Earl Sweatshirt - 45 lyrics

Open up the case on 'em
Set his own pace, peeped the rats
Wasn't racing with 'em made it out the maze
Haze with the stanky odor
Simmer down my brain when I can't control it
Nigga, where your chips? You should
Bet 'em on him call the vet he barking
Hear him and the mess he started
Nigga, they keep a eye on me
I am not a child artist
I raised the bar and hit a
Chin-up for a while on it
Life a long ride, my niggas up for it
My bitches down for me cause
I stay a buck-fifty angel City drought time
Why the fuck I'm up fifty
Playing like I'm down five? They
Can't really fuck with me
Let a nigga sizzle in the pan if he wanna
Los Angeles area annual summer
We burning under it
Learned from taking chances and fumbling
Nigga I was taught to take
Your rations and guzzle 'em, bitch