Oldie - Earl Sweatshirt Paroles , lyrics

Paroles de Oldie de Earl Sweatshirt

Oldie est une chanson de Earl Sweatshirt pour laquelle les paroles sont ici depuis le mardi 20 mars 2012.

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Yeah, fuck that
Look, the contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' syrup and settin' fires to sheriffs whip
Fuckin' all American terrorist

Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year ferrisin and
And I lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel

So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him
Since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Pharoah fuckin' pillow tear wearin' pack of parasite

Threw his own Loofa off the roof after paradise
Ladidadi back in here to fuck the party up
Raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a Tommy gun
Never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks
60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous

Call him bloated 'til he show them that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho' to pose his drum
Let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was numb
Culprit of the potent punch

Scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a Folgers cup - or Nevada
Driving drunk inside a stolen truck
Shitting like his colon bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices

I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again

Lord of lips, bored of this
Forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, who's sure in the base, scorching ladies
Fortunately these motherfuckers soarin', torso and face

Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you can't
Like crunchy black cats in a taxi

Back like lateral passing
With that motherfucking gladiator manner of rapping
As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me
Fall back if your paddies is maxi

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