Couch Featuring Ace Creator
Earl Lyrics


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Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Lucky seven probably poppa
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Things changed when I hassled back, so
David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
Snapple fact: you rather wack
While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks
Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
The Gang of Wolves and creeps and Crips
Is deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'
Braggin' tell these faggots to stop naggin'
'Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it
But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon
And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'
My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch

I'm back on my sixty six sick shit
Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter
Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it
And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
Fuckin' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
Get the Zippo and spark the shit




Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started it

Overall Meaning

Earl Sweatshirt's song "Couch" is a song that deals with Earl's personal issues and his combat against bullying. The lyrics mention that there was something missing in Earl's life and he was bullied by others till he stopped taking it and retaliated. He broke free and emerged stronger than ever, rapping with his signature style that cuts like a double-edged sword. The rapper mentions that he's not afraid of anything and even raps that he's struck fear in the hearts of others. He seems nonchalant in the face of danger, whether it's crossing a line or trolling someone. The song is peppered with profanity, but it highlights Earl's rap skills and his fearless attitude.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
I always had a sharp tongue and was witty


But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
I always felt like something was missing in my life, like a part of me was absent


Lucky seven probably poppa
My father was probably lucky to have me, his seventh child


Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Being smaller than the others, I was constantly being bullied and harassed


Things changed when I hassled back, so
When I decided to fight back, things changed for me


David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
My rhymes were so good that they hit the ground and shook things up


Snapple fact: you rather wack
It's a fact that you would rather be terrible than be like me


While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
I am succeeding and rising to the top like the sound of snapping fingers


So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts
My success is so prominent and clear that it's like having perfect eyesight


Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks
I am the one working hard and milking the work, like a farmer milking their cattle


Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
My rhymes are full of excitement and energy, and I am colder than the cold season when one has a cold


Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
I have a simple but brilliant mind, I work hard, and I spit out great rhymes


So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
When things change in the world, don't be surprised, but rather come to accept it


The Gang of Wolves and creeps and Crips
The group of people I associate with are a mix of gangs and individuals who are unpredictable


Is deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
The connections we have run deep, like the plot of the TV show Dawson's Creek


I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
I hope my associates are well-equipped to swim, either with gills or with floaties


I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'
I am confident in my abilities, hence why I am proud of my accomplishments


Braggin' tell these faggots to stop naggin'
I am bragging and telling those who criticize me to stop nagging


'Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like
Those who used to support me got left behind by my group, the Wolf Gang


Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it
I was always messed up and under the influence of drugs/alcohol


But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I didn't take my bad behavior too far until I reached my lowest point


I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
I am intimidating the people around me like a virgin flirting with a creepy uncle


Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I am treating you harshly with no remorse or care for the damage done


I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
I am causing chaos and negative influence, and now I am a topic at church sermons


Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban
I am dressed in nothing but explosively damaging weapons that match my turban


I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
I drive recklessly through wealthy neighborhoods in my black SUV


Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
I speed through the neighborhood and crash into curbs while intoxicated with English Bourbon and blast Erik Sermon's music


I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon
I am stealing from people and committing sexual assault, behaving like a corrupted doctor


And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
I treat the music with hostility and disrespect, like how Nazi Germany treated Jewish women


I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
I am masturbating and vomiting at the same time


From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'
I got sick from eating Miley Cyrus' vagina, which was being offered as a meal


My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
My only goal is to masturbate because my penis has a curve


So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
Women don't like to have sex with me, just like people don't like to do community service as punishment


This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
My chaotic life is like a zombie circus, you better come watch


Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch
My friends and I are like the cast of Twilight, causing drama and chaos wherever we go


I'm back on my sixty six sick shit
I am back to my old ways of being sick and twisted, like highway 66 in America that has a notorious reputation


Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
I am flowing like the blood flowing out of the wrists of the people I am competing against


She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
The woman licks the blood, like Dracula, then spits it back in my face


She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura
The woman is furious and trapped in the back of my black SUV


Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
I drugged her with acid and now she is suffering because of the situation she is in


Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh
Heather, who was once happy, is probably not laughing anymore because of the situation she is now in


Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
The woman is barely living, and is about to be left on the back of a boat


While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
I am injecting the woman with the semen of the Wolf Gang members


Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter
The way I am rapping is like the flow of semen (creampie) inside someone's daughter


Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I should eat the woman like a meal, adding salt and washing it down with water


I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it
I cut off the woman's arm with a saw and sold it to the highest bidder


And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
I made her teeth a valuable possession by covering them in gold and flossing them


Fuckin' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
My rap skills are awesome, and I am smoking a lot of marijuana, which is causing others to be envious


Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
People are shaking so much like they have Parkinson's from the imaginary clitoris on Kelly Clarkson's nonexistent penis


Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
I am dominating over others now, and it's time to make things clean and clear


Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
I want to submerge your significant other in sperm, and then throw a shark into the tub to watch the chaos ensue


Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Let's park the car in a random, deserted garage


Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Let's find Earl lying on the floor and then sharpen a knife


Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
Stab Earl, add a curved arch to the wound, and then pour gasoline on him


Get the Zippo and spark the shit
Light a match/starter and ignite the gasoline


Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
Leave the scene in the van and leave everything else behind


Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started it
I killed him on this track, he shouldn't have provoked me




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Thebe Kgositsile, Tyler Okonma

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i remember hearing this when i was 8 or 9 and now i’m 17 listening to this, lol this is crazy

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