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Track: CRISCO
Artist: Earl Sweatshirt
Album: Live Laugh Love

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LYRICS

Yo
Check, check, check, check
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh

Gran Turismo
Hop out the fishbowl with a fistful of cash and a lit bogey
She don't turn tricks for me
I don't let her, but she would if I did, though
Name an instance of bullshit that I went for
Deep in the trench like a split stone
No pistol, just me and my wits
I'm who the scale tip for
Took control in the strip, making it get cold
It just snowed in your nigga nose
She dip lower than sinkholes, lo siento
Attention central, the promoters is pissed
My kicks on where you 'posed to sit
It get bold, give 'em an inch and then get ditched like ding-dong (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the porch with the clique, crisp like chicken and Crisco's
My nigga, I need all of my ends
Need all of us in

Them sections right there (All the girls)
Not them, definitely not them

I can't sit down until the bases rounded, impatient
Politicking with pagans, hated how I sounded, I'ma see you later
Made it safe and sound, my fingers seize the day of meeting solemn prayer, easy payment
To me, it beats making problems, brazen (Ready)
Brought the beef to the grazing oxen
Slice from the navel to the collarbone and drain the body
Train the mind, it made me solid
Traits of mine my baby got, can't trace to mama
Get these white girls out my home like Babyfather
Things I thought would shake me to my core just made me hotter, sacred knowledge
Eight of cups, it's time to change his stinky diapers
Looking north, it's a trail to follow, can't get lost
I'm staying shining for those I come across
The ones we lost and all the ones behind me
Pops was kinda janky, his replacement beat the failure out me
Made me violent, hated fighting
I know I can't take no loss, my anger bottled
Mama say, "His face ain't look like yours"
It's on the floor, go out and scrape him off it
Mop him like a chore, it ain't no way around it
They knew nigga was off when I was staying silent and stayed inside
I'm saying sorry for the pain I caused
God know my heart and that I'm out here tryna change the course, I'm working on it
Peeling layers off, in the lab sauced, kinda

You know what I'm sayin'? Halfway
We're halfway there, halfway there
You know what I meant, though
Eventful, on mentals
Ten, tenfolds
Look
True, it's simple
We out