"Hot Water (Cahuilla)" lyrics
Earl Sweatshirt & SURF GANG Lyrics
(SURF GANG, bitch)
Huh, yeah, uh
Huh, uh, uh
Hmm, yeah, uh
I done told you 'bout four or five times how sittin' around ain't gon' get you shit
We been around like hundreds of thousands of years, it is what it is
Caught the ball, crossed over the line, now I'm in the end zone hittin' my shit
I went Benz for wifey shit then did it again for my first whip
All over the map, gang, that's what I'm callin' the kit
I'll let you know when the fact change, for now, I can't call it quit
I got no horse in this rat race, who your favorite pimp?
One-trick pony hit him with a bad take, that still amazes him
Picture me folded, that made me laugh so hard that I came to tears
It's a facade, the same veneer
Garlic salt on the baby squid
You know that we came to kick
You know how we rock, Stevie Nicks
Out here with the thoughts, you Stephen Smith
Look out, a swing and a miss
It's four thousand for a satellite dish
Like get 'em the fuck outta here
Dripped down, I fell out the spigot
I'm too proud to pivot
The wig bowed before it was split
The wick out, it's still really lit
They gather around when they hear the cl—
They gather around when they hear the click
My back to the crowd, a man on a mission
Gray clouds came out of the spliff
Countin' me out, I'm the favorite omission
On the way down, the hate be the realest
When On The Radar give me eight million
I'll give 'em exactly eight minute
Good luck gettin' over the grift
(What, what's this?)
How you stuck, but you float in the drift?
Niggas ain't notice the ocean was big
So they ain't know the motion was fishy
No replacement, I'm already hip
(What?), huh
She say it's the way that I'm really him
Let's settle debates with time we put in
I know where I stayed and who I wasn't with
(What?), huh
I'm in the anchor part of the mix
I told my angels I'm goin' in
Always playin' my role in the end
You ain't gotta change it, all pretty penny
You could stay with the pocket lint
(SURF GANG, bitch)
I'm in the phase where I'm poppin' shit
I broke the maze walls down again
(SURF GANG, baby)
Uh-huh
(Fuck)
Huh, yeah, uh
Huh, uh, uh
Hmm, yeah, uh
I done told you 'bout four or five times how sittin' around ain't gon' get you shit
We been around like hundreds of thousands of years, it is what it is
Caught the ball, crossed over the line, now I'm in the end zone hittin' my shit
I went Benz for wifey shit then did it again for my first whip
All over the map, gang, that's what I'm callin' the kit
I'll let you know when the fact change, for now, I can't call it quit
I got no horse in this rat race, who your favorite pimp?
One-trick pony hit him with a bad take, that still amazes him
Picture me folded, that made me laugh so hard that I came to tears
It's a facade, the same veneer
Garlic salt on the baby squid
You know that we came to kick
You know how we rock, Stevie Nicks
Out here with the thoughts, you Stephen Smith
Look out, a swing and a miss
It's four thousand for a satellite dish
Like get 'em the fuck outta here
Dripped down, I fell out the spigot
I'm too proud to pivot
The wig bowed before it was split
The wick out, it's still really lit
They gather around when they hear the cl—
They gather around when they hear the click
My back to the crowd, a man on a mission
Gray clouds came out of the spliff
Countin' me out, I'm the favorite omission
On the way down, the hate be the realest
When On The Radar give me eight million
I'll give 'em exactly eight minute
Good luck gettin' over the grift
(What, what's this?)
How you stuck, but you float in the drift?
Niggas ain't notice the ocean was big
So they ain't know the motion was fishy
No replacement, I'm already hip
(What?), huh
She say it's the way that I'm really him
Let's settle debates with time we put in
I know where I stayed and who I wasn't with
(What?), huh
I'm in the anchor part of the mix
I told my angels I'm goin' in
Always playin' my role in the end
You ain't gotta change it, all pretty penny
You could stay with the pocket lint
(SURF GANG, bitch)
I'm in the phase where I'm poppin' shit
I broke the maze walls down again
(SURF GANG, baby)
Uh-huh
(Fuck)
Writer(s): Thebe Kgositsile, Harrison Sutherland
