The Mint Lyrics - Earl Sweatshirt

Yup, yup, that's right 

I'm runnin' things, I'm runnin' things 

Hold me down, hold me up 

Hold me close 'cause my times is up 

Show they true colors, don't know who to trust 

Mind workin' like the water when it rush 

Grownin' from my father, bitter to his touch 

Now I'm solely honor, livin' is a must 

All this for my momma 'til I'm dust 

God gon' deal the karma, lost my trust 

Sayin' "Every man know many men" 

Got me in a jam, I be in my feelings 

On the other hand, I just need a moment 

My condolence, smokin' 'til the mornin' 

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Brodie on the corner with a piece on his hip 

Give a warning 'fore you blow it in the sky 

Tiptoein' over mortar and the brick 

Bumpin' shoulders with the devil in disguise 

Shoulder-level water on the rise 

Twist, 40s in the morning in the winter 

I heard you got your sauce at the enterprise 

Evidently, it was rented but it's mine 

Evidently, it was written like Nas 

I was in the kitchen with that nigga Mike 

Gotta listen when I tell ya simmer down 

Two years I've been missin', livin' life 

You was wildin', every day was trash 

Crackers pilin' in to rape the land 

Early morning, wash my swollen hands 

Hit the showers, cleanse my soul and crash 

Tiptoein' over glass, brodie go too fast, told him slow up 

Know I use too much of everything at hand 

Except the difference is now I control it, I be 

In the crib and in the moment, stuck sippin' out the flask 

Feet up on the dash, I hit the spliff but don't promote it 

Under overpass, no cap 

Say I'm ballin' out the hourglass 

Grand total, it's a whole lotta raps 

Quicksand, scramblin' outta that 

Go behind the back, switch hands 

The fair's high, niggas know they outta wack 

Sterilize your clique, paralyze maritime niggas when 

Every time Wavy Don tappin' in 

Savion Glover caught a couple Ls 

Took 'em to the neck, motherfucker 

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Lotta blood to let, peace to make, fuck a check 

Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check 

Lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check 

Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a- 

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