Death Whistles Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

[Verse] 

Started out tryna make a truce 

Ended up back in mine off a 80, proof 

Running wild got you thinking you could solve it 

We could really use some time 

Just to recollect and find out a thing or two 

Check the weather, never mind I ain't in the mood 

Eyes settled on a prize bitch, I'm in the loop 

Strip vinyl, spliff fired up, I get to choose 

Which titles my rivals could win or lose 

Parachute through the fog, I wish for summer off 

Spring fitted for the dark, my nigga in a long-sleeve 

Dripping through it all, niggas know 

Niggas know not to hit me, I don't get too many calls 

This city shit go, it's a pity how a piggy did you dog 

That's why swampman living in the bog, feeling like a tsar 

Off-bred niggas on the spittle getting charred 

Swear you can hear death whistle from afar 

When the wind blow, feds want your info 

Streets full of sink holes, sheets full of nymphos 

Brains like a baseball, legs like some pencils 

Head for the hills, cause I'm on your heels 

Like a bloodhound trained to your scent 

Show face when I get dope, nigga my face in the shit 

Two cards, blackjack, both ace's, it's lit 

Closed case on the mess that I made thugging 

No trace of you since, I sin, no place to repent 

Closed game but we win, motherfucker 

Closed game, cold game 

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