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black friday - reset earla lyrics

it’s black friday and here’s the deal:
yandhi sucks, it’s dreadful. for real
oh you wanna talk down on kanyes name?
well do it right, call him ye
now join the queue, it’s getting long
man doesn’t have a clue
and when did he last have a good song?
he seems to have hit a ceiling
rapping about donald trump, his bimbo wife and all their children
sure he turned up at flog gnaw
and people wanted a piece
until he forgot the lyrics
and sweated through a d-mn fleece
can’t remember the words to your newest songs? great!
but you’re still word for word on songs from 808s? mate

c’mon go easy on him
it’s not like he’s released 3 bad records in twenty eighteen
cos he also produced that nas catastrophe and
nah i’ma stop, this is getting mean
i think it’s a shame that now he stinks
i miss the guy who had two white russians but also needed drinks
rest in peace yandhi, your careers beyond the brink
give it up, two thousand eighteen just isn’t your thing

twenty eighteen album releases have been pretty sensational
reckless, die lit, taboo, goodbye good riddance
mudboy, light of mine, beerbongs and bentleys, and iridescence
on the rvn, astroworld, the carter five and black panther
scorpion, invasion of privacy, daytona and drip harder

but now the real hit single rears its head and starts to charge
i’m reset earla
spitting bars, dropping beats and giving it large

my shirt ain’t go no stripes but i can make your twitter whistle
notifications pinging in. everybody talking bout me, everybody listening

my brain is like a spreadsheet full of numbers and formulas, i am far from dumb
so i drop this as a freestyle all in one
nothing written down cos a typo can
make it all sound like this is just for fun
make it look half–ssed like a semi colon
i use my words like point three hundred bullets
straight into your ear, and right back out the other
resonating fear
you think you’ve heard the best yet?
well let me tell you dear
this basic rhyming pattern
is me just switching gears

(earl)

hip-hop and black friday have held hands a few times
j cole did a song filled with nothing but n rhymes
nicki painted it pink, album of the year slimes
tried to digest yandhi but it b-gg-red up my enzymes
i’d rather sit in gardens and listen to the wind chimes
if you wanna know the subject matter beyond dimes and dimes and dimes
check it out on g*nius to read between the lines
my iq is bigger than your mums and earned in half the time
annotating mumble rap while listening to halftime
half a perc and half a xanny, i’m not talkin bout the old times
seen him suck a toe on era, certified crimes
half a pint of big wave, hawaiian fine wines
get a little tipsy and do a couple lines
before you know it’s 3am, stumbling through the night time
wake up to an album leak, dusting off the old shrine
in case ye’s back to greatness or are my hopes benign?
should have stayed friends with drake, blinging up the hot line
keep your friends and foes close, why you so malign?
circuit rider every sunday, coming up the coastline
i share a name with sweatshirt but i’m the one who now shines
fruit of the loom hoodie boy giving me the v sign?
sniff a pizza, smoke a joint; bigging up your waistline
delinquent little schoolboy bowling for columbine
when your life is just a lucid dream call it wayward pine

career made of plasticine, reaching for a magazine
allergic to the lifestyle, get yourself cetirizine
where’s your super powers gone? feeling like wolverine
peel the mask off boy, way past halloween
gotta stay hungry, feed yourself thiamine
running out of time to rhyme, call it suicide machine
winter’s coming jon snow, get yourself a vaccine
protect your ears from yandhi, kids, hide inside a submarine
the music tastes like h-ll on earth, jelly belly jelly bean
took himself to africa, should have gone to aberdeen
sh-g a sheep at pittodrie, watch it on the big screen
cry all night, cry all night, plot and find and scheme
another album disappears, still made lots of green
output doesn’t matter now, doesn’t mean bean
so long as you got your family, health and hygiene
similar to jay-z, ‘cept he’s married to the queen
no offence kanye, kim is still a dream
but i’d rather hear some good songs, not this bs smokescreen
choking on your wayward rhymes, you call this garb cuisine?
made better in my food tech cl-ss, when i was just fifteen
i could go all day like this, i guess my bars evergreen
the sun is shining out my -ss, hope you’ve got your sunscreen
i’m coming for your has been -ss, straight into my windscreen
how’s chi doing now? call me when she’s eighteen
i hope she looks like mummy, hotter than a canteen
but she’s been around a bit, v-g-n- needs a steam clean
ray-j told me stories, you wish that tape was unseen?

zesty like a tangerine
stubby like a chodey peen
dumber than mr bean
old news mary magdalene
more boring than the same routine
heads will roll like guillotine
wash your mouth with listerine
taking drugs like charlie sheen
dad bod h-lla lean
chunky like whey protein
looking like a heinz baked bean
-ss too fat for those jeans!
light it up with gasoline
(kaboom, ooh-wee! dude’s resilient)

hahahah reset earla coming for you ye
run fat boy run
love. commitment. responsibility
there’s nothing he can’t run away from

(reset earla)
(reset earla)

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