Album Name

Doris (Explicit Ver.)

Artist

Earl Sweatshirt

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2013.08.21

Release Agency

Sony Music

Guild (Feat. Mac Miller) - Earl Sweatshirt
Said this a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling
panicking spar with Anakin
'til one of us leave in an
ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in
your eyes
You ain't gon' live 'til you die
Intelligent bitch on my side
She bitching I'm spitting
habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet land
Got a swisher tucked in my
headband
Front page news I'm young Jesus
Eating bagels with no cable on
Been fucking hoes since when
Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod hears my
prayers
One day you're here the next
day you're gone
So me and Earl smoking weed on
Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass
Tony Womack
Don't hold back no feed your
girl Cognac
Meet a bitch sleeping wit her
feverish diva chick
Met her off Twitter even
Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh broke down somewhere
in a Fisker
I could pull your bitch with a
whisper and diss her
Dumbass ho
She only dumb cause she love
that though
Somewhere getting high reading
Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through
and watch Adjustment Bureau
That's a good movie
Moms love me cause I'm so
commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause
I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach with a purple
fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Fur Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with
Hercules
Slap a bitch in the mouth if she
curse at me
I said Josh's beard is like Paul
Revere
When he walk in the room it's
like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk
throwing tomohawks
At civilians I'm chilling
I'm on the monitor nigga
She taking it like a champ
And I'm proud of her nigga
I'm on the couch where that loud
is burning
I'm shouting I don't fuck
with you
Cause I don't never love a ho
But we could play doctor ma
Open wide for thermometer
Your cowgirl's crotch riding
With a clean faded fro lopsided
Tell the label that I want a
white driver
And tell him give me space
I don't know that nigga
Bold ass little fuckin' low
class villian
Whole van tinted
nope can't kill him
It's the Trashwang nigga
that's what's up
Half pint of hope in that
plastic cup
Real nigga from the start 'til
the casket shut
Present his own case
as a basket one
Present day based nigga smack
the judge
Riding with them same niggas
ashin' blunts
While that bass make his face
like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe take the cash
and run
Know that if he fake I'm
harrassin' him
Took the big toe so they tagged
the tongue
Out here stuntin' like I'm
supposed to dog
Blowing more smoke than a broke
exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I hold
menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you
know these paws
Living like it's '62
Spit and grip my genitals
My bitch to split the swisher
My niggas split the residuals

Hey it's marijuana fields
Pot growing blaring Gil Scott
Heron while we pill pop
Errand run and kill cop
Niggas know I feel not
For 'em stop bitching bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked open
Hey it's marijuana fields
Pot growing blaring Gil Scott
Heron while we pill pop
Errand run and kill cop
Niggas know I feel not
For 'em stop bitching bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked open