Exhaust
Earl Sweatshirt
2:30the heavy measure did em in the message couldnt be missed the head was on a stick where it belonged my february never ends it isnt long that pinch of salt ya mix threw ya biscuits off im on my off foot i pick apart the defense with the triple cross silver hearts a spliff for ya scars jog my memory, what isnt ours? slivers of God ad infinituum i gather u didnt hunt at all, we circle in like hawks all them niggas lunch took time off i aint know niggas still would suck permafrost pimpin protocol ice cold like andre benjamin im playin bae im still in love with u lets get in the tub jaws aint big enough for all what you bit off ill keep the key to ur heart for incidentals tunnel vision stuck like barnacles on whats proppin the big picture up stick along for the ride long enough we ending up fine for once finally fuck the heavy measure did em in the message couldnt be missed the head was on a stick where it belonged my february never ends