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EARL SWEATSHIRT - MANTRA (LIVE)

Ajouté le ven. 20 févr. 2015 Musique Rectangular HD

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[Hook]
Get your lady
Cop piff, inhale & cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick & playing cautious

[Verse]
Imma show you how it's done right nigga
Drop this when the sunlight gone
Better run right home when the sky turn black
Screaming "fuck five-0" til my line go flat
I'm in that ash-gray beamer, we'll be callin that the pigeon coupe
Jack knife bitches to the couches in the living room
Ask who the best & I doubt that they picking you
Back like Tide with your style, I invented you
Act like you don't know the name
Only time I'm mean, when the cho-cha stanky
Listening to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch
Bitches by the three, licking coke off the pinky of a
Poster child, you're supposed to hate me
Bold & wild, you broke and angry, my nigga
Name getting bigger, than the difference between us
Niggas is fake, I limit the features I give em
Sweat Sweat Shirt Shirt
You know you famous, when the niggas that surround you switch
& if they hating in a passive tense, now they hounding dick
& you ain't ask for this
Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kids
Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound and a pic
Cause they the reason that the traffic on your route was quick
& they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick
I said, SWEAT SWEAT SHIRT SHIRT
You can tell the Reaper Imma meet em when he sent for me
With a cleaver, & a .30, and some twisted weed
I pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga

[Hook]
Get your lady
Cop piff, inhale & cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick & playing cautious

[Verse]
You used to say you like violins
& your lifestyle depend on me
& I know it's night time when you get lonely
& tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me
& despite all the facts that you got phony
You gonna tell them bout the night that you exposed me
For the bastard I was
& how I probably smashed every bitch that I passed in the club
& the last couple months was the worst
Cause I smashed all the trust
That I earned in the past couple months
That we had as a couple
My abscence, a fuss
Was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve
We just smashed & we scuffled
Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you
Now you're taking all your property back & it's obvious that
That apart from the fact that we fuck & it's bomb
& I hate when you home
& when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag
Man I brought you some shit
Man I bought you some shit
What you offering here?
What the fuck you offering here?