Sasquatch - Earl Sweatshirt feat Tyler, The Creator
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
After filling my reputation of whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted four more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on this beat B
Cause we running sh_t like the Dingleberry's on four cheetahs
Flow colder than Papa Joe's or Domino's (F_ck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole band to Canada
F_ck the block news and the venues, they can't handle us
They can't stand us including fruits that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is
Man, I s_ck now, I ain't still dope
But Chris and Rihanna's f_ckin' again so there's still hope
Oh f_ck, I went there, balling b_tch, I'm Ben's hair
Y'all barely breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy b_tches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
Watch a n_gga smile like five-year-old child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the n_gga from Green Mile
It's Red Bull in this cup so a n_gga may seem wild but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a little while ago
Don't let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my n_gga Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them n_ggas that skate with a sick style
And some freckled b_tches with giant peaches that's vile
They never did catch that rhino
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Squadron full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his momma's wishes for college
And coppers labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, n_gga, follow me through the fox holes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty b_tch in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Sh_t, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my n_ggas hostile
Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
B_tches augmented stupid as the group is
Only slightly, write precise to get a p_ssy n_gga two chins
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruth's Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
See, Lionel ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second season now
Small fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang, n_gga
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