Earl Sweatshirt - 45 lyrics

rate me

Open up the case on them

Haze with the stack

This feeling got my brain when I can’t control him

Here I’m in a messy start

Nigga and then keep an eye on me

I am not a child artist

I raised a boy

I had to chill up for a while

Like a long ride,

My niggaz up for it

My bitch is down for me

Cause I stay a buck-fifty

Angel City drought time,

Why the fuck I'm up fifty?

Playing like I'm down five,

They can't really fuck with me

Let a nigga sisal in the pan

If he wanted Los Angeles

Area annual we burn under it

Nigga I was taught to take your actions and govern them

Bitch