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Correct Hat Trick Lyrics
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Earl Sweatshirt
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Correct Hat Trick
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Uh, uh Give until I can't give I lend a hand if it's needed But these stabs got me bleeding out my back, kid Keep it on the fumble, we could sack shit Hat trick, we consider 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 Get it, only thing certain was the taxes Burn me when the journey ends Clergyman, turn me into ashes I move surgically, new sermon for the masses We too purpose for the scrap 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, might be outside in the dirt, uh Gentrified, got your turf getting hacked up Late nights, thinking 'bout who lied to me first Grave, ooh, hoo, hoo, fuck it Run me back, nigga (fuck it) Yeah, that shit is hard, we gotta run it back (run me back, nigga) Detroit, make some noise for human error I said that I give until I can't give I lend a hand if it's needed But these stabs got me bleeding out my back, kid 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 Get it, 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, might be outside in the dirt, uh Gentrified, got your turf getting hacked up Late nights, thinking 'bout who lied to me first Graveyard energy, tied to the job Based off principle, my energy Grinning but my face all twisted It's the artist at work Greyhound tickets and some haze on my missus Though, it make no sense, I keep a heart on my shirt When the rain storm's vicious, spend the day blowing, drinking Trying to harvest the hurt, but it make no difference God damn
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