Earl Sweatshirt - EL TORO COMBO MEAL feat. Mavi (Lyric Video)

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"EL TORO COMBO MEAL" Lyrics:

MAVI: Lost my dawg to staircase Took the highest spot on the podium Ghosting niggas prolly smokin to thought of knowing us They loss a part of growing up Spurned us learned I had to keep a wedge to get out of the rough Fuse is clipped for nuisance disrespect cause we carried enough I promised I’d bury the grudge Preparing carrion grub Larry Oops I was lost in the alley in the air but not sunk spin till loss of my grandma had buried the dunk Send bout a prayer a month through the above Niggas moody but imbued with the funk Bigger shit to do than play with food this rhyming rubiks for fun

I do what I want and rue what it was later A looter as such confusingly up w paper Ima shooting ones w the judge if he sentence my nigga I been w him muzzled is from the cradle So we going to the grave w this shit If we join the second line The ancestor’s a hand us a drum to load the second time Something scary bout airing out all of the shit I compressed The fare getting fairer now the cost is a arm leg An arm leg and a head In all bread The conquest for text I’m pawning the rest My bompton patna spawn when donning the red I’m all on they neck Till My car park is pardoning French Spar with a few niggas sparking at the larger percent What’s the alternate when losses come as often as wins And imposter clique thick Don’t got a job I only ball off pick six fraught with friction in July we had shit lit as Christmas Hollins been sensed niggas was lying but we ain’t gon mention Boo hit the stu and started sweating told her it’s kitchen You knew the rules We knew how to shoot the loopholes jugo beaucoup loot And my kin n nem got the cannon you gon juke or boogaloo I been spinning around the answer Nondefinitive I just crammed it Outward gifted inward feel damned I took my lumps the bruises grooves

What the fuck are you to do

EARL: every time a nigga didnt spot me, i had to figure out my own thing now we at the precipice dropping/ Harry Potter wit the Dumb D’s, magic hands nigga What Cheese? Had a chance, didn’t crush me/ we gon get it by our own means Rest In Peace in 2 my Ras G, Raw Fruit in the box seats/ Let go then i got wings, seeing red imma charge/ you seeing red cause you salty, I keep the tears out my mind reach/ Put my fears in a box like a prayer that they won’t read/ spirited away the whole thing/ Here in the way i won’t leave, seen you steering into old beefs ticketbooths where they toll me/ thickets, thorns on the roses/ pistons roaring like im rasheed pistons roaring like im ben wallace/ pistons roaring like chauncey, bill up somethin cuz i been driving/ every time a nigga didn’t spot me i had to figure out my own thing now we at the precipice dropping