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

Foot and hand on the gates 

We was jumping I'm like "fuck" like quicksand in my ways 

Always stuck & I'm stuck until an ambulance came 

The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes 

And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me 

And the clique tight-knit man, it's like the 'lo rugby 

Beat the fuckin beat like it stole from me 

You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature, or quote from me 

Bitch I'm off the lancy 

I reek of reefer & show money 

It's Early running with niggas 

Who cold running shit 

The wins like lotion 

He get it he go rub em in 

Critics pretend to get it 

And bitches just don't fuck with him 

I spent the day drinking & missing my grandmother 

Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine 

And a Colt 45 in it you know how I get it 

I'm toasted myself and a toast to all my niggas 

And there ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell 

And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well 

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