Guild
Earl Sweatshirt
Guild 歌詞
Produced by: RandomBlackDude
Said this a hit of liquid h****n
Marilyn Manson channeling
Panicking, spar with Anakin
til one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes
You aint gon live til you die
Intelligent ***** on my side
She ******** Im spitting habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet land
Got a swisher tucked in my headband
Front page news, Im young Jesus
Eating bagels with no cable on
Been ****ing hoes since when Mase was on
I hope that Based God hear my prayers
One day youre here, the next day youre gone
So me and Earl smoking **** on Jay Zs lawn
Some **** rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack
Dont hold back, no, feed your girl Cognac
Meet a *****, 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 ***** 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
('Thats a good movie!')
Moms love me cause Im so commercial
I * *** em raw cause I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Für Elise
Im Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules
Slap a ***** in the mouth if she curse at me ('Ow!')
I said Joshs beard is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the room its like God is here
Im at a prop shop in Montauk throwing tomohawks
At civilians...Im chilling
Im on the monitor *****
She taking it like a champ and Im proud of her, * ****
Im on the couch where that loud is burning
Im shouting, 'I dont **** with you' cause I dont
Never love a ho
But we could play doctor , ma, open wide for thermometer
Your cowgirls crotch riding with a clean, faded fro, lopsided
Tell the label that I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I dont know that ** ***
Bold-ass little ****in low-class villian
Whole van tinted, nope cant kill him
Its the Trashwang *****, thats whats up
Half pint of hope in that plastic cup
Real ***** from the start til the casket shut
Present his own case as a basket one
Present-day based *****, smack the judge
Riding with them same ****** ashin blunts
While that bass make his face like he mad or somethin
Slide in the safe, take the cash and run
Know that if he fake Im harrassin him
Took the big toe so they tagged the tongue
Out here stuntin like Im supposed to, dog
Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I holds menthol
Its Wolf Gang *****, like you know these paws
Living like its 62, spit and grip my genitals
My *****ll split the Swisher, my ****** split them residuals
Hey, its m*******a fields, pot growing
Blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop
Errand run and kill cop
****** know I feel not for em, stop ********, bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked open
Hey, its m*** ****a fields, pot growing
Blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop
Errand run and kill cop
****** know I feel not for em, stop ***** ***, bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked open...*****