Earl Sweatshirt - Mo(u)rning Lyrics

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Mo(u)rning

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What Are The Lyrics For Mo(u)rning By Earl Sweatshirt?
Same time, hurdling what I had to
I learned to adapt, way better than I could plan She was eager to leave but it ain't me with my eyes damp Feet stampeding through mine shafts Canaries singing, the wire's tapped Offerings on the shrine, reclaiming my time like Aunt Max The water was all black, the moon fondling tides, man We painting the town red Allegiance is over-pronounced, stand down We was setting the mousetraps wouldn't believe who we found dead cleaning the house He was cheesy from back then, I see it now Speaking down to my demons Like big dogs, you a mouth breather in denial Sig Sauer, the heat seeker sittin' down with my lawyer for a brief meeting, laying all the pieces out I think I'd call it mourning, grief about twelve months I couldn't form a decent smile, chest heaving Death reeking in a pile Eventually I'll leave the house Now you see me, now you don't At the same time, hurdling what I had to I learned to adapt, way better than I could plan Now you need me, now I'm gone, pack my feelings up and go Plant the seedling of some hope Now you see me, now you don't At the same time, hurdling what I had to I learned to adapt, way better than I could plan Now you need me, now I'm gone Plant the feeling of some hope |
Who Wrote Mo(u)rning By Earl Sweatshirt?
Rob Mansel, Thebe Kgositsile
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What's The Duration Of The Mo(u)rning By Earl Sweatshirt?The duration of Mo(u)rning is 1:21 minutes and seconds. |
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