[Sample]
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You'll still never know
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[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
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Sly's been first, man
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Y'all forever last I'm forever everlastin'
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Mashing on the gas bypassing all the has-beens
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In that sense I'm that shit in that scents
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Inhale it, breathe it, embrace it
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Crepes is not as flat as you natives of fake is
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So I take this and shine and provide illumination
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But niggas stay in the dark and I'm startin' to get impatient
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15 is the age of the teenager
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Roamin' with a mind full of gold, no pager
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A circle of squares is what shaped us
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Until it's sussed feel free to hate us
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Unchained, untamed, fast lanin', fat chainin'
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Throw 'em on a playlist labeled as the greatest
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Unleaded premium, large not medium
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Say cheese, bitches bodies seize upon meeting us, man
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[Verse 2: Gruzen]
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This is what I do, I infect hope
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And inspire folk by painting pictures with the better view
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My soul is weather proof, my mind can shape shift
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Divine greatness runs in bloodlines still ancient
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Expansive universes embedded in ours
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Reflected in stars, I shine with the breath in my heart
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That's why my flows complete, it's flawed
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Get raw energy, exposed for the whole globe to see
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Yeah you know it's me, I'm back at it again
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Elevating the bar, haters will never get in
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This is a sacred place, where we embrace creation
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Through landscape, shape and painted in a vacant space
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[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]
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They asked us to stop playing so rough outta courtesy
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And if I were to stay in my lane, I swerve purposely
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I spit fire, burns in the third degree
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Every line is turpentine to these herb serpentines
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Snakes in the grass, for all you dumbasses
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Fair fax bastards, rockin' nerd glasses
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I dominate, y'all denominate fractions
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I relapse back to spittin' crack like chapped lips
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Chasin' pavements 'til the day of amazin' payment
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Success is the fragrance on my Bathin' Ape apron
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Pull your face up out your anus and face this
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Darth invade your playlist, you cannot evade this
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Closed case, you're makeshift, I make hits
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You make shit, you crave this, this greatness
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You can't attain us like bad grades for Asians
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I'm grade A list, lick the speaker, you could taste it
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Fuck Your Compression
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| Earl Sweatshirt |
