Letra de CRISCO - Earl Sweatshirt

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Check, check, check, check

Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Gran Turismo

Hop out the fishbowl with a fistful of cash and a lit bogey

She don't turn tricks for me

I don't let her, but she would if I did, though

Name an instance of bullshit that I went for

Deep in the trench like a split stone

No pistol, just me and my wits

I'm who the scale tip for

Took control in the strip, making it get cold

It just snowed in your **** nose

She dip lower than sinkholes, lo siento

Attention central, the promoters is pissed

My kicks on where you 'posed to sit

It get bold, give 'em an inch and niggas ditched like ding-dong (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the porch with the clique, crisp like chicken in Crisco's

My nigga, I need all of my ends

Need all of us in

Them sections right there (All the girls)

Not them, definitely not them

I can't sit down until the bases rounded, impatient

Politicking with pagans, hated how I sounded, I'ma see you later

Made it safe and sound, my fingers seize the day of meeting solemn prayer, easy payment

To me, it beats making problems, brazen (Ready)

Brought the beef to the grazing oxen

Slice from the navel to the collarbone and drain the body

Train the mind, it made me solid

Traits of mine my baby got, can't trace to mama

Get these white girls out my home like Babyfather

Things I thought would shake me to my core just made me hotter, sacred knowledge

Eight of cups, it's time to change his stinky diapers

Looking north, it's a trail to follow, can't get lost

I'm staying shining for those I come across

The ones we lost and all the ones behind me

Pops was kinda janky, his replacement beat the failure out me

Made me violent, hated fighting

I know I can't take no loss, my anger bottled

Mama say, "His face ain't look like yours"

It's on the floor, go out and scrape him off it

Mop him like a chore, it ain't no way around it

They knew shh was off when I was staying silent and stayed inside

I'm saying sorry for the pain I caused

God know my heart and that I'm out here tryna change the course, I'm working on it

Peeling layers off, in the lab sauced, kinda

You know what I'm sayin'? Halfway

We're halfway there, halfway there

You know what I meant, though

Eventful, on mentals

Ten, tenfolds

Look

True, it's simple

We out

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