Guild chords by Earl Sweatshirt, Mac Miller
Verse 1
Am
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G
Am
Said this a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking,
spar with Anakin
'Til one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in
your eyes
E
G
You ain't gon' live 'til you die
Am
Intelligent bitch on my side
She bitching I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet land
Got a swisher tucked in my headband
Am
Front page news, I'm young Jesus
Eating bagels with no cable on
Been fucking hoes since when
Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod hears my
prayers
One day you're here, the next
day you're gone
So me and Earl smoking weed
on Jay- Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho
ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no,
feed your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish,
diva chick
Met her off Twitter even Schindler
keeps a list
Pittsburgh,
broke down somewhere in a Fisker
I could pull your bitch with a whisper
and diss her
Dumbass ho
She only dumb cause she love that
though
Somewhere getting high reading
Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and watch
Adjustment Bureau
("That's a good movie!")
Moms love me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause
I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules
Slap a bitch in the mouth
if she curse at me
I said Josh's beard is like
Paul Revere
When he walk in the room it's
like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk
throwing tomohawks
G
Am
At civilians I'm chilling
Verse 2
Am
G
Am
I'm on the monitor nigga
She taking it like a champ
And I'm proud of her nigga
Am
I'm on the couch where that
loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't fuck with you"
G
Cause I don't, never love a ho
F
G
But we could play doctor, ma
Am
Open wide for thermometer
Your cowgirl's crotch riding
With a clean, faded fro, lopsided
Tell the label that I want a white driver
And tell him give me space,
I don't know that nigga
G
Am
Bold ass little fuckin' low class villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't kill him
E
It's the Trashwang nigga,
G
Am
that's what's up
Half pint of hope in that plastic cup
Real nigga from the start
'til the casket shut
Present his own case as a basket one
Present- day based
nigga, smack the judge
Riding with them same niggas
ashin' blunts
While that bass make his face
like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe,
take the cash and run
G
Know that if he fake
Am
I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so
they tagged the tongue
Out here stuntin' like
I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more smoke
than a broke exhaust
Am
Pipe only spirit that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch
like you know these paws
Living like it's '62
Spit and grip my genitals
My bitch to split the swisher
My niggas split the residuals
G
Am
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Verse 3
Am
G
Hey, it's marijuana fields
Am
G
Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott
Am
Heron while we pill pop
G
Errand run and kill cop
Niggas know I feel not
Am
G
For 'em, stop bitching, bruh
Am
G
Stare and get that grill knocked open
Verse 4
Hey, it's marijuana fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott
Am
Heron while we pill pop
G
Errand run and kill cop
Niggas know I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching, bruh
Am
Stare and get that grill knocked
G
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Outro 1
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Guild
Earl Sweatshirt, Mac Miller
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