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• Artiste: Earl Sweatshirt
• Titre: Hat Trick / Human Error
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Uh, uh Give it till I can't give, I lend a hand if it's needed But these stabs got me bleeding out my back kid Uh, keep it on the fumble we could sack shit Hat trick, we considered Mulligan's for that shit The proof is in the pudding and the pamphlets The sewer and the mattress Stupid nigga you can get it, get it Only thing certain was the taxes Burn me when the journey end, clergymen turn me into ashes I move surgically, with new sermons for the masses We too purposed for the scraps What the verdict read? It's that courtesy of shit circumstances The earth is my turf, but the hearse like a magnet I be outside in some handcuffs, might be outside in the dirt, uh Gentrifiers got the turf getting hacked up Late nights thinking 'bout who lied to me first Graveyard energy, tied to the job based off principle My inner jit grinning, but my face all twisted It's the artist at work Greyhound tickets and some haze on my missus Know it make no sense, I keep my heart on my shirt When the rainstorm vicious, spend the day blowing, drinking Tryna harvest the hurt, but it make no difference