Grief - Earl Sweatshirt

Alright

Uh uh uh

Good grief I been reaping what I sow

Ni**a I ain't been outside in a minute

I've been living what I wrote

And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas

Momma taught me how to read them when I look

Miss me at the precinct getting booked

Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks

Say you eating but we see you getting cooked ni**a

I don't act hard I'm a hard act to follow ni**a

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**k 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 niggas you turning into tricks

I was making waves you was surfing in them

Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas sh*t

Cut the grass off the surface

Pray the lawnmower

Blade catch the back of a serpent ni**a sh*t

B**ch

Good grief I've been reaping what I sow

Ni**a I ain't been outside in a minute

I've been living what I wrote

And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas

Momma taught me how to read them when I look

Miss me at the precinct getting booked

Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks

Say you eating but we see you getting cooked ni**a

I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash

For the moment high as f**k

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 them

I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in them

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 about 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 gone you can't buy them back

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