Cold Summers - Earl Sweatshirt.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Thebe Kgositsile/Emmanuel Baloka/Willy n'For/Jimmy Stormy
[00:00.064] 作曲 : Thebe Kgositsile/Emmanuel Baloka/Willy n'For/Jimmy Stormy
[00:00.129][Intro]
[00:02.881]We roam tundras
[00:04.216][Verse]
[00:05.109]The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin'
[00:08.465]Trunk full of old hunnids
[00:09.682]Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it
[00:12.615]Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport, I chose substances
[00:15.842]No cuddles, the bases is all covered
[00:18.439]Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'
[00:20.596]Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins
[00:22.955]B***h, it's on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor
[00:26.079]We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin'
[00:28.879]Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers
[00:31.332]Some of those keep one in the chamber
[00:33.421]Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, b***h
[00:37.347]Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up
[00:40.041]Really, I'm just makin' sure my promise is kept
[00:42.835]Chuck a duece if you know it's the end
[00:44.984]Kept the truth in my palm and my chest
[00:47.280]See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck
[00:49.966]We got the juice, mother****ers corny as shit
[00:51.960]We on the loose, mother****ers know what it is
[00:54.224]We makin' moves, mother****ers corny as shit
[00:57.126]We got the juice, mother****ers know what it is
[01:00.266]Yeah
[01:00.987][Outro]
[01:02.162]It is night and like the others I clean my weapons
[01:04.493]It is all so familiar

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作词 : Thebe Kgositsile/Emmanuel Baloka/Willy n'For/Jimmy Stormy
作曲 : Thebe Kgositsile/Emmanuel Baloka/Willy n'For/Jimmy Stormy
We roam tundras
The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin'
Trunk full of old hunnids
Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it
Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport, I chose substances
No cuddles, the bases is all covered
Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'
Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins
B***h, it's on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor
We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin'
Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers
Some of those keep one in the chamber
Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, b***h
Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up
Really, I'm just makin' sure my promise is kept
Chuck a duece if you know it's the end
Kept the truth in my palm and my chest
See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck
We got the juice, mother****ers corny as shit
We on the loose, mother****ers know what it is
We makin' moves, mother****ers corny as shit
We got the juice, mother****ers know what it is
Yeah
It is night and like the others I clean my weapons
It is all so familiar