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

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