Letra Awkward Face - Earl Sweatshirt
Trippy hippy (Hippy)
I don't know, dawgs (Nah)
Da$H and Vyron (I'm stupid, bro)
That's my homeboys (Homeboys)
You's a trippy hippy (Uh, huh)
I don't know, dawg (No, dawgs)
Do my bitch dirty (Oh yeah)
Like a lone shark (Okay)
Half the niggas you know put cap in it
And the game is my son, I'm the daddy
I'm swattin' them fuckin' finger rolls (No, no, no)
Hit up Spiff for the give-and-go
Good before the shit hits the hole (Pause)
Buddy, I'ma great look
Nigga, it's the swamp, but most of young niggas weight push
Like they in the yard doggin'
Backwood on my lip, hoodie blacker than all my forefathers
You could catch me on an interlude or an interview lookin' bored
Awkward face, chopped and screwed, 'cause I hate the stench when a whore talkin'
It's the ni*** with quick wit that the kids in the hall doubted
Never had time for bitches, too busy denyin' counselin'
Thorough niggas only ones worth it to ride out with
Pussy ni***, get your blouse stitched
How's this for starters? (Lit)
Lit 'til the law get 'em
Call the pallbearers in
Watch 'em fall to the beat (Get 'em all at attention)
I ain't honorin' shit
But my mom in some colds and the obvious shit
And my dawgs in the beats and we cloggin' your row
Of your block or your street and your blog and your feed
I bet you wish you could hit the reef, bitch