Earl Sweatshirt - Grief lyrics

Alright ugh, ugh, ugh

Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in
The eyes of these niggas
Mama taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we
See you getting cooked, nigga

I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow
Nigga like it or not, when it drop
Bet he gotta listen
Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen
On a mission if you step into the shadows
We could talk addiction
When it's harmful where you going
And the part of
You that know it don't give a fuck
Pardon me for going into details
3-7-6 was a brothel
We had females coming every hour on the dot
And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock
Focused on my chatter
Ain't as frantic as my thoughts
Lately, I've been panicking a lot
Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob
Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
Never getting out of hand
Steady handling my job time damaging my ties
Who turn to get up? Get
Dude turned to dinner quick
You circus niggas, you turning into tricks
I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em
Dealing with the stomach pains just
From birthing niggas' shit
Cut the grass off the surface
Pray the lawnmower blade catch the
Back of a serpent nigga, shit
Bitch yeah

Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote (yeah)
And all I see is snakes in
The eyes of these niggas
Mama taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we
See you getting cooked, nigga

My fleeting thoughts on a
Leash for the moment high as fuck
I've been alone in my shit for the longest
Snakes sliding in the street
Momma taught me how to not be
Like the bodies lying in them
Pigs riding in 'em i'm a target
So it's hard to even eye me in 'em
If he ain't dying for me
Then I ain't riding with him
There's no time for that
Making sure my man wallet's straight
Like a collar when you iron that
Thinking 'bout my grandmama
Find a bottle, I'ma wallow and I lie in that
Um, I just want my time and my mind intact
When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back