Listen to Grief song with lyrics from Earl Sweatshirt

Grief

Earl Sweatshirt19 Mar 2015

Grief Lyrics

Grief (悲伤) (Explicit) - Earl Sweatshirt

Alright

 

Good grief I been reaping what I sow

 

Ni**a 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 ni**a

I don't act hard I'm a hard act to follow ni**a

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 f**k pardon me for going into details

3-7-6 was a brothel

We had females come in every hour on the dot

And the sh*t 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

Feeling 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' sh*t

Cut the grass off the surface

Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent ni**a sh*t

 

B**ch

 

Good grief I been reaping what I sow

 

Ni**a 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 ni**a

I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash

 

For the moment high as f**k

I've been alone in my sh*t 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 iron 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