Earl Sweatshirt — Huey lyrics

Lyrics

Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping I’m like «fuck» like quicksand in my ways
Always stuck & I’m stuck until an ambulance came
The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes
And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me And the clique tight-knit man, it’s like the 'lo rugby
Beat the fuckin beat like it stole from me You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature, or quote from me Bitch I’m off the lancy
I reek of reefer & show money
It’s Early running with niggas
Who cold running shit
The wins like lotion
He get it he go rub em in Critics pretend to get it And bitches just don’t fuck with him
I spent the day drinking & missing my grandmother
Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine
And a Colt 45 in it you know how I get it
I’m toasted myself and a toast to all my niggas
And there ain’t no time limit, I’m toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I can’t focus so well
And now, a formal introduction