Grown Ups - Earl Sweatshirt feat Dash
[Earl Sweatshirt:]
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
Skippin church, flip the work
Hit the dirt, like Tommy run it 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 lick
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to f_cking plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my mother f_cking friend
Trying to figure out how to start a mother f_cking end
Trend dodging, keep a b_tch by me
Back roll
Garbage bag full of xans
Teach myself to rap and steal n_gga
Cash is in hand
Packs get vac sealed
Like the Tin Man
Cardiac Stillness
Cardiac still missing
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that b_tch to roll up, f_cking with some grown ups
Don't know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that b_tch to roll up, f_cking with some grown ups
[Earl Sweatshirt & Da$h:]
My mama wonder why it never seem to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm acting
And my facial features
Just trying to put you on
Dog 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
I'm the type of n_gga that you cop your raw off
Popping hoes off
Grab the board and these n_ggas call charge
Chain switches jerseys like it's all star
Press the OnStar
Think it's all lost
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