Earl Sweatshirt Type Beat lyrics

[Intro: Mick Jenkins + sample]

Uh

I still fuck with type-beats off—

"Let that shit breathe right there, man

I want people to think about that shit for a second

Mick Jenkins—give that man a round of applause—"

[Verse]

Uh

I still fuck with type-beats off YouTube

Like, fuck the who's who

Of producers that you used to

May think I'm loco

Every L just start a lesson, blessings by the bookoo

Common sense just not that common, cop the Gucci Coco

Common projects from the projects to that luxury lame shit

Just a fancy high rise man, its really the same shit

I'm ducked off the pills and speaking Spanglish

We don't wave no banners star spangled, there's too much anguish

In recent history, no mystery here

Bring the froggy feelings, fuck a foggy memory

I'm Mister be clear, as crystal

Even my momma copped a pistol

I need the shotty, through your body

Like a chill, we don't know no chill

Uppercuts to your grill on my George Foreman

Animals with me like I'm George Orwell

You been forewarned boy, I'm brainstorming

I'm up late, no James Corden, no camcorders

They never see you when you work this hard

They always see you, when you don't work enough

I play my cards, let you work the bluff

I Curtis Snow’d-ed those curtains up

The show is live

These sad boys got y'all perkin' up

I'm getting sicker can't you see me coughin' verses up

Only a few games until my flu game

Six figures in a hole, I was Saddam Hussein

This time last year back in the black

And now I stack, rinse, and repeat

Ain't missed a beat

Huh

Might miss a few meals to cook up some heat

You know how it be

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Or More; The Frustation (2018)