20 Wave Caps
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics


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Look for me
Lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
High up until the world end, doing eighty-five in my ride
And these niggas hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these niggas like a tyrant
Damn, Doms, it don't even seem like you trying
Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond
I know that niggas is finding my progression so uncommon
The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying
Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode
Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows
My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro
Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't know
Still trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho

Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to grab the shit
I'm shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
New patterns patty-caking with mannequins
Cause I don't like my fucking homies dip, bruh, they all
Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe struck
And I ain't got shit but a pretty bitch and cigar tucks
Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
I swear these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's
Prior to arriving to the studio
Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady
Where you headed with that shit?
And can a real nigga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment
Run until my foot achy, running 'till my foot aching
Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo do-rag
With my nigga Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking toucan




20 minutes, burn a fucking quarter back to two grams
But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass

Overall Meaning

In "20 Wave Caps," Earl Sweatshirt is rapping about his experiences and feelings as a successful rapper. He feels like he's on top of the world, "High up until the world end," driving fast and living his life to the fullest. He speaks with confidence and describes his rapping abilities as something to be feared, "Know these n****s crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond." He knows his progression is uncommon and continues to apply pressure until he hears the angels cry. Earl feels like he's accomplished what he set out to do and celebrates this with a beautiful woman, "Chilling with a vixen, thinking 'This is what I did it for.'"


He also references the people he surrounds himself with, and how he doesn't like to smoke with them, "Cause I don't like my f**king homies dip, bruh, they all jaw-slacking, all 'em awe struck." Earl seems to only trust a select few people and is wary of those who are only around for his success. He speaks about running until his foot is aching and how he is a "full-grown terror type." He also references his friendship with someone named Travy and smoking large amounts of weed.


Overall, "20 Wave Caps" is a song full of confidence and celebration, as Earl Sweatshirt reflects on his journey as a rapper and his current success.


Line by Line Meaning

Look for me
You can search for me if you want.


Lost in a whirlwind, 2012 quality
I'm caught up in the moment, it's like it's 2012 all over again.


High up until the world end, doing eighty-five in my ride
I'm driving really fast, like I'm trying to outrun the apocalypse.


And these niggas hiding, know I'm striding like a giant
Other people are scared and hiding, but I'm moving forward confidently like a giant.


I ain't lying when I'm rhyming, rule these niggas like a tyrant
I'm not lying in my lyrics, and I dominate other rappers like a tyrant rules over a nation.


Damn, Doms, it don't even seem like you trying
People are amazed by my skills and it looks effortless, like I'm not even trying.


Know these niggas crucify 'em, couldn't crack him I'm a diamond
Other rappers may try to bring me down, but I'm too strong and valuable like a diamond.


I know that niggas is finding my progression so uncommon
My growth and success as a rapper is unique and not often seen.


The pressure I'm still applying until I hear the angels crying
I'm still under a lot of pressure, but I won't stop until I'm satisfied.


Sad day in Hell for those who doubted, hope your head explode
Those who didn't believe in me will regret it and suffer consequences.


Cry about it, but don't deny that Doms got the realest flows
They can complain, but they can't deny that my rapping is the most genuine.


My eyes is feeling low, pulling on the killer 'dro
I'm feeling tired and smoking strong weed to relax.


Chilling with a vixen, thinking "This is what I did it for"
I'm relaxing with a beautiful woman and thinking about how my success was worth it.


Still banging, Wolf Ganging as if you niggas didn't know
I'm still proudly representing and promoting my music group, Odd Future.


Still trife and Loiter Litter Life and triple sixing, ho
I still live a wild and mischievous life, always causing trouble.


Doms, while they ripping through the packaging to grab the shit
While others eagerly open packages, I'm more calm and collected.


I'm shaded with the few whom I usually blow cabbage with
I hang out with a small group of people who smoke weed with me.


New patterns patty-caking with mannequins
I'm experimenting with new things, like making patterns with mannequins.


Cause I don't like my fucking homies dip, bruh, they all
I don't like when my friends dip, because they all become so shocked and awed.


Jaw-slacking, all 'em awe struck
My friends become slack-jawed and amazed by things easily.


And I ain't got shit but a pretty bitch and cigar tucks
I don't have much except for a beautiful woman and some cigars.


Riding in the city and knocking out in the Starbucks
I'm driving around the city while taking breaks in Starbucks.


I swear these niggas is fucking phony, smoking spliffs and that's
These people are fake, just smoking weed and pretending to be cool.


Prior to arriving to the studio
Before going to the recording studio.


Eyes glued to a gluteus maximus, attractive lady
I'm staring at a woman's butt, she's attractive.


Where you headed with that shit?
Where are you going with that stuff?


And can a real nigga get a look at it? Crook, panic-shook
Can I see it, please? I'm feeling anxious and nervous.


Ain't ya? Blunt fatter than some butch ankles
Isn't it true? This blunt is really big.


Cheffing, fit the cook apron, ante up for good payment
I'm cooking and ready for payment.


Run until my foot achy, running 'till my foot aching
I'm running until my feet hurt.


Full-grown terror type, Ferragamo do-rag
I'm wearing a do-rag and look scary.


With my nigga Travy out in Maui, running two-mans
I'm with my friend Travy in Maui, and we're running together.


Smoking 'till I'm loopy as a motherfucking toucan
I'm smoking so much that I'm feeling really high and weird.


20 minutes, burn a fucking quarter back to two grams
In just 20 minutes, I burn a quarter of an ounce of weed to only two grams.


But I'mma dip, I know you must have had it with my rude ass
I'm leaving now, because I'm aware that I can be rude sometimes.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DOMINIQUE COLE, SAMUEL BAKER, THEBE KGOSITSILE

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