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Guild (feat. Mac Miller)

Earl Sweatshirt

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    Said this a hit of liquid heroin
    Marilyn manson channeling, panicking, spar with anakin
    'Til one of us leave in an ambulance
    Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes
    You ain't gon' live till you die
    Intelligent bitch on my side
    She bitching, I'm spitting habitual lies

    I hit her up when my jet land
    Got a swisher tucked in my headband
    Front page news, I'm young Jesus
    Eating bagels with no cable on,
    Been fucking hoes since when mase was on,
    I hope that basedgod hears my prayers
    One day you're here, the next day you're gone

    So me and earl smoking weed on jay-z's lawn
    Some dope rap on your ho ass, tony womack
    Don't hold back, or feed your girl cognac,
    Meet a bitch, sleepin' with her, feverish, keep a chick,
    Met her off twitter even schindler keeps a list,
    Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a fisker
    I could pull your bitch with a whisper and diss her

    Dumbass ho
    She only dumb cause she love that though
    Somewhere getting high reading, juxtapoz
    I hit her up, she come through and watch adjustment bureau
    Moms love me cause I'm so commercial
    I fuck 'em raw cause I know they fertile
    In myrtle beach with a purple fleece

    Hotel lobbies playing fur elise
    I'm ron burgundy mixed with hercules
    Slap a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
    I said josh's beard is like paul revere
    When he walk in the room it's like God is here
    I'm at a prop shop in montauk throwing tomahawks
    At civilians... I'm chillin'

    I'm on the monitor nigga
    She taking it like a champ
    And I'm proud of her nigga
    I'm on the couch where that loud is burning
    I'm shouting, "I don't fuck with you"
    Cause I don't, never love a ho
    But we could play doctor, ma
    Open wide for the thermometer

    Your cow girl's crotch riding
    With a clean, faded fro, lopsided
    Tell the label that I want a white driver
    And tell him give me space, I don't know that nigga
    Bold ass little fuckin' low class villain
    Whole van tinted, nope can't kill him
    It's the trashwang nigga, that's what's up
    Half pint of hope in that plastic cup
    Real nigga from the start till the casket shut
    Present his own case as a basket one

    Present-day based nigga, smack the judge
    Riding with them same niggas ashin' blunts
    While that bass make his face like he mad or somethin'
    Slide in the safe, take the cash and run
    Know that if he fake I'm harrassin' him
    Took the big toe so they tagged the tongue
    Out here stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog

    Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust
    Pipe only spirit that I hold in the dark
    It's wolf gang bitch like you know these paws
    Living like it's '62
    Spit and grip my genitals
    My bitch to split the swisher
    My niggas split the residuals

    Aye, marijuana fields
    Pot growing, blaring gil scott
    Heron while we pill pop
    Errand run and kill cop
    Niggas know I feel not
    For 'em, stop bitching
    Stare and get that grill knocked
    Open




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