Earl Sweatshirt - Untitled (Santa Ana Observatory + FYF) lyrics

Put your hand on the case We was jumping the f** up like quicksand (? in my ways ?) Was always stuck [?] Then an ambulance came The first time [?] Los Angeles raised My b**h say the spliff take the soul from me And the clique tight -knit, it's like a 'lo rugby Beat the f**ing beat up like it stole from me You could talk to Clancy You need to feature a quote from me b**h, I'm off Delancey, our regal reach getting [?] Early running with n***as who co-running sh** (? The wind's like lotion ?), he get ‘em, he go rub ‘em in Critics pretend to get it, b**hes just don't f** with him I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother Just grab a gla** and pour some cold white wine And then the Colt .45, and then you know how I get it I'm toasting myself, and a toast to all my n***as And ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell And I gotta jot it quick, cause I can't focus so well