Letra de Gamma (need the ˂3) - Earl Sweatshirt

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Humble yourself (Humble yourself)

You cumbersome comin' in to your old age

The jig is up, it's much too late

I pree the Runtz fake

I'll try my luck one day

For now, I only trust faith

Untouched rage stuck with him from the bus days

I need the love, gang

My feet is up way above niggas' ceilings, fuck your feelings

I look around, the only thing I see is us, gang

Love leaving, it's unappealing to be stuck

You stayed under, I stay wondering why 'cause the wave undulates and I'm on a high

I couldn't wait (No), couldn't shake the notion my fate was up for me to decide

It's no time for pumpin' brakes

Trey-five, Bruk on the plate

You right, we whoopin' J's

Way too much funnel for one, but niggas love the taste

Release a dove for Dave

Trugoy, plug number two, gamma ray (Gamma ray flow)

Ayy, everybody love the sunshine, shine like the boy Roy Ayers say

Can't throw away my whole life standing in shade

Shame'll have you stammering, quick change of plans

To go ape like James Cameron, danglin' off the Empire State

Bet the entire estate on me, I came out the gate, with fire (Flames)

Rainin' flames on who my campaign collide with (Flames)

Wavy off an eighth, they say I should've played for Wake Forest (I don't play)

Stakes plummet when you play funny games, cat in the bag (Cat in the bag)

Everything you utter doesn't escape, running man (Yeah)

Niggas in the camp fuck with UA

Maximum stats, maximum bitches, and massive fuckin' plates, ayy (Fuckin' plates)

My lil' baby stack like she from the gang (She from over there)

See what I'm sayin'? Mhm

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?

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