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

Get your lady 

Cop, piff, inhale & cough 

Rip the label off this 

Picked the road that got twists 

I'm holding my dick & playing cautious 

Imma show you how it's done right nigga 

Drop this when the sunlight gone 

Better run right home when the sky turn black 

Screaming "fuck five-0" til my line go flat 

In that ash-gray beamer we'll be callin that the pigeon coupe 

Jack knife bitches to the couches in they living rooms 

Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you 

Back like how I need to style, I invented you 

Act like you don't know the name 

Only time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky 

Listening to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch 

Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a 

Poster child, you're supposed to hate me 

Bold & wild, you broke and angry, my nigga 

Name getting bigger than the difference between us 

Niggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'em 

Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt) 

You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch 

And if they hating in a passive tense, now they hounding dick 

And you ain't ask for this 

Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kids 

Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound & a pic 

Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick 

And they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick 

I said sweat (sweat), shirt (shirt) 

You can tell the Reaper Imma meet em when he send for me 

With a cleaver, & a .30, and some twisted weed 

I pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga 

Get your lady 

Cop, piff, inhale & cough 

Rip the label off this 

Picked the road that got twists 

I'm holding my dick & playing cautious 

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You used to say you like violins 

And your lifestyle depend on me 

And I know it's night time when you get lonely 

And tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me 

And despite all the facts that you got phony 

You gonna tell them bout the night that you exposed me 

For the bastard I was 

And how I probably smashed every bitch that I passed in the club 

And the last couple months was the worst 

Cause I smashed all the trust 

That I earned in the past couple months 

That we had as a couple 

My abscence, a fuss 

Was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve 

We just smashed & we scuffled 

Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you 

Now you're taking all your property back & it's obvious that 

That apart from the fact that we fuck & it's bomb 

And I hate when you home 

And when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag 

Man I brought you some shit 

And I bought you some shit 

What you offering here? 

What the fuck you offering here? 

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