MellowHype - P2 (feat. Earl Sweatshirt) lyrics

Yeah

We was kids when we first met
I can't forget when we met, I took a breath
I recollect we took a step together, unison
I was a bad boy, a hooligan that drew you in
I'm full of sin
Speaking poetry to your innocence
Dividend indifferent
'Bout deliberate relations 'cause she
Know a nigga ignorant (yeah)
Like bull's eye, I grew with the wind
And forget about the shit
Pretend like it never happened
Just friends or belligerent enemies
Sending false energy to belly feeds to
The fire of the pedigree
Life's a bitch in the seventies
To the third degree and I ain't
Got a job, but, shit, it works for me
She love the fact that I


Live driving on the edge, purposely
Money ain't for degree, but it's worth a C
I go blind for that lil' light of mine
I keep inside it mine, and I'ma let it shine

Even though we have our
Own problems and differences
I still fuck with you
Even though we had our own fallouts
We pitchin' fit's i still fuck with you

I was never a motherfucker to want beef
Until you went and put my shit
Out in the front streets
Yeah, I sold drugs nigga, what heat?
Yeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets
I'm a go-getter, never jealous of a nigga
Gotta stack my money
Steal another nigga figures
I don't need a fucking chain, bitch
I'm in the game (yeah)
Bitch, I need fucking ring
But not for no dame (yeah)
We all call this here a game 'cause
We in it for the same
In it for the funds, throw a lil' ones
Listen to the drums, smoke inside your lungs
Get a little drunk
Got your bitch speaking tongues
Have a little offspring and be
Able to support it knowing if we was broke
Clinic woulda got aborted
Work now, play now, a nigga runnin' offense
Bitch, I'm in Miami and I'm
Swimming with the Dolphins (yeah)

Even though we have our
Own problems and differences
I still fuck with you
Even though we had our own fallouts
We pitchin' fit's i still fuck with you
Even though we have our
Own problems and differences
I still fuck with you (Oh)
Even though we had our own fallouts
We pitchin' fit's (Yo) i still fuck with you

I don't like going sober to the hospital
Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it
So I'm out front parked in a car with a
Few of my niggas hard getting foggy, yeah
(You know) last year
I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was
(Uhh) so now, I'm often buzzed
In the apartment bummin'
Looking for new chords and a larger nugget
I'm the stars above me when
I spark and tug this (Fff)
Far from hard, but I'ma snarl in public
'Cause we large in numbers (yeah, ho)
Trash Wang, Wolf Gang, we the clique
Not a stain on me, ho
Not a fray in the knit
In the car with the work
Now a real nigga quiet
While the talking occurs
I feel like I'm flying when
I'm off from the herb (You heard?)
Fuck 'em all, let the army disperse
Know that Swamp lay 'em all in the dirt
(What the fuck, man?)
Had to stop, reassess some agendas
Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic
(Dig me) maybe head up
Sending threats to your henchmen
We the best, period, the end of the sentence
(Nigga)
Roughneck putting paws to the pavement
(Pavement) lane switch
I'ma blow haze 'til I can't think
(Can't think) shrink told me I should learn
How to pace this (This)
Big homie told me, "Nah, nigga, take this"
("Nah, here, take this")
Shots till my damn liver hates me (Hates me)
Momma saying that she knowing that
I need help nah (Nah)
On the highway to Hades with
My motherfuckin' seat belt off
(Off, like, off)