Get’n Drunk lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Eh, this is where I turn up
I sin and break down the mary jane and then I burn her
She ain't nothing but a ho, pass it to my left, Turner
Domo hit the roach and got sentence for murder
Ha-ha, I just laugh like a n*gga fresh out
I'm glad to be out, now a motherf*cker can eat out
Laying in a cell make a n*gga want to breach out
Family outside the gates hoping to connect and reach out
? seas at a beach house, how to sound through a collect call
Paid my ? dues, man you can collect all
And it's coming from children who walk through project halls
Hallowed through lifes course without the present chances of a wise choice
Why we carry them nines, boy?
Why we hitting out wives, boy?
We ruining our lives, boy
The truth beneath them lies, boy
I take everything for this
Lucky I can pay for it or somebody else will
I had arranged for it or somebody else will
It ain't the liquor on my breath, chill
It's how a n*gga in the flesh feel
Pop a bottle for the people like me
Young with a lot of ambition and angry
Can't a n*gga change me like a plain tee
I'm the n*gga you can't see, I'm on the plane, see?
[Hook: Hodgy Beats]
We'll be in the club (Ah)
n*gga catch me on the block (Oh)
Fairfax and Oakwood rolling up (Oh)
Sipping on the finest alcohol (Oh)
I'm grown enough, I'm grown enough (Uh)
Pour me up b*tch, pour me up (Mellow high!)
I'm getting drunk 'til I pass out
I'm getting drunk 'til I pass out

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
f*ck all you n*ggas and you hating hoes
Under the influence, b*tch, and I'mma stay below
Let you wanna see the future, said it take too long
I'm right here motherf*cker what you waiting on
Can't give a f*ck, take dreams and reality and mix them up
Can't no n*gga rattle me I'm mint as f*ck
'Til they take the soul out of my I'm getting bucks
You little senseless f*ck
Roll me up and get medicated
f*cked your b*tch now I'm meditating
I make a brain storm that's a ?
I'm a n*gga on his way if that's any indication
Back when n*ggas ain't have sh*t
I used to have dreams of being mad rich
Wouldn't give up all these materials
f*cking investments when all my cash spent
f*ck your thoughts, keep them to yourself
Your two cents never seemed to make me sh*t
Stay getting blazed, I remain in my phase
n*gga stay in your lanes while I make these hits
Ahh, Mellow High X3

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