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• Artiste: Earl Sweatshirt
• Titre: Exhaust
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Take two Worked harder than a bitch Operating the tight shift, God steering the ship The wheel in the Vise-Grip, slave to the vices Stay sipping, I don't got all day to play with you The fake shit don't surprise me Things change, so a nigga stayed improvising Risk-take 'cause look at all the places that it got me Save it, no thanks, you can't make me no promise We went our own ways, I still think of you highly Give my baby my daddy last name and his likeness Taking the signs in, facing the fire Change of surroundings Kings of the county, angels around me Sailed in on lightning Prepare for the fight, go to church if you scared or you frightened Worked harder than a bitch Operating the tight shift, God steering the ship My wheel in a Vise-Grip, scaling and climbing They pale in comparison and slimy I pray they know better than to try me I stay with the veteran advisors I paid every time, I wasn't righteous I'm checking all the boxes I made every effort, then I laced up my creps and kept it rocking I can't see no other option Hold rank, tank engine on the 110 southbound growling You love stank bitches, that's your fucking problem, sergeant At Marathon standing on the couches, singing loud Lining silver on the nimbus cloud, I get it now (The heart breaks itself) More power to you, but it's no flowers in your vase (Over and over again until) No amount of sugar gon' help with the taste (It stays open) At the end of the day It's really just you and whatever you think I'm airmailing you strength So there you have it