Wool
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
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Shorty I'm pressin' lines lifting the Lauren shirt
Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
I'm in that kitchen, wrist water whippin'
Sike nigga, I don't do that
Niggas get blue blacked and blown away
Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like orale
Okay, I'm on to something
Momma should've told you it'd be days like this
It's just a tale from the crip
I'm on my séance shit, I'm tryna' make a million dollars
Keep it hood while crossing over on some A.I. shit
I need a foreign baby momma to match a nigga model whip
Ramona Park made me from scratch
A lot of lotto picks lost in this game called rap
I be the underdog
Bullet hit his forehead, it exit out his under arm
Ain't nobody bigger than my hood, my nigga, fuck a boss
Baby momma killer, you offended and I fuck her raw
Stretchy doin' federal time for bustin' at the law
And he gonna be a neighbor of mine, you played me for a pawn
Shorty I be swimmin' with sharks, your posse full of prawns
Pistols rip his body apart, now he afraid of dark alleyways
Niggas better listen to what the pastor say
It's Golf on that bitch, it's Golf on that ball cap
I guzzle the tall boy, Jehovah ain't call back
And ya'll still debating over Earl music
Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy
Peanut butter to paisley, walking down the street
In the different color McGrady's, that first grader was me
Now my fist full of spliffs and an old baker receipts
Bitches grip the stick and jerky like cold shanks of the beef, dry
I'm taking purses like they chances in the evening
Pick your pants up, boy, you dancing with a demon
On my momma I been limiting my features
Filling swishers up with reefer
Bitch, it's difficult to beat him like a soft dick
Golf clique deep and we don't hit the streets passive
That nigga Sweaty got the gas and Shreddy k brought the matches
Put your body down in water like a Lipton tea bag is
Switch to different fucking whip to let them piggies speed passed em
It's the rats, try and get the cheese
What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
Call me Lou, if I'm on a track niggas skip to me
Niggas want to fade me, bitches feel some type of way for me
50's in my pocket falling out like fucking baby teeth
Vince be with the rocket, he gone pop it when it's danger round
Finger tips to tapers, now, salute us when you face us
Give a fuck about the moves all these loser niggas making now
In the song "Wool," Earl Sweatshirt talks about his rise to fame and the struggles he has faced along the way. He compares himself to an underdog in the rap game, someone who is constantly fighting to prove himself. Earl raps about his ability to swim with the sharks while his enemies are mere prawns. He reflects on the violence in his neighborhood and how his upbringing has influenced his music. Earl also acknowledges his critics who are still debating the merit of his music, but he remains focused on making a million dollars.
The lyrics in the song are a mix of vivid imagery and metaphors, which give insight into Earl's state of mind. He talks about taking risks and living outside the law, knowing that there are consequences to his actions. But even with the danger that comes with his lifestyle, Earl remains confident and determined to succeed. He sees himself as a leader in the rap game, putting his stamp on the industry and making a name for himself through his unique voice and style.
Line by Line Meaning
Soon as I catch the vibe tell 'em to fetch the hearse
I'm confident in my flow and lyrical ability and as soon as I start rapping, it's curtains for other rappers.
Shorty I'm pressin' lines lifting the Lauren shirt
I'm doing drugs and it's causing me to make poor decisions, like pressing my clothes with a hot iron while wearing them.
Tell her to bless the girth if she with it
If the girl I'm hooking up with is into it, she can perform oral sex on me.
I'm in that kitchen, wrist water whippin'
I'm cooking drugs in the kitchen and stirring it with a spoon.
Sike nigga, I don't do that
I'm just kidding, I don't really do drugs and illegal activities.
Niggas get blue blacked and blown away
People who mess with me end up hurt or dead.
Wessons making Mexicans wetbacks like orale
I'm using a gun called a Wesson to hurt and intimidate Mexican immigrants.
Okay, I'm on to something
I'm becoming successful in the rap industry and am making big moves.
Momma should've told you it'd be days like this
My life is rough and my mother should have warned me about it.
It's just a tale from the crip
My stories and lyrics come from my experiences growing up in a gang.
I'm on my séance shit, I'm tryna' make a million dollars
I'm working hard and trying to become successful and wealthy.
Keep it hood while crossing over on some A.I. shit
I'm trying to maintain my authenticity and street credibility while also transitioning into mainstream music like Allen Iverson did in basketball.
I need a foreign baby momma to match a nigga model whip
I want a woman from another country to be my child's mother and drive a fancy car to match.
Ramona Park made me from scratch
Growing up in Ramona Park shaped who I am today.
A lot of lotto picks lost in this game called rap
There are many talented rappers who never make it to the top.
I be the underdog
I'm not as well-known or successful as some other rappers.
Bullet hit his forehead, it exit out his under arm
I'm violent and have hurt or killed people with guns.
Ain't nobody bigger than my hood, my nigga, fuck a boss
I'm proud of where I come from and don't have any respect for authority figures or people who try to control me.
Baby momma killer, you offended and I fuck her raw
I sleep around and have unprotected sex with women, including my child's mother.
Stretchy doin' federal time for bustin' at the law
One of my friends, Stretchy, is in jail for shooting at police officers.
And he gonna be a neighbor of mine, you played me for a pawn
Stretchy will be living close to me when he gets out of jail, and I'm upset that someone used me to help get him arrested.
Shorty I be swimmin' with sharks, your posse full of prawns
I'm always hanging out with dangerous people, while your friends are weak and cowardly.
Pistols rip his body apart, now he afraid of dark alleyways
I have hurt or killed someone with guns and now they are afraid to walk alone in dangerous areas.
Niggas better listen to what the pastor say
People should pay attention to religious leaders and the messages they share.
It's Golf on that bitch, it's Golf on that ball cap
I'm a member of the rap group Golf Wang and I represent them on everything I wear and do.
I guzzle the tall boy, Jehovah ain't call back
I'm drinking a large can of beer while waiting for God to answer my prayers.
And ya'll still debating over Earl music
People can't stop talking about my music and debating its quality.
Troops got the group nationwide moving merch units crazy
Merchandise sales for the Golf Wang group are doing really well.
Peanut butter to paisley, walking down the street
I'm wearing a mix of different styles, from a casual t-shirt to a fancy paisley print.
In the different color McGrady's, that first grader was me
I remember what it was like to be a child and wear different colored shoes like Tracy McGrady.
Now my fist full of spliffs and an old baker receipts
Instead of wearing colorful shoes, now I'm smoking weed and keeping old receipts in my pocket.
Bitches grip the stick and jerky like cold shanks of the beef, dry
Women are holding onto my penis and provide a dry, jerking motion like beef jerky.
I'm taking purses like they chances in the evening
I'm stealing women's purses like they're easy targets that happen in the cover of darkness.
Pick your pants up, boy, you dancing with a demon
I'm warning someone that they're getting into dangerous territory by dealing with me and my friends.
On my momma I been limiting my features
I'm keeping to myself and limiting the number of people I work with.
Filling swishers up with reefer
I'm smoking marijuana and rolling it in Swisher Sweet cigars.
Bitch, it's difficult to beat him like a soft dick
It's hard to beat me at anything, like it's hard to have a successful sexual encounter without an erection.
Golf clique deep and we don't hit the streets passive
My group Golf Wang is thick and powerful, and we won't back down from a fight.
That nigga Sweaty got the gas and Shreddy k brought the matches
I have the cocaine and my friend Shreddy k has the means to cook it and sell it.
Put your body down in water like a Lipton tea bag is
I'm threatening someone, saying I will kill them and dispose of their body like a tea bag in a cup of water.
Switch to different fucking whip to let them piggies speed passed em
I'm driving different cars to throw off the police and avoid getting caught.
It's the rats, try and get the cheese
People are constantly trying to scam and take advantage of others to get ahead.
What it do? Rap like I'm mincing meat
I'm skilled at rapping and make it look easy, like cutting through meat with a knife.
Call me Lou, if I'm on a track niggas skip to me
I'm confident in my music and know people are eager to hear my verses when I appear on a song.
Niggas want to fade me, bitches feel some type of way for me
Other men want to fight me and women are attracted to me and my success.
50's in my pocket falling out like fucking baby teeth
I have a lot of money and it's falling out of my pockets like teeth that children lose.
Vince be with the rocket, he gone pop it when it's danger round
My friend Vince is carrying a gun and will use it if we feel threatened.
Finger tips to tapers, now, salute us when you face us
I'm threatening others and saying they need to respect me and my friends.
Give a fuck about the moves all these loser niggas making now
I don't care about others who are less successful than me and don't think they deserve attention.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Thebe Neruda Kgositsile, Vince Staples
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