Earl Sweatshirt - Guild lyrics

rate me

Said this a hit of liquid heroin

Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin

Till one of us leave in an ambulance

Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes

You ain't gonna live till you die

Intelligent bitch on my side

She bitching, I'm spitting habitual lies

I hit her up when my jet lag

Got a swisher tucked in my headband

Front page news, I'm young Jesus

Eating bagels with no cable on

Been fucking hoes since when Mase was on

I hope that base god hears my prayers

One day you're here, the next day you're gone

So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z lawn

Some dope rap on your hoe ass, Tony Womack

Don't hold back no feed your girl Cognac

Meet a bitch, sleeping with her, feverish, keep a chick

Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a list

Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker

I could pull your bitch with a whisper and diss her

Dumbass hoe

She only dumb ‘cause she love that, though

Somewhere getting high reading, Juxtapoz

I hit her up she come through, watch Adjustment Bureau

Moms love me ‘cause I'm so commercial

I fuck ‘em raw cause I know they fertile

In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece

Hotel lobbies playing Fur Elise

I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules

Slap a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me

I said Josh's beard is like Paul Revere

When he walk in the room it's like God is here

I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing tomahawks at civilians

I'm chilling

I'm on the monitor, nigga

She taking it like a champ

And I'm proud of her, nigga

I'm on the couch where that loud is burning

I'm shouting, "I don't fuck with you"

‘Cause I don't, never love a hoe

But we could play doctor, ma’

Open wide for thermometer

Your cow girl's crotch riding

With a clean, faded fro, lopsided

Tell the label that I want a white driver

And tell him give me space, I don't know that nigga

Bold ass little fucking low class villain

Whole van tinted, nope, can't kill him

It's the Trashwang nigga, that's what's up

Half pint of the hope in that plastic cup

Real nigga from the start till the casket shut

Present his own case as a basket one

Present-day based nigga, smack the judge

Riding with them same niggas ashin' blunts

While that bass make his face like he mad or something

Slide in the safe, take the cash and run

Know that if he fake I'm harrassing him

He took the big toe so they tagged the tongue

Out here stunting like I'm supposed to, dog

Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust

Pipe only spirit that I hold in the dark

It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these paws

Living like it's '62

Spit and grip my genitals

My bitch to split the swisher

My niggas split the residuals

It’s marijuana fields

Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott

Heron while we pill pop

Errand run and kill cop

Niggas know I feel not

For 'em, stop bitching, bro

Stare and get that grill knocked

Open

It’s marijuana fields

Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott

Heron while we pill pop

Errand run and kill cop

Niggas know I feel not

For 'em, stop bitching

Stare and get that grill knocked

Open

Nigga