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[Earl Sweatshirt:]Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, manlike a damn... rapperAh man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damnIn '09, we were still on the bus, niggaBefore Nak was deluxe, when I didn't have a brushWhen there still wasn't hoes tryna fuck with me'Fore I cleaned up a bit like it's company comin'I ain't know we was on the cusp of the moneyTryna get a few bucks under custodyAnd my twin brothers was all Syd's brothersSo my kin gully and my skin toughenedThick lens coverin' my eyes nowThey ain't bright, nigga, I'm just high nowAnd if this a different way to clear my mind outI need to find out, I'm doin' fine nowAnd I don't look as stupid when I talk nowAnd everybody at the show look astoundedPosted up drowsyIn the cut so much that it's pus 'round meCatch him in the daytime or dusk hoursSmokin' out the pound, houndin' mutts out itIf your tucks lousy then you can't sit with us (Nah)Can't call it harsh livin' when the marginBetween you and all these fuck niggas is about as large as it getsAnd you workin', givin' arm and a legSay he workin' but he just talkin' 'cause he ain't workin'Like a long-distance bitchWho you know that's out that's harder than this?Chargin' niggas like a Tomlison win, niggaSlight frown on the brow on the brim, color brownRunnin' wild on the route that was pickedWhen the clouds were enshroudedI'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again[Mac Miller:]I could drown you with a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulYou are drinkin' from a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulDrugs got me feelin' like Vigo CarpathianJust look at the state he's in, yo, yoThe most critically acclaimed, slang contortionistThat ain't suckin' corporate dickSaid it with my balls in gripOther hand got a cork to hitAll this Ralph be the sportsmanshipWalked in and said I needed all the chipsAs well as the one on my shoulderFeel like my heart got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odorCops still lockin' niggas up for quotasBrain still numb from the shit in the soda, soA generation lostFacin' a Paul Allen in vacant loftWarrants bein' filed for the cases foughtAnd them drugs get obtained by debatin' costYou ain't Superman when that cape is offJust Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-riseTryna see the bright side of lifeAnd a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark pictureIt's like hard liquor, and see people are booksSo you judge a ma'fucker by the first pageAnd a bitch by the back coverThe crime is long-sleeved, so the tats coveredReal ones, I'm the last brother, when they see me on stageThey said my shit was so insaneIt was like Cobain did his last numberMotherfucker[Mac Miller:]I could drown you with a shallow soulShallow soul, shallow soulYou are drinkin' from a shallow soul (Yeah)Shallow soul (Um) , shallow soul (Yeah)Yeah, wellIsn't he dizzy off the ups and downsHe got a lil' Whitney, put it in a blunt for now (Smoke)Shit was s'posed to get me highWhy the fuck I wanna die now? (Damn,) and I'mStrung out on this dusty couchIn a big white ugly house, I tell the bitch, "Slow down(Down) Stop runnin' your mouthYou holdin' my money, just shut up and count, " my (Woo) (Count my)Right nostril hasn't worked in a weekPlus the plug got work, like he servin' for a sheikMe, I'm swervin' in a JeepBurnin' weed, doin' circles in the street (Skrrt,) yellin'"Play my shit or wake the baby up! " (Wake up)I get her faded, put it back in her labiaAll my life I've been afraid of powderAll my life I've been afraid of power, where did all that go?The wrong decision always call my phone (Okay)Last supper I was fuckin' with the Corleones (Uh-huh)I need somethin' stronger than a cortisoneThat can save me from the war I knowShout out to Soulo (Soul!) , and rest in peace Alori JohThe devil on the other side of this glory hole (Whoa)Any time, any place, you can bet I'ma eat'Cause my hand on the fork and the fork in the road(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)Whoa, look at all these new facesI see, I see, I seeThey comin' on a plane but they're leavin' their suitcasesBeen a criminal before scales were digitalUsed the put the weed in the sole of my blue Asics (Whoa) ( [?] )Hate myself, fuck the strangers (Woo)But the raps are just way too flagrant, soHere I go (Here I go)Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Hail Mary(Whoa) ( [?] ) I've never been religiousBut I feel like the scripture's got it all thereIt's not just gypsies and fairies (Fairies,)this could be my last breath(Last breath) I'ma take my time(Wait a second, please)'Cause I'ma go out the same way I came inRight by the pussy with nothin' on my mindYou are standing in a shallow soulYou are speaking with a shallow soulShallow soulI could drown you with a shallow soulTell me why I'm so lonelyShallow soul, shallow soulYou are drinking from a shallow soulTell myself I'm freeShallow soul, shallow soulYou are standing in a shallow soul[Bill Murray as Hunter S. Thompson:]"Uh, I've been without sleep for 80 hoursso I'm beyond simple fatigue. "
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