Earl Sweatshirt

Sellout

by Earl Sweatshirt

[Demark Vessy]
[Verse 1]

I promised myself I was gon' be not hype for this
I'll calm it down, down, down
Yeah, ay
It's like a Black [?] Brown song
Where OJ is still elligible
Or a outdated reboot of Juice
Titled, Drink
The Hollywood reboot of Roots
Tilted, Suits
That recast Tobey Maguire as the lead
Can you solve our plight in a verse?
A screaming n*gga post
Teddy pay a effigy visual casually nickel though
Clever euphemisms for plantation and kitchen stove
Trappin' cool G chop will leave you underneath the mistletoe
Yo, I hit the loud so hard I call her [?]
Spit strawberry [?] so hard, feel like a physical
I drag a slab of stone so long, it caught the el out
I hit the peak so hard, gold rings fell out (damn)
Sleep paralysis smooth the screams that I yell out
Stressin' over cream got me contemplating thievery
You ain't even got no bond money to bail out
sh*t n*gga, rap don't work out I'm whipping this fish scale out
Prolly not though
I watched The Wire, it looked fire
But I checked the online, the streets not hirin' bro
I know I heard you keep on trying, I know, it's over though
The sun went nova when you asleep
In this house party scene 'cause I'm sedated
I was leanin' drinking wormwood, now I'm absolute minded
No f*cks given, I'm in defiance
My fingers holding onto that blanket talkin' to Linus
Skim through life in a shopping cart at Target
Woke up the next day in an OK-Mart
Took my mask off, 'cause [?] told me to
Hands up don't shoot

[Verse 2 - DrxQuinnx]

Hoes on my di*k, I pray to based god
It's word to your baby mama
Mixed up the lemonade to serve it at the all star game
That's the sour taste of petty
f*ck all that rubber, I'm just tryna f*ck Betty
Quarter nickels by the dam, that goes by the name of Penny
Black licorice, taste the yar

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