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EARL SWEATSHIRT FT.MAC MILLER lyrics : "Guild"

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Said this a hit of liquid !@(%
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 gone' live till you die

Intelligent (*##$ on my side
She (*##$ing 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 $#&@ing 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 $$#, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, or feed your girl Cognac,

Meet a (*##$, feverish, keep a chick,
Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a list,
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker

I could pull your (*##$ 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
Moms love me cause I'm so commercial

I $#&@ 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 (*##$ 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 chillin


[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I'm on the monitor ^!$$%

She taking it like a champ
And I'm proud of her ^!$$%
I'm on the couch where that loud is burning

I'm shouting, "I don't $#&@ with you"
Cause I don't, never love a ho
But we could play doctor, ma

Open wide for the thermometer
Your cow girl'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 ^!$$%
Bold $$# little $#&@in' low class villian

Whole van tinted, nope can't kill him
It's the Trashwang ^!$$%, that's what's up
Half pint of the hope in that plastic cup

Real ^!$$% from the start till the casket shut
Present his own case as a basket one
Present-day based ^!$$%, smack the judge

Riding with them same ^!$$%s 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 in the dark
It's Wolf Gang (*##$ like you know these paws

Living like it's '62
Spit and grip my genitals
My (*##$ to split the swisher

My ^!$$%s split the residuals

[Outro x2]

Aye, !@!@&& fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott
Heron while we pill pop

Errand run and kill cop
^!$$%s know I feel not
For 'em, stop (*##$ing
Stare and get that grill knocked
Open

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