Mantra - Earl Sweatshirt

Get your lady

Cop, piff, inhale & cough

Rip the label off this

Picked the road that got twists

I'm holding my dick & playing cautious

Imma show you how it's done right nigga

Drop this when the sunlight gone

Better run right home when the sky turn black

Screaming "fuck five-0" til my line go flat

In that ash-gray beamer we'll be callin that the pigeon coupe

Jack knife bitches to the couches in they living rooms

Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you

Back like how I need to style, I invented you

Act like you don't know the name

Only time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky

Listening to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch

Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a

Poster child, you're supposed to hate me

Bold & wild, you broke and angry, my nigga

Name getting bigger than the difference between us

Niggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'em

Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)

You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch

And if they hating in a passive tense, now they hounding dick

And you ain't ask for this

Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kids

Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound & a pic

Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick

And they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick

I said sweat (sweat), shirt (shirt)

You can tell the Reaper Imma meet em when he send for me

With a cleaver, & a .30, and some twisted weed

I pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga

Get your lady

Cop, piff, inhale & cough

Rip the label off this

Picked the road that got twists

I'm holding my dick & playing cautious

You used to say you like violins

And your lifestyle depend on me

And I know it's night time when you get lonely

And tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me

And despite all the facts that you got phony

You gonna tell them bout the night that you exposed me

For the bastard I was

And how I probably smashed every bitch that I passed in the club

And the last couple months was the worst

Cause I smashed all the trust

That I earned in the past couple months

That we had as a couple

My abscence, a fuss

Was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve

We just smashed & we scuffled

Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you

Now you're taking all your property back & it's obvious that

That apart from the fact that we fuck & it's bomb

And I hate when you home

And when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag

Man I brought you some shit

And I bought you some shit

What you offering here?

What the fuck you offering here?