[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
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Look for me
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Lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
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High up until the world end, doing 85 in my ride
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And these niggas hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
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I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these niggas like a tyrant
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Damn, Doms, it don't even seem like you trying
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Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond
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I know these niggas is finding my progression so uncommon
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The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying
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Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode
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Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows
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My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro
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Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
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Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't know
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Still trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho
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[Bridge: Earl Sweatshirt]
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Doms
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Doms
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[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
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Doms, why they ripping through the packaging to grab the shit?
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Shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
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New Patterns, and patty-caking with mannequins
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Cause I don't like my fucking homies dip, bruh, they all
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Jaw-slacking, all of 'em awe struck
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And I ain't got shit but a pretty bitch and cigar tucks
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Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
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I swear these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's
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Prior to arriving to the studio
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Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady
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Where you headed with that shit?
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And can a real nigga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
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Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
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Chef and fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment
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Run until my foot achy, running 'till my foot aching
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Full-grown tear type, Ferragamo do-rag
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With my nigga Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
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Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking toucan
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20 minutes, burn a fucking quarter back to two grams
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But I'm a dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass
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20 Wave Caps
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| Earl Sweatshirt |
