Dna Lyrics - I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside - Earl Sweatshirt

Intercepting a fifth of whisky 

And neckin it 'til I'm dizzy 

I never was defenseless 

I never hugged a fence 

I pick a side and trust in it 

Stomach full of drugs and shit 

My niggas on some other cleanse 

Sunday binge, Monday 

Then another 6 days back to Sunday when it's done again 

And the pants better be creased on my corpse 

If you need that, run until the street lights off 

Back got bigger, got the team strapped on 

And you thought it was magic 

But that's just the difference 

Nigga my team is magicians 

We think of the shit that we want then we get it 

Look I got hoes in my britches 

Big up Dill and Britches, pro part coming soon 

Thought you knew this my nigga 

It's crackin like french tips 

Just checkin and balances 

And checks and salaries 

Testing my friendships 

Cause niggas get sour of this 

Rap shit got the best of me 

I threw the rest off the balcony 

Shoutout Da$H and Retchy 

I know yo bitch check for me 

So much for chivalry 

So long to every bitch tryna get intimate 

I'm in my 20s now 

Feet aimed at the jaws of the running mouth 

Disdained from the loss since a fucking child 

Spotlights on me I ain't stopping in my tracks 

We taking it all and we running out 

Threw shade in the past but you want me now ho 

Put your face in your palm when I come around ya 

Tell mom I'mma get a gun 

If I get too popular 

I'm just being honest with it 

Tell her: 

Stop whining 

It ain't no mo problems 

I'm the best out of all these niggas 

I'm just home when you speaking 

Ain't no home for the weekend 

No rest for your ass if I know that you're sleeping 

I'm here and I'm there 

And I'm up and I'm down 

And I'm low and I'm peakin 

It's cold in the deep end 

Bitch nigga, we the train 

If you see 'em wave 

Ain't no bitch in my DNA 

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Hundred blunts, niggas chains, that's my day to day 

Niggas tryna ride my train like they fucking strays 

My bro left today, fuck 

Hot sauce in my cup of noodles, you taught me that 

I ain't seen us in years 

And this news right here almost made me have a heart attack 

Your momma heart intact 

We just spoke, I couldn't stomach that 

I'm going to London on the first, I'm bringing you something back 

A house on the hill with a big ass grill 

We could have a boxing match 

Japan, Australia, I know you be proud of that 

I got a couple bitches now, I ain't gotta lie about that 

I know you in a better place, I can't even cry about that 

When I look into the clouds, I know you look down on me 

Right next to grandmammy, and the rest of the ones who wanna see me happy 

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