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Doris


Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 12
Year: 2015

Sunday Lyrics - Doris - Earl Sweatshirt

I know it don't seem difficult to hit you up 

But you not passionate about half the shit that you into, and I ain't havin' it 

And we both know that I don't mean to offend you, I'm just focused today 

And I don't know why it's difficult to admit that I miss you 

And I don't know why we argue, and I just hope that you listen 

And if I hurt you I'm sorry, the music makes me dismissive 

When I'm awake I'm just driftin', I'm not complainin' 

It's just to say that I stay pretty busy, lately 

And I couldn't be misbehaving, I just hang with my niggas 

I'm fuckin' famous if you forgot, I'm faithful 

Despite all my what's in my face and my pocket, and this is painfully honest 

And when I say it I vomit, and cloudy days when I'm salty 

I play the hate to the laundry 

State to state for the profit, it ain't a stain on me, nigga 

My momma raised me a prophet, I play for dollar incentive 

And where I'm walking, it's studded, and half-retarted I stumble 

To where she park where she visit, I grab the bottle and chug it 

I see the car in the distance, I know the dark isn't coming 

For the moment, if I could hold it 

She, seems seems that 

 

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All my dreams got dimmer when I stopped smoking pot 

Nightmares got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot 

And loving you is a little different, I don't like you a lot 

You see, it seems like 

 

I'm coming back I gotta handle business 

Vanish to my sleepers see 

Left you at terminal 3 

I'll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks 

A fortnight 

And you can parade my homecoming 

Don't cry 

You know I can't live in any place I visit 

To live and die in LA 

I got my Fleetwood Mac 

I could get high every day 

But I'd be sleepy, OCD and paranoid 

So, give me Bolly beach 

No molly please 

Palm, no marijuana trees 

Yo hickeys on my A order 

And tattoos you could only see 

When I'm playing surfboarder 

Put whisky in that salt water 

I emptied every canteen 

Just to wear that straight edge varsity you think's cool 

They thought me soft in High School 

Thank God I'm jagged 

Forgot you don't like it rough 

I mean he called me a faggot 

I was just calling his bluff 

I mean how anal am I gon' be when I'm aiming my gun 

And why's his mug all bloody, that was a three on one? 

Standing ovation and Staples 

I got my Grammy's and gold 

Polka dots on my brit 

I'm not supposed to be stunting 

It's all melodic this song 

I catch this vibe in my sleep 

But I'm just jet-lagged is all 

And restless 

 

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All my dreams got more vivid when I stopped smoking pot 

All my nightmares became more vivid when I stopped smoking pot 

Loving you's a little different I don't like you a lot 

I meanfuck 

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