Earl Sweatshirt - 45 lyrics

[Verse 1] Open up the case on 'em, set his own pace Peeped the rats, wasn't racing with 'em Made it out the maze Haze with the stanky odor simmer down my brain When I can't control it n***a, where your chips, you should bet 'em on him Call the vet he barkin', hear him and the mess he started n***a they keep an eye on me, I am not a child artist I raise the bar and hit a chin-up for a while on it Like a long ride, my n***as up for it My b**h is down for me cause I stay a buck-fifty Angel City drought time, why the f** I'm up fifty Playing like I'm down five, they can't really f** with me Let a n***a sizzle in the pan if he wanna Los Angeles area annual summer, we burning under it Learn from taking chances and fumbling n***a I was taught to take your rations and guzzle 'em, b**h