74 (Explicit)
Earl Sweatshirt"74 (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Earl Sweatshirt, 2019, Pop. Der Song dauert 1:21, 33 lines / 266 words.
Songtext
0:00You like Amar'e Stoudemire with dreads
0:02Bobbleheads, chatterboxes flappin' but I got a lot 'em fed
0:06Common head cold-level, minor setbacks, minor threats
0:09To blockin' it's kinda Steph, step back
0:12Ya shit is not knockin' like the feds
0:14Don't get your head cracked lackin' common sense
0:16On a whim I felt it, in mi casa you don't got no wins
0:20Just to match the losses I don't have in your gym
0:23Opposites attract opulence, the mud wouldn't stick
0:26The sun make it so my soul's crumblin'
0:28They dug it when they was young
0:30More than one hole in one with no mulligan
0:33Sellin' kids culture with death, circlin' like carrion
0:36The more the merrier, phone got you livin' vicarious
0:40Ice melting 'cause it's so hot
0:42The veil lifts, the pain salient
0:44Niggas started choppin' at the road blocks
0:47As far as tracks, we goin' off
0:49Brought the stroganoff beef, holy war
0:51You know it's not unique to your boy at all
0:53It's comin' out the teeth
0:54Streets flooded like the pants weren't touchin' the sneak
0:57They rain dancin' on this, no, they stomp
1:00On all accounts, paid the cost to see this far
1:02I'm not on board with the board you try and lead me on
1:05I'm pullin' strings, it's time to let me off
1:07The cook'll singe you
1:09Protect your neck and don't forget the heart
1:11We upper echelon with it, that's what they're checkin' for
1:14I'm getting fed a conch fritter
1:16I'm duckin' when the quiver launch missiles in the dark
1:19Miss me with the glib remarks, switch hitta
1:21Keep the innings long, nigga
You like Amar'e Stoudemire with dreads Bobbleheads, chatterboxes flappin' but I got a lot 'em fed Common head cold-level, minor setbacks, minor threats To blockin' it's kinda Steph, step back Ya shit is not knockin' like the feds Don't get your head cracked lackin' common sense On a whim I felt it, in mi casa you don't got no wins Just to match the losses I don't have in your gym Opposites attract opulence, the mud wouldn't stick The sun make it so my soul's crumblin' They dug it when they was young More than one hole in one with no mulligan Sellin' kids culture with death, circlin' like carrion The more the merrier, phone got you livin' vicarious Ice melting 'cause it's so hot The veil lifts, the pain salient Niggas started choppin' at the road blocks As far as tracks, we goin' off Brought the stroganoff beef, holy war You know it's not unique to your boy at all It's comin' out the teeth Streets flooded like the pants weren't touchin' the sneak They rain dancin' on this, no, they stomp On all accounts, paid the cost to see this far I'm not on board with the board you try and lead me on I'm pullin' strings, it's time to let me off The cook'll singe you Protect your neck and don't forget the heart We upper echelon with it, that's what they're checkin' for I'm getting fed a conch fritter I'm duckin' when the quiver launch missiles in the dark Miss me with the glib remarks, switch hitta Keep the innings long, nigga
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