Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grief, artist - Earl Sweatshirt. Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grief |
| Alright |
| Uh, uh, uh |
| Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed |
| Nigga, 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 niggas |
| Momma taught me how to read 'em 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, nigga |
| I don’t act hard, I’m a hard act to follow, nigga |
| 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 fuck, pardon me for going into details |
| 3−7-6 was a brothel |
| We had females come in every hour on the dot |
| And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock |
| Focused 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 'em |
| Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit |
| Cut the grass off the surface |
| Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent nigga’s shit |
| Bitch |
| Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed |
| Nigga, 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 niggas |
| Momma taught me how to read 'em 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, nigga |
| My fleeting thoughts on a leash |
| For the moment, high as fuck |
| I’ve been alone in my shit, for the longest |
| Snakes sliding in the street |
| Momma 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 |