Lyrics Mick Jenkins – Earl Sweatshirt Type Beat

Uh
I still fuck with type beats off-
(Let that shit breathe right there man)
(I want people to think about that shit for a second)

I still fuck with type beats off YouTube
Like fuck the who’s who
Of the producers that you used to
May think I’m loco
Every L just start a lesson, that’s blessings by the bookoo
Common sense just not that common, cop the Gucci Coco
Common projects from the projects to that luxury lame shit
Just a fancy high rise man, its really the same shit
I’m ducked off the pills and speaking Spanglish
We don’t wave no banners star spangled, there’s too much anguish
In recent history, no mystery here
Bring the froggy feelings, fuck a foggy memory
I’m meant to be clear, as crystal
Even my momma copped a pistol
I need the shotty, through your body
Like a chill, we don’t know no chill
Uppercuts to your grill on my George Foreman
Animals with me like I’m George Orwell
You been forewarned boy, I’m brainstorming
I’m up late, no James Quarter, no camcorders
They never see you when you work this hard
They always see you, you don’t work enough
I play my cards, let you work the bluff
I ?
the curtains up