Earl Sweatshirt - Huey lyrics

Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumpin' 'em, fuck
I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck in 'em
Stuck it in and an ambulance came
The first time
Which ain't fast if you Los Angeles raised
(Nigga)
My bitch say the spliff take the soul from me
(Ayy) and the clique tight-knit
It's like the 'lo rugby
Beat the fuckin' beat up like
It stole from me (Yup)
You can talk to Clancy
You need a feature or quote from me (Bitch)
I'm off Delancey
I reek of reefer and show money it's Early
Running with niggas who cold runnin' shit
The wins like lotion: He get 'em
He gon' rub 'em in
Critics pretend they get it
And bitches just don't fuck with him
I spent the day drinkin'
And missin' my grandmother, just
Grab a glass and pour some
Cold white wine in it
Or Colt 45 in it you know how I get it
I'm toastin' myself
And a toast to all my niggas
And ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick 'cause
I can't focus so well

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