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Earl Sweatshirt

Burgundy

 

Burgundy

(album: Doris - 2013)


[Intro: Vince Staples]
What's up, nigga?
Why you so depressed and sad all the time like a little bitch?
What's the problem man? Niggas want to hear you rap
Don't nobody care about how you feel
We want raps, nigga

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
My grandma's passing
But I'm too busy trying to get this fucking album cracking too see her
So I apologize in advance if anything should happen
And my priorities fucked up, I know it, I'm afraid I'm gonna blow it
And all them expectations raising because daddy was a poet, right?
Talk all you want I'm taking no advice
Nigga, I'm about to relish in this anguish
I'm stressing over payment, so don't tell me that I made it
Only relatively famous in the midst of a tornado
Misfitted, I'm Clark Gable, I'm not stable
Abrasive as fuck and they all pay me
I'm chuckling, cross-faded in public
Heart racing so blood is leaked, like I don't give a fuck again, right?

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I don't fuck with too much of y'all's shit
Judging by the pants and the mall grip
Gully, in the vans with the dark tints
I'm a start-shit type nigga
Night life living
Riding in the jeep, I'm a side-swipe niggas
What's your life like? It's aiight nigga
Hammer in the left, Freddie what's the price of it?
Riding with the whip and I ain't got the license for it
Jill's got me livin like my life is golden
Sitting on my sofa feeling high and dormant
If we could smoke another one, while Mike records it
Pass it to you, what the fuck you staring at?
Acting like you've never seen a piece of scared cat
Bars hotter than the blocks we be at
Stunt on these niggas, they flop like Divac
See that nigga?
For the time being, I'm a be that nigga
Believe that nigga, you see that nigga?
For the time being I'm a be that nigga
Believe that, nigga

done

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