Flying Lotus

Flying Lotus - Between Friends lyrics

rate me

Feat Earl Sweatshirt

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

First off, I'm a start charging y'all per compliment

You give to me, see how much purse I can earn off of it

As far as bars, you heard wrong if you heard continent

It's incontinence, inconsequent turned sponsorin'

Rockin' a fur smock with

Some RC go for rockin' the beats, this is curb stomping it

Serve consonants hotter than hot combs

And surfing through brown perm and that germs that will jump off of it

Hot doggy with no condiments

Flow proper this show stopper be bow guarding it

Aliens be going hard and Early be going artisan

And lick fo' shot of the focus, talkative

Talkative, let the robbers in

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]

Off a couple Sake shots

Watching pot grow in short shorts and some soggy crocs

Shoddy lot of black faces trading body shots

For all of the belongings in your pocket, park it

Hardly not, gnarly tots, nollie pops

Use a bit, it got me; then she buzzin' like a walkie talk

Staying gold like the only watch that Lonny rocks

Grimey socks and you know you don't wanna play with papa swamp

[Verse 3: Captain Murphy]

So unorthodox

Chillin' with a shaman, eating ramen in a parking lot

I brought a bag of dreams with me, breathe the kundalini in

Exhale a meaning and the feeling of Elysium

Even the reason leavin' 'em lost, lyrical boss hotter than

Most so kill me, martyrs and most of my Holy ghost

Host a party in 'em, I brought my odd unruly souvenir

On their blouse like a "Yours Truly" steel pin

Evil (Ha ha ha); they can't get past the deep voice

Conceived in a Rolls Royce, abortion life, pro choice

Got hot, put a beanie on pitch bent like a leanin' song

Learn to fly high the first time that I'm dreamin' on

The Force is strong with this one though, over 9,000

Midi-chlorian say so, really show

No mercy, all master, no Percy, show these little

Bastards in the journeys of my troubled mind, saddled by your

Blasphemy, look at what you father signed, now you can't

Imagine me, running high the casualty and fucking die

This is why we had to bring the guns out

Rattled neighbour's windows every night until the sun's out

Two dudes, two odd crews with strange leaders

Kitty cats a couple blunts new wang feeder

[Outro: Flying Lotus]

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