45 Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

Open up the case on 'em 

Set his own pace, peeped the rats, wasn't racing with 'em 

Made it out the maze, haze with the stanky odor 

Simmer down my brain when I can't control it 

Nigga, where your chips? You should bet 'em on him 

Call the vet he barking, hear him and the mess he started 

Nigga, they keep an eye on me, I am not a child artist 

I raised the bar and hit a chin-up for a while on it 

Life a long ride, my niggas up for it 

My bitches down for me cause I stay a buck-fifty 

Angel City drought time, why the fuck I'm up fifty 

Playing like I'm down five? They can't really fuck with me 

Let a nigga sizzle in the pan if he wanna 

Los Angeles area annual summer, we burning under it 

Learn from taking chances and fumbling 

Nigga I was taught to take your rations and guzzle 'em, bitch 

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