Earl Sweatshirt — Hat Trick CDQ

[Verse] Give until I can't give I lend a hand if it's needed But these stabs got me bleeding out my back, kid Uh, keep it on the fumble, we could sack shit Hat trick, we considered Mulligan's for that shit The proof is in the pudding and the pamphlets The sewer and the mattress, stupid nigga, you could get it Uh, only thing certain is these taxes Burn me when the journey ends Clergyman, turn me into ashes I move surgically, with new sermons for the masses We too purpose for the scraps What the verdict read, is that courtesy of shit circumstances The earth is my turf but the hearse like a magnet I'll be outside in some handcuffs, I'll be outside in the dirt, uh Gentrifies, got your turf getting hacked up Late nights, thinking 'bout who lied to me first Graveyard energy, I'm tied to the job Strictly based off principle My inner jit grinnin', but my face all twisted It's the artist at work Greyhound tickets and some haze on my missus No, it make no sense to keep my heart on my shirt But when the rain storm's vicious, spend the day blowing, drinking Trying to harvest the hurt, but it make no difference