Album Name

Doris (Explicit Ver.)

Artist

Earl Sweatshirt

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2013.08.21

Release Agency

Sony Music

Whoa (Feat. Tyler, The Creator) - Earl Sweatshirt
Nahh no nahh nahh fuck that
Niggas think cause you fucking
made Chum and got all
personal that niggas won't go
back to that old fucking 2010
shit about talking 'bout fucking
everything all No fuck that
nigga I got you Fuck that
Grab mittens who have to spit
blizzardous
Actually flick cigarette ash at
bitch niggas
Harassment ate nickels of hash
delay quick and then
Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to
taste venison
Still in the business of
smacking up little rappers with
Raquets you play tennis with
hated for bank lifting and
Spraying then hide away in the
shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and
filetted sentences
Advanced apathy smashing the
man cameras up
Tan khakis an antagonist
Dan dappered up
Vagabond had it since a Padawan
Rapping hot as fucking cattle
brands wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong momma and some
food beer tag along
Get a nice spanking
new Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the
bezzle stop dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of
metal tea kettle songs
Four deep in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus
canyon niggas know that it's the
G O L F dub A N G
G O L F dub A N G
50 K for the last check
But the Dollar Menu still be on
deck nigga it's the motherfuckin'
G O L F dub A N G
G O L F dub A N G
Yeah the misadventures of a
shit talker
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip
off his sixth lager
Known to sit and wash the sins
off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the
print off legit manga
Get it Like a blue pill
make ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your chin
from his wrist launcher
Chick chronic thrift shopper
thick like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and came straight
back like pigs' posture
Pen Naw probably written with
some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your
local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full
of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues more
food and some floozy women
Bruising gimmicks with the broom
he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens scoot 'em to a
ditch chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious do pretend like
he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and
twisted doobies full
of euphemisms
Stupid thought it up jot it quick
Thaw it out toss it right back
like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping
dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a
copper on some Flocka shit
Posing nigga try to disrespect
Get a fucking thunder to his
neck shout out to Nak cause
it's the
G O L F dub A N G
G O L F dub A N G
Looking bummy posted on the
block looking like I ain't make
A quarter million off of socks
nigga cause it's the
G O L F dub A N G
G O L F dub A N G