Earl Sweatshirt - Huey lyrics

Foot and hand on the gates We was jumping, oh f**, I'm like quicksand in my ways Was always stuck and I'm stuck until an ambulance came The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes And my b**h say the spliff take the soul from me And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby Beat the f**in' beat up like it stole from me You can talk to Clancy you need a feature, or quote from me I'm off the lancy, I reek of reefer and show money It's Early running with n***as, who cold running sh** The wins like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em in Critics pretend to get it and b**hes just don't f** with him I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother Just grab a gla** and pour up some cold white wine And a Colt 45 in it, you know how I get it I'm toasted myself and a toast to all my n***as And there ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell And I gotta jot it quick 'cause I can't focus so well And now, a formal introduction