Earl Sweatshirt - Wool lyrics

rate me

Feat. Vince Staples

Soon as I catch the vibe, tell ‘em to fence the hurs

Showty I ‘m pressing lines, leaving a lowest short

Tell ‘em the blastic girl fit, she with it

I’m in that kitchen, risk what the wiping work

Nigga I do that, niggas get blue black

They blown away, waitress making Mexicans like wipe backs like: “Orale!”

Ok, I’m on something, mama shoulda told you

With me days like this, it’s just some tales from the crib

I’m on my same young shit

I try to make a million dollar

Keep the hood while crossing over with some young shit

I need a form baby mama to mention lil mama

With remone the park laine from scratch,

A lot , a lot, a lot of pinch lost inside this game we call rap

Bullet hit it’s all here

The extra dollar are on down

Ain’t nobody digging then my hood

My nigga fuck and bust

Baby mama killing, you a fity and I fucking roll

Streachy do on federal in time

From busting at the low

He gonna be a blame but man, you playing for a pow

Surely I’ve been bang here with shows

Your pasta full of pones, pistols rip his body

Now he afraid of dog, ally ways

Niggas better listen when the master say

It’s gone for that bitch, is gone for that bar cap

It goes for the car boy, it’s over and caught back

We all stood on vacking underlow

And got the move, nation wild, moving march and shot as crazy

Peanut butter and paisley

Walking down the street in different color and greaties,

That first great it was me, now I’m on this full of snitches

Got all bakery as free, bitches grip, stick and sturky

Like cold stakes and beef dry

I’m taking chances like cheaters in the evening

Pick your pants up and get dance up

What a demon on my mama

Been limit with my fences, still with switchers on paripa

Bitches deeper we won’t hit streets poafing,

Then nigga swear he got the gas

Already pay bout the matters

Bitch nobody out of order like they lifted 2 baggage

Switch the different and fuck the wipe and let the pigies beat past ‘em

It’s the wist try, get the cheese

What to do, rap like you missing me

Call me loop if I’m on the transit, nigga skip throw me

Niggas wanna fade me, bitches wanna feel some type of way

Fifties in my pocket and now it’s all I’m fucking baby tief

This was with the pocky, he will pop on the danger round

Finger tips is talking now, but now lose when you face it

Give a fuck bout all the moves, all the lose that nigga making now