Thebe Neruda Kgositsile (born February 24, 1994), better known as Earl Swea… Read Full Bio ↴Thebe Neruda Kgositsile (born February 24, 1994), better known as Earl Sweatshirt, is an American rapper, songwriter, and record producer. He released his debut mixtape, EARL, as a free digital download on the OFWGKTA website at sixteen years-old, with the help of founding OFWGKTA member Tyler, the Creator. During the years of 2010 - 2012, he was sent to a reform school, which prompted the #FreeEarl meme. His debut studio album, Doris, was released in 2013 to widespread critical acclaim. He followed this release up with his second album, I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt, in 2015 to an equal amount of acclaim.
In 2018, he released his third studio album, Some Rap Songs, which was his last album with Columbia; following it up with the EP Feet of Clay in 2019 on Warner Records. His latest album, Sick!, was released in 2022, also on Warner Records.
In 2018, he released his third studio album, Some Rap Songs, which was his last album with Columbia; following it up with the EP Feet of Clay in 2019 on Warner Records. His latest album, Sick!, was released in 2022, also on Warner Records.
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Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
Uh-huh
Send me the invoice for all that drip
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that drip
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that drip
I bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip (that bread)
Send me the invoice (send me the invoice)
Send me a invoice for all that drip (that bread)
I bet we can pinpoint all that shit (I bet)
Then we can enjoy all that grip (that bread)
Send me the invoice (send me the invoice)
For all that (uh-huh)
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip
Send me the invoice (send me the invoice)
Send me the invoice for all that shit (uh-huh)
I bet we can pinpoint all that drip
Then we can enjoy all that grip (my nigga)
Send me the invoice (okay)
Too much resin, resin, not enough bredrin
Too much 77, not enough 7
Too much Evanescence, wake you up inside with a Wesson
Too much dereliction, nosedives for the reppin'
Shoot a Mac .11, take a boat rise on the jet
And do a chapter seven, chapter eleven
Session for session, foot in your ass like lederhosen
Supposed, allegedly
I was chosen to keep your speakers broken
Allegedly bespoke and smokin' we keep the beacon glowin'
Serrano, ham leg, hangin' in the window
Arrested Development Mr. Wendal
Surreptitious niggas would miss a info
Kiko, blicko, Sicko
Or catch me at no awards ceremony
Perish the hegemony horse feathers homie
Delicatessen hoagie, pressure on me, never lonely
Tenderonie, skeleton extra boney
Never phony, relish the testimony
And I began to riot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Bend we don't break, swing we don't miss
We just might might be okay, the same voltage
Hold the charge like the phone lit
No regards for the bullshit
Who all in? Who got the cards flipped?
Who on shit, who get the target split
Who on your marksman's bad side
Going in landmines, don't count steps
The old chest said it's about time
Slow breathe, cold flesh made her mouth cry
We know death, alright let's go left
Hand signs, still with the bands like lead singers
Niggas remember them camp fires
I dip when they capsize
And swift hit the roads kickin' cans like chivalry dead
You really dead, but we still ahead
Couple clips left, couple lips cleft
Hammer and nail, Hommy and Earl
Spotting, got 'em from the top of the hill
Wrote it on the foggiest mirror
The quality thorough, ill
It's all I could spill
There's more I could do
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Send me the invoice for all that drip
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that drip
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that drip
I bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip (that bread)
Send me the invoice (send me the invoice)
Send me a invoice for all that drip (that bread)
I bet we can pinpoint all that shit (I bet)
Then we can enjoy all that grip (that bread)
Send me the invoice (send me the invoice)
For all that (uh-huh)
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that grip
Send me the invoice (send me the invoice)
Send me the invoice for all that shit (uh-huh)
I bet we can pinpoint all that drip
Then we can enjoy all that grip (my nigga)
Send me the invoice (okay)
Too much resin, resin, not enough bredrin
Too much 77, not enough 7
Too much Evanescence, wake you up inside with a Wesson
Too much dereliction, nosedives for the reppin'
Shoot a Mac .11, take a boat rise on the jet
And do a chapter seven, chapter eleven
Session for session, foot in your ass like lederhosen
Supposed, allegedly
I was chosen to keep your speakers broken
Allegedly bespoke and smokin' we keep the beacon glowin'
Serrano, ham leg, hangin' in the window
Arrested Development Mr. Wendal
Surreptitious niggas would miss a info
Kiko, blicko, Sicko
Or catch me at no awards ceremony
Perish the hegemony horse feathers homie
Delicatessen hoagie, pressure on me, never lonely
Tenderonie, skeleton extra boney
Never phony, relish the testimony
And I began to riot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Bend we don't break, swing we don't miss
We just might might be okay, the same voltage
Hold the charge like the phone lit
No regards for the bullshit
Who all in? Who got the cards flipped?
Who on shit, who get the target split
Who on your marksman's bad side
Going in landmines, don't count steps
The old chest said it's about time
Slow breathe, cold flesh made her mouth cry
We know death, alright let's go left
Hand signs, still with the bands like lead singers
Niggas remember them camp fires
I dip when they capsize
And swift hit the roads kickin' cans like chivalry dead
You really dead, but we still ahead
Couple clips left, couple lips cleft
Hammer and nail, Hommy and Earl
Spotting, got 'em from the top of the hill
Wrote it on the foggiest mirror
The quality thorough, ill
It's all I could spill
There's more I could do
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Thebe Kgositsile, Ramar Bego
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@paulfunyun5728
Earl accidentally played the beat backwards and went "nah this shit goes hard"
@survive678
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@bigbertampsly1775
this beat is an obsession of mine, really.
dubbah
@paulie1873
IT GOES THOUGH
@AyooMuzz
LOL WORD
@willwilton2724
fr
@lilmemorycard
Earl helping another winter full of depression with a new project
@GetintheCAH
lil memory card desperately needed this
@fonaldfuck202
as long as u aint of of em fake depressed niggas u good
@owen9809
Facts