Artist: MellowHype f/ Earl Sweatshirt
Album:  Numbers
Song:   P2
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Hodgy Beats]
We was kids when we first met, I can't forget
When we met, I took a breath, I recollect we took a step
Together, unison, I was a bad boy a hooligan
Now Juniorin, I'm full of sin
Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent
'Bout deliberate relations cause she know a nigga ignorant
Like bullseye, I grew with the wind
And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened
Just friends - or belligerent enemies sendin false energy 
The belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree
Life's a bitch in the seventies, to the third degree
And I ain't got a job, but shit it works for me
She love the fact that I live drivin on the edge purposely
Money ain't for degree, but it's worth a C
I go blind for that little light of mine
Keep excited ma, and I'ma let it shine

[Chorus: Hodgy Beats]
Even though we have our own problems and differences
I still fuck, wit'chu
Even though we had our own fallouts, we pitchin fits
I still fuck, wit'chu

[Hodgy Beats]
I was never a motherfucker to want beef
Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets
Yeah I sold drugs - nigga, what heat?
Yeah I stole shit, sold it in the streets, I'm a go getter
Never jealous of a nigga
Gotta stack my money steal another nigga figures
I don't need a fuckin chain, bitch I'm here to gain that
Bitch I need a fuckin rang, but not for no dame that
We all call this here a game cause we in it for the same
In it for the funds, throw up little ones
Listen to the drums smoke inside your lungs
Get a little drunk, got your bitch speakin tounges
Have a little offspring and be able to support it
Knownin if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted
Work now, play now, a nigga runnin offense
Bitch I'm in +Miami+ and I'm swimmin with the +Dolphins+

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Earl Sweatshirt]
I don't like goin sober to the hospital
Shit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it
So I'm out front parked in a car with a
few of my niggaz hard gettin foggy yeah
Last year I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was
So now I'm often buzzed in the apartment bummin
Looking for new cords and a larger nugget
I'm the stars above me when I spark and tug this
Far from hard, but I'ma snarl in public
Cause we large in numbers, +Trash Wang+
+Wolf Gang+ we the clique, not a stain on me hoe
Not a fray in a knit, in the car with the work
Now, real nigga quiet while the talkin occurs
Feel like I'm flyin when I'm off from the herb
Fuck 'em all, let the army disperse
Know the swamp lay 'em all in the dirt
Had to stop, reassess some agendas
Tad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic
Maybe head up, sendin threats to your henchmen
We the best period, the end of the sentence
Roughneck puttin paws to the pavement
Lane switch, I'ma blow haze 'til I can't think
Shrink told me I should learn how to pace this
Big homey told me "Naw nigga, take this"
Shots 'til my damn liver hates me
Momma saying that she knowin that I need help
Naw, on the highway to Hades
with my motherfuckin seatbelt off