Earl Sweatshirt - Cool lyrics

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Earl Sweatshirt - Cool lyrics

On a dark night in the city Of broken eagles, they fly Play it cool Strumming the notes on the guitar While I'm rocking my leather Mercedez coat like the R in the cut Licking my wounds and soaking my scars Crib full of empty bottles of liquor, broken cigars On a table, going Ninja ? on the cable When that dance make my stance unstable Hem the bottom of my pants with staples I split 'em with symmetry like a bagel Play tic-tac-toe on your cheek with the razor cut up your facial Sprinkle the magic dust on the reefer Gutter creature, rap p**nographic snuff double feature I'm bubbling something up in the beaker The night creeper, motivational mic speaker Wallet ring like a Motorolla device beeper Light sleeper, leave em shook with a light seizure On a dark night in the city Of broken eagles, they fly No don't stress me Check my leather so ? don't test me Play it cool Play it cool Play it cool I got that sh** for him, I'm finna flush it to you It's nothing to you sending threats, I'm rushing to you Have the little homie run it to you, then run into you Like an intersection, and now you been intercepted I end a session when the weed's all gone Like a gardener, just working the hose on the lawn But I'm a king to a pawn on the chess board That stresses scores stuck in a square, just press 4 I'm sitting with the best, throwin' the game, picture the picture In the the same frame of mind, Tarantino official Couple cameras in the building, the body of work Mentally a work out, your brain, your body will hurt n***as neck broken and b**hes' bodies twerk I swear I get jobs every corner looking for work Black leather coat, let 'em know the boy is boss ? And any cars, don't never cross Don't never get involved Be the next mystery that's unsolved Good lord On a dark night in the city Of broken eagles, they fly No don't stress me Check my leather so ? don't test me Play it cool Play it cool Play it cool Play it cool Play it cool Play it cool I've been feeling old I got demons on my soul when I'm writing The beat play the role of a seat on a bike how I ride it My vices proposed to me nights when I'm trapped in this pain Ain't my wife when the light drizzle tap on the pain I'm inside with them When the sky clear up, still inside tripping You can see I ain't been sleeping in my eyes, n***a In the mirror throwing hands, I don't toss fights I'm heavyweight, get a load of these light n***as Looking washed online like light linen drying I'm through trying with n***as I'm gifted cause my eyes work in different And I be seeing straight through the skies as my n***a And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these b**hes And these guys what's the difference, I despise of 'em I dispose of 'em too, I'm a trashman You don't want trouble dude Dirt from the shovel on a low bubble Goose You a coyote f**ing with a roadrunner fool b**h, you know what it do

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