Grief Lyrics - I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside - Earl Sweatshirt

Good grief, I been reaping what I sow 

nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute 

I been living what I wrote 

And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas 

Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look 

Miss me at the precinct getting booked 

Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks 

Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga 

I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga 

Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen 

Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission 

Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction 

When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it 

Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details 

3-7-6 was a brothel 

We had females come in every hour on the dot 

And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock 

Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts 

Lately I've been panicking a lot 

Feelin' like I'm stranded in a mob 

Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop 

Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job 

Time damaging my ties 

Who turn to get up? Get 

Dude turned to dinner quick 

You circus niggas, you turning into tricks 

I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em 

Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit 

Cut the grass off the surface 

Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent nigga shit 

bitch 

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I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash 

For the moment, high as fuck 

I've been alone in my shit for the longest 

Snakes sliding in the street 

Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them 

Pigs, riding in 'em 

I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em 

If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him 

There's no time for that 

Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar 

When you eyeing that 

Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle 

I'mma wallow when I lie in that 

I just want my time and my mind intact 

When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back 

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