Letra de My Brother, The Wind - Earl Sweatshirt & The Alchemist

(Feat. The Alchemist)

Crazy Nigerian wallet...

Uh, nah, not there

You know what I'm saying?

Gotta let go of it

Tryna both-hand grip the whip, got me crazy

Nigerian wallet made out of snake

Long face in the bank, short change

This tour would feel like forty states

Why we goin' home? Patrol the gate

What's goin' on? I'm in the mall with the Jordan face

High as Hell

Keep the reggie, off a seventy of wedding cake

Tan Cressi' chain heavenly, the blessings came

Might stretch a bit, but never cave on the bends

Barricades, bloodstained messages I never sent

My brain left, see what's left, on the left

Etch A Sketch what I live

Shiverin', erasin' what I did

Opaque, be complacent as the wind

My brother, like Sun Ra, we all need you

Godspeed You! Black Emperor

Dark legions, what's the run-down

Lump sum's a piece of summer, the guns now

And let me hit the spliff before that bitch run out

I heard it's up to us, more than enough

I know I'm playin' to tough crowds

Convert the data, tell that racist to whip the bus 'round

We 'bout to shake the taco truck down

Nah, I'm playin', plate a couple I could buss down

I'm on La Brea sayin'

Honestly, my nigga

Don't even trip on like whether you gonna do a good job or a bad job

Or other– all that other shit, man

You just gotta– you just gotta be there, man

You just gotta pull up (Yeah)

You just gotta–

Just be present, bro, like fuck life

Oh man, am I– am I gonna fuck up for the rest– so what?

You just gotta be there

You gonna fuck up if you not

(Yup, so let me get, uh– chicken sandwich)

A'ight

Uh, can I get a, um– chicken sandwich?

And a, uh, a carne asada burrito?

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