the trash man, you don't want trouble
Dude
Dirt from the shovel on a low bubble goose
You a coyote fucking with a roadrunner, fool
I bet you know what it do