Sasquatch Lyrics - Doris - Earl Sweatshirt

After filling my reputation of? 

Soar to Taco Bell and ordered some gorditas 

Wanted four more, ordered them and then eat em 

Then head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics 

Fantastic, I backflip on this beat B 

Cause we running shit like the Dingleberry's on 4G 

This flow colder than Papa Joe's or Domino's 

Fuck it, whatever 

Trashwang scratched inside the knucks 

Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit that up 

Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck 

Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk 

Move over the microwave and the cannabis 

Try to take the van and the whole band to Canada 

Fuck the block news and the venues, they can't handle us 

They can't stand us including fruits that Frank's channeling 

The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers 

But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is 

Man I suck now, I'm not still dope 

But Chris and Rihanna fuckin again so there's still hope 

Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's hair 

Y'all barely breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair 

Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare 

Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child 

I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile 

It's Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but 

That's just all the sherm I was burning a little while ago 

Don't let me get hold of that rifle 

Shout my nigga Sage Elssester and Shaun Pablo 

Surround by them niggas that skate with a sick style 

And some freckled bitches with giant peaches that's vile 

They never did catch that rhino 

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Squadron full of some lost souls 

Sergeant of all that's odd in men not just nolly the pothole 

Non-cooperative with his momma's wishes for college 

And coppers label, the problems is paying for Damianos 

So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the fox holes 

More Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco 

Hopped right off the seventh and stumbled into some Vatos 

Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted it off and then walked home 

Shit, it's like six PM and his temper throbbing 

Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription Oxy's 

Logo in the boxes, all my niggas hostile 

Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines 

Bitches augmented and stupid as the group is 

Only slightly ripe but sice to get a pussy nigga tooth chin 

Any stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a rude Crips 

Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips 

See, Lionel bought with Leonardo on a weekend now 

And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second season now 

Small fry got 'em seasons salty 

Weed and coffee, ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing 

From a different breed of doggy 

From a different seed and cloth, and teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang, nigga 

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