Guild Lyrics - Doris - Earl Sweatshirt

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' 

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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 

Photos 

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 

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