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tyler, the creator - earl's track* lyrics

[first verse]
i spark the blunt, let the ash hit the cold floor
trust slipping like the f+cking smoke out the backdoor
now everybody silent when the glass tore
puff it, ain’t no love, n+gga, what’s the match for?

bitter breath, thoughts twist in a sick cycle
friend or foe? never know, leanin’ on the rifle
they smile wide but the vibe’s f+ckin’ spiteful
backstabbed so much, n+gga, blood runs tidal

mind fried like the blunt tip, i ain’t vibin’
fiends in the smoke clouds, i see ’em ridin’
who can i trust when i’m the one who keeps hidin’?
same faces shapeshift when the bags dividin’

shady plots under those moonlit schemes
crack a dutch, let the pain just flood in streams
fake n+ggas, they all smell like burnt+out dreams
and i’m stuck with these demons, i can’t hear my own screams

[second verse]
i light the l, let it dwell where the lies at
smoke dances slow where my mind and my pride clash
eyes heavy like the weight from the past cash
dirty fingers grippin’ splits, twist it till the light flash
whispers in the air, but the truth’s distant
caught between the flame and these fake coexistents
i see the motives in the thick, faint resistance
these n+ggas smile wide, but the loyalty’s inconsistent

ash fl!ck, trust scatter like the wind blows
lost in the fog, every friend’s just a shadow
cut deep, now my skin thick like tobacco
loyalty’s the blunt i burn slow, just to let go

i’ve been runnin’, eyes bloodshot from the mileage
the high’s fleeting, but the pain’s always silenced
roll another blunt—empty love’s in the wrappings
i trust the f+ckin’ paper more than faces i’ve been dappin’

[third verse]
phantom figures, rollin’ deep in the smoke screen
echoes in the haze, they ain’t know what the code mean
backstabbers smiling clean, pockets full of cold green
cut ties but i’m lost where the soul leans

blowin’ o’s out, memories ghost in the air
half+lit spliff, feel the coldness in the stare
you ain’t ride for me, n+gga, you just ride when you scared ++
now hearts are puffin’ loud, but the loyalty’s rare
beat flips, still hear the crackle in the vinyl
mad plots, madlib loopin’ for survival
same book, different chapter, same cycle
love’s extinct where the hate grows tribal

vision tunneled through the blunt fog’s ritual
caught between revenge and the pain, it’s habitual
friends turn to foes, but the change ain’t visual
i seen it in the smoke—every sign, it’s subliminal

[bridge]
pulled another drag, in the quiet i can hear ’em
backstabbed so much, my own reflection fearin’ ’em
words cut deep, but the scars kept disappearin’
hands shake quick, but my faith stayed smearin’

they claim they ridin’, but they ghosts in the mist now
vows broken quicker than the hits that we twist down
dirt on my name like the ashes that i fl!ck now
buried in the high, only low when i sit down

[final verse]
ashtray thoughts, filter dreams, caught in the haze (haze)
breathin’ in the poison, but it’s hard to feel the phase (phase)
cigarette burns on my soul, deep in the dark (dark)
trust fl!ckers out like a flame, lost the f+ckin’ spark (spark)
rollin’ papers in my mind, but the ink’s run dry (dry)
puffin’ on regret, watchin’ friendships turn to lies (lies)
the smoke clears, but the shadows linger ever long (long)
betrayal’s a whisper, but i’m hearin’ the song (song)

countin’ days in the ashtray, time’s a cruel friend (friend)
coughin’ on the truth, but the lies never end (end)
pacifist in the rearview, but them n+ggas wanna wage war (war)
trust is a gamble, but i’m not playin’ anymore (anymore)

inhale the doubt, n+gga, exhale the past (past)
fl!ck the remnants of hope, watch it vanish fast (fast)
these filters can’t save me, the taste is too bitter (bitter)
in the smoke, i see faces, but the real ones are withered (withered)

- tyler the creator lyrics

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