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74

Earl Sweatshirt
2019-11-011:21 minSynced lyrics

"74" is a song by Earl Sweatshirt, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 1:21 long and contains 33 lines and 266 words.

Lyrics

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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