I Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt is the second studio album by Earl Sweatshirt, released on March 23, 2015 through Tan Cressida and distributed by Columbia Records. On March 17, 2015, a pre-order for the album was made available on the iTunes Store with no announcement from Earl. This turned out to be an error by Sony Music Entertainment. That same day, the album’s lead single, “Grief”, was released, alongside a music video. A vinyl edition was released on December 11, 2015, with an alternate cover art. Read Full BioI Don’t Like Shit, I Don’t Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt is the second studio album by Earl Sweatshirt, released on March 23, 2015 through Tan Cressida and distributed by Columbia Records.
On March 17, 2015, a pre-order for the album was made available on the iTunes Store with no announcement from Earl. This turned out to be an error by Sony Music Entertainment. That same day, the album’s lead single, “Grief”, was released, alongside a music video.
A vinyl edition was released on December 11, 2015, with an alternate cover art.
On March 17, 2015, a pre-order for the album was made available on the iTunes Store with no announcement from Earl. This turned out to be an error by Sony Music Entertainment. That same day, the album’s lead single, “Grief”, was released, alongside a music video.
A vinyl edition was released on December 11, 2015, with an alternate cover art.
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Huey
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping, oh fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck and I'm stuck until an ambulance came
The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes
And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me
And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby
Beat the fuckin beat up like it stole from me
You can talk to Clancy you need a feature, or quote from me
I'm off the lancy, I reek of reefer and show money
It's Early running with niggas, who cold running shit
The wins like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em in
Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't fuck with him
I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother
Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine
And a Colt 45 in it, you know how I get it
I'm toasted myself and a toast to all my niggas
And there ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well
And now, a formal introduction
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Thebe Neruda Kgositsile
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Anthony Zepeda
Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumpin' em, fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and I ambulance came
The first time which aint fast if you Los Angeles raised
And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me
And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby
Beat the fuckin beat up like it stole from me
You can talk to Clancy you need a feature, or quote from me
Bitch, I'm off Delancy, I reek of reefer and show money
It's Early running with niggas, who cold running shit
The wins like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em in
Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't fuck with him
I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother
Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine in it
And a Colt 45 in it, you know how I get it
I'm toastin' myself and a toast to all my niggas
And there ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well
Osama Gall
Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping, oh fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck and I'm stuck until an ambulance came
The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes
And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me
And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby
Beat the fuckin beat up like it stole from me
You can talk to Clancy you need a feature, or quote from me
I'm off the lancy, I reek of reefer and show money
It's Early running with niggas, who cold running shit
The wins like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em in
Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't fuck with him
I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother
Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine
And a Colt 45 in it, you know how I get it
I'm toasted myself and a toast to all my niggas
And there ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well
And now, a formal introduction
The Navigator
Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping, oh fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck and I'm stuck until an ambulance came
The first time I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes
And my bitch say the spliff take the soul from me
And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby
Beat the fuckin beat up like it stole from me
You can talk to Clancy you need a feature, or quote from me
I'm off the lancy, I reek of reefer and show money
It's Early running with niggas, who cold running shit
The wins like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em in
Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't fuck with him
I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother
Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine
And a Colt 45 in it, you know how I get it
I'm toasted myself and a toast to all my niggas
And there ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well
And now, a formal introduction
PLR Dot
Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping 'em, fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and I ambulance came
The first time which ain't fast if you Los Angeles raised (nigga)
My bitch say the spliff take the soul from me (aye)
And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby
Beat the fucking beat up like it stole from me (yup)
You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature or quote from me (Bitch) I'm off Delancey, I reek of reefer and show money
It's Early running with niggas who cold running shit
The wins like lotion, he get 'em, he gone rub 'em in
Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't fuck with him
I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother, just
Grab a glass and pour some cold white wine in it
A Colt .45 in it, you know how I get it
I'm toasting myself and a toast to all my niggas
And ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I can't focus so well
[Outro]
And now, a formal introduction
velvet arcade
This album aged like a fine wine. Truly a masterpiece.
Gideon
His instrumentals have over simplified recently but his lyrics are more complicated as ever.
grottopills
should've said aged like cold white wine
Poetic Da kidd
Very well said
J R
@what we doin yah more like earl mixed with solace
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aged like some cold white wine
Tuna1989
It makes me sad in "Burgundy" he says; "My grandma's passing but I'm too busy tryna get this fuckin' album cracking to see her so I apologize in advance if anything should happen" and in "Huey" he says; "I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother".
Poor Thebe.
Raffi Giandra
@47 fuck that shit depressed even more cuz i grew up mostly spent my time with my grandma
barf simpson
:( never even realized that
Mateo David Gutierrez Gonzalez
Both some of my favorite Earl songs.