| Double back when you got it made
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| 30 racks of weed, no fat in the collard greens
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| Off top was me — no cap, I don’t bottle things
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| Flashin' grandmama rings on her fingers
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| I’m fond of them things
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| Father, we gleam
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| I’m ominous of James Harden-D
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| Weak niggas guardin' will peak
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| Followers just like me
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| I lost my phone and consequently
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| All the feelings I caught for my GF
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| My hands was on the wings
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| I took 'em off, not a story
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| Careen against the bars
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| My canteen was full of the poison I need
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| The trip as long as steep
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| My innocence was lost in the East
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| Amidst the thick exhaust
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| Hockey, hit the heart — it beat
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| Mention my sin is strong
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| We all that we need
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| But don’t call me brother no more
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| I keep my sentences short
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| Stack Pendleton keep me warm in the winter
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| Ksubi’s cuff done hit the floor
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| Doobie Brothers where the city morgue
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| Who would truly love a visit from us?
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| My soul and my heart
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| All in it, keep fishing
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| Gone, the macabre finish
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| And miss my Pop dukes, might just hit me
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| Depending how I play my cards
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| The wind whispered to me, «Ain't it hard?»
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| I wait to be the light shimmering from a star
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| Cognitive dissonance shining and the necessary venom restored
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| As if it matters if you think it matters anymore
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| Cause shit be happening with quick results
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| They couldn’t fathom all the damage that had to get done
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| Pig was in a barrel, we cookin' up
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| Don’t get a sparrow, no harrowed runics in that damn tomb
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| And a share of deadly flowers bloom
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| Holler rabidly, we stare at you
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| And say a prayer
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| Let’s take it there like carrier pigeon
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| 50,000 roots, none of them rigid
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| Some of them wicked, how they grew |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song EAST , by - Earl Sweatshirt. Song from the album FEET OF CLAY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп