Earl Sweatshirt - The Mint (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Earl Sweatshirt - The Mint (en) Lyrics
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Yup, yup, that's right
I'm runnin' things, I'm runnin' things
Hold me down, hold me up
Hold me close 'cause my times is up
Show they true colors, don't
know who to trust
Mind workin' like the
water when it rush
Growin' from my father,
bitter to his touch
Now I'm solely honor, livin' is a must
All this for my momma 'til I'm dust
God gon' deal the karma, lost my trust
Sayin' "Every man know many men"
Got me in a jam, I be in my feelings
On the other hand, I
just need a moment
Offer my condolence, smokin'
'til the mornin'
Brodie on the corner with
a piece on his hip
Give a warning 'fore you
blow it in the sky
Tiptoein' over mortar and the brick
Bumpin' shoulders with
the devil in disguise
Shoulder-level water on the rise
Twist, 40s in the morning
in the winter
I heard you got your sauce
at the Enterprise
Evidently, it was rented but it's mine
Evidently, it was written like Nas
I was in the kitchen with
that nigga Mike
Gotta listen when I tell
ya simmer down
Two years I've been missin',
livin' life
You was wildin', every day was trash
Crackers pilin' in to rape the land
Early morning, wash my swollen hands
Hit the showers, cleanse
my soul and crash
Tiptoein' over glass, brodie go
too fast, told him slow up
Know I use too much of
everything at hand
Except the difference is
now I control it, I be
In the crib and in the moment,
stuck sippin' out the flask
Feet up on the dash, I hit the
spliff but don't promote it
Under overpass, no cap
Sand fallin' out the hourglass
Grand total, it's a whole lotta raps
Quicksand, scramblin' outta that
Go behind the back, switch hands
The fare's high, niggas
know they outta wack
Sterilize your clique, paralyze
maritime niggas when
Every time Wavy Don tappin' in
Savion Glover caught a couple Ls
Took 'em to the neck, motherfucker
Lotta blood to let, peace
to make, fuck a check
lotta blood to let, peace to
make, give a fuck about a check
Lotta blood to let, peace to make,
give a fuck about a check
lotta blood to let, peace
to make, give a fuck about a-
Nigga, ay, ay, ay, ay
maybe
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