Earl Sweatshirt & Action Bronson - Warlord Leather

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[Earl Sweatshirt: ]
Dipped and writ his own ransom
Chest full of spliff told the bitch it was cancer
Hit the road for some months
For the fan in the front
Waking punched out
Screaming "whoa" with his hands up
The glorious bastard is back
In that hoodie like a vein that collapsed 'cause it's black
Sittin' shotty in the Mazda, back of a lap and his
Daddy lacked an answer, 'cause he never had one
Eyes all low on the counter what the grass done
Higher than the mass ton,
Five star telly, nice belly on the bad one
Heavy with the raps way 'cause a nigga chip 'em out
Be really what attract the bitches
Switchin' brackets with the taxes never actin' different
Boney nigga think he's thin, kind of baggy
With some niggas that be trappin', shippin' packages
Their cake is up.
Got my mama tripping like she jogging and her ankles touch,
Now I'm at the Waldorf stressin'
Fidget with the zipper on the Warlord Leather
Whisky with the spliff, because it goes more better
Why bench him if he's scoring under full court pressure.

[Action Bronson: ]
Put me in coach, put me in coach
I got this man I'm on fire tonight
Telling you!
Uh, your bitch pussy smells like Sway's hat
I'm like Swayze mixed with Sajak, in a straight jacket
Aim the iron at your facial bracket
You can't escape great magic
My mind make the fishes swim in strange patterns
Drift in the bay, Saturn
Switchblades, new face, get the face tatted
Inside my lungs look shattered
Hanging backwards off a ladder.
EBT card got my baby momma face on it
Big checks with my name on it, put my name on it
My face is on the pen, 'cause I'm a G
Looking for some other shit, send 'em down the streets
Can't even compute on how much I spent on then retreat
I spent up about a eleven thousand Yen just on the feet
Another twenty seven thousand Yen just for the heat
I play the guitar with my teeth.
Coach called him off the bench, told his ass to sit down
Motherfucker you were picked up in the sixth round!
Throw him in the tub that's filled with hot sauce,
I'm laid back, gettin' sucked, eatin' nachos.

You know it's me motherfucker, you know it's me
And it's me again.
Dinosaur legs in the building
Yo Gary, yo Gary turn that shit up I can't hear it motherfucker
Turn it up!

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