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Sunday, March 17, 2013

American rapper, Earl Sweatshirt has just released, "He Could be the One" the latest track from his much anticipated album, 'Doris'. It was released to iTunes on March 12, 2013 along with the music video which was directed by Tyler, The Creator. Speaking about the album, Earl said: "I anticipate a loss of fans. I also anticipate gaining some. So. You know. Yeah… I hope i lose you as a fan if you only f-ck with me cause i rapped about raping girls when i was 15… I f-cking love how it sounds. And uhh. Thats what matters… Im gonna go out on a limb and say that you can hear the progression."

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Earl Sweatshirt Whoa Lyrics :-

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[Intro: Tyler the Creator]
Nahh no, nahh nahh f-ck that
N-ggas think cause you f-ckin' made Chum and got all personal
That n-ggas won't go back to that old f-ckin' 2010 sh-t
About talkin' 'bout f-ckin' everything all
No f-ck that n-gga I got you
F-ck that

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous
Actually flick cigarette ash at b-tch n-ggas
Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then dash
To Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying that hotter wind in the shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences
Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up
Tan khakis and antagonists Dan-dappered up
Vagabond, had it since a Padawan
Rapping hot as f-ck in cattle brands, wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
Get a nice emp3musicdownload spanking, new Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs

[Hook: Tyler the Creator]
Four deep in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, n-ggas know that it's the
50 K for the last check
But the Dollar Menu still be on deck,
N-gga it's the mutherf-ckin'

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, the Misadventures of a sh-t talker
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women
Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose to spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick
Thought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka sh-t

[Hook: Tyler the Creator]
Posing n-gga try to disrespect
Get a f-cking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the
Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking like I ain't make
A quarter million off of socks, n-gga, cause it's the

Send "Whoa" Ringtone to your Cell

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