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grown ups - earl sweatshirt lyrics

[produced by randomblackdude]

[intro]
i acquire fame…
at naming hoes
that’s what i did
i don’t give a f-ck, n-gga
so why’d they evict you, bro?

[verse 1: earl sweatshirt & da$h]
feel this cage when that acid fade
face the same, but your mind has changed
you desire a stable home, i acquire fame at naming hoes
contemplating ways of getting dome
plotting on my neighbors
asking god for favors, guess he isn’t home
probably ’cause that f-cking faith i didn’t show
skipping church, flip the work
hit the dirt like tommy drummond, b-tch
grew up in a home that papa wasn’t in
came up off of work that my conscience wasn’t in
either way it goes, a lot is getting hit
and if it wasn’t hoes, then it probably was a l!ck
got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
sweaty, d-a-dolla, top lotto picks
promise that i’m not the one to f-cking plot against
love him, but my father ain’t my motherf-cking friend
trying to figure out how to start a motherf-cking end
huh, trend dodging, keep a b-tch by me, bank roll
garbage bag full of sins, cleanse my soul to rap still, n-gga
cash is in hand, packs get vac sealed, like the tin man
cardiac still missing, is it past real, get it, work, make guinness

[hook: earl sweatshirt]
don’t know where i’m going, don’t know where i been
never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends
tell that b-tch to roll up, you f-cking with some grown ups
don’t know where i’m going, don’t know where i been
never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends
tell that b-tch to roll up, you f-cking with some grown ups

[verse 2: earl sweatshirt & da$h]
my mama wonder why i never seem to reach her
see my daddy in the way i’m acting and my facial features
just trying to put you on, dawg, i came from teachers
take the plate and clean it, n-gga, i’m a dog
tell her “hit or miss me with the f-cking monologue”
lord, i can’t fight it, know i’m tryna brawl
get a copper hauled off, sh-t
i’m the type of n-gga that you cop your raw off
popping wh0r-s off
grab the ball and these n-ggas call charge
team switching jerseys like it’s all star
press the onstar, think we all lost

- earl sweatshirt lyrics

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