Grief - Earl Sweatshirt

Alright
Uh, uh, uh

Good grief, I been reaping what I sow
N_gga, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these n_ggas
Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy n_ggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, n_gga

I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, n_gga
Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen
Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission
Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction
When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it
Don't give a f_ck, pardon me for going into details
3-7-6 was a brothel
We had females come in every hour on the dot
And the sh_t sound like a gavel when it knock
Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts
Lately I've been panicking a lot
Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob
Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job
Time damaging my ties
Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick
You circus n_ggas, you turning into tricks
I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em
Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing n_ggas' sh_t
Cut the grass off the surface
Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent, n_gga, sh_t
B_tch

Good grief, I been reaping what I sow
N_gga, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these n_ggas
Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy n_ggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, n_gga

I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash
For the moment, high as f_ck
I've been alone in my sh_t for the longest
Snakes sliding in the street
Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them
Pigs, riding in 'em
I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em
If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him
There's no time for that
Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar
When you iron that
Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle
I'mma wallow when I lie in that
I just want my time and my mind intact
When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back

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