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earl sweatshirt - awkward face lyrics

[intro]
trippy hippy (hippy)
i don’t know, dawgs (nah)
da$h and vyron (i’m stupid, bro)
that’s my homeboys (homeboys)
you’s a trippy hippy (uh, huh)
i don’t know, dawg (no, dawgs)
do my b-tch dirty (oh yeah)
like a lone shark (okay)

[verse]
half the n-ggas you know put cap in it
and the game is my son, i’m the daddy
i’m swattin’ them f-ckin’ finger rolls (no, no, no)
hit up spiff for the give-and-go
good before the sh-t hits the hole (pause)
buddy, i’ma great look
n-gga, it’s the swamp, but most of young n-ggas weight push
like they in the yard d-gg-n’
backwood on my lip, hoodie blacker than all my forefathers
you could catch me on an interlude or an interview lookin’ bored
awkward face, chopped and screwed, ’cause i hate the stench when a wh0r- talkin’
it’s the n-gga with quick wit that the kids in the hall doubted
never had time for b-tches, too busy denyin’ counselin’
thorough n-ggas only ones worth it to ride out with
p-ssy n-gga, get your blouse st-tched
how’s this for starters? (lit)
lit ’til the law get ’em
call the pallbearers in
watch ’em fall to the beat (get ’em all at attention)
i ain’t honorin’ sh-t
but my mom in some colds and the obvious sh-t
and my dawgs in the beats and we cloggin’ your row
of your block or your street and your blog and your feed
i bet you wish you could hit the reef, b-tch

- earl sweatshirt lyrics

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