Chum
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
It's probably been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jest
When honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was six
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model
I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that
And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap
Too black for the white kids, and too white for the blacks
From honor roll to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's evident
And them eyes, where he hiding all them icicles at?
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
"Can I get that, oh let me get that beat in my headphones"
Uh time lapse, bars rot in heart's bottomless pit
Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the pottymouth posse crash the party and dip
With all belongings then toss em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom
His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now
Craven and these Complex-fuck niggas done track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I like attention"
Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful, right?
Like, "Thanks so much, you made my life
Harder, and the ties between my mom and I are strained and tightened
Even more than they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
"Ha ha ha!"
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Thebe Kgositsile, Kehinde Hassan, Taiwo Hassan, Charles Edward Hugo
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Earl discusses his fatherless life and what his life has become since then and the options he has (“Time lapse, bars rhyming heart’s bottomless pit”).
‘Chumming’ is the process of adding blood and guts to the ocean to attract sharks to a specific area. Earl could be hurt about his past with his father and even though his wounds weren’t physical, he was in pain. His pain is clear and this could have attracted ‘predators’.
The song title might also be a reference to the Tyler Craven-Complex fiasco. Read Full BioEarl discusses his fatherless life and what his life has become since then and the options he has (“Time lapse, bars rhyming heart’s bottomless pit”).
‘Chumming’ is the process of adding blood and guts to the ocean to attract sharks to a specific area. Earl could be hurt about his past with his father and even though his wounds weren’t physical, he was in pain. His pain is clear and this could have attracted ‘predators’.
The song title might also be a reference to the Tyler Craven-Complex fiasco. Craven gave many interviews about the school in Samoa where he and Earl were sent, under the guise that they were friends (chums) in order to get his fifteen minutes of fame. Earl addresses his frustration with this in the second verse.
‘Chumming’ is the process of adding blood and guts to the ocean to attract sharks to a specific area. Earl could be hurt about his past with his father and even though his wounds weren’t physical, he was in pain. His pain is clear and this could have attracted ‘predators’.
The song title might also be a reference to the Tyler Craven-Complex fiasco. Read Full BioEarl discusses his fatherless life and what his life has become since then and the options he has (“Time lapse, bars rhyming heart’s bottomless pit”).
‘Chumming’ is the process of adding blood and guts to the ocean to attract sharks to a specific area. Earl could be hurt about his past with his father and even though his wounds weren’t physical, he was in pain. His pain is clear and this could have attracted ‘predators’.
The song title might also be a reference to the Tyler Craven-Complex fiasco. Craven gave many interviews about the school in Samoa where he and Earl were sent, under the guise that they were friends (chums) in order to get his fifteen minutes of fame. Earl addresses his frustration with this in the second verse.
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Sara Neville
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
It's probably been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jest
When honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it I would swallow it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model
I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that
And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap
Too black for the white kids, and too white for the blacks
From honor roll to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's evident
And them eyes, where he hiding all them icicles at?
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
"Can I get that, oh let me get that beat in my headphones"
Uh time lapse, bars rot in heart's bottomless pit
Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the pottymouth posse crash the party and dip
With all belongings then toss em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom
His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now
Craven and these Complex-fuck niggas done track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I like attention"
Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful, right?
Like, "Thanks so much, you made my life
Harder, and the ties between my mom and I are strained and tightened
Even more than they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche, psyche
"Ha ha ha!"
Crispy
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving
Through the city with criminal stealth
Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work
Golf is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement
Brush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psyche
It's probably been twelve years since my father left
Left me fatherless
And I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jest
When honestly I miss this nigga like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it I would swallow it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model
Drunk pissy pissing on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that
Plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice with the trap
Too black for the white kids and too white for the blacks
From honor roll to to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained and I'm frightened it's evident
In them eyes where he hiding all them icicles at
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving
Through the city with criminal stealth
Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work
Golf is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement
Brush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psyche
Time lapse, bars rot in heart's bottomless pit
Was mobbin' deep as 96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the potty mouth posse, crash the party and dip
With all belongings then toss 'em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome
Trying to make it from the bottom this is
Feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now
Craven and these Complex fuck niggas'll track me down
Just to be the guys that did it like I like attention
Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful, right
Like thanks so much you made my life
Harder and the ties between my mom and I
Strained and tightened
Even more than they were before all of this shit
Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits
Something sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slower, degenerate moving
Through the city with criminal stealth
Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work
Golf is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement
Brush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psyche
Caleb King
I feel sorry for people who don't understand his lyricism skills he brings such a gift
Brandon Bwanakocha
Bruh my ex thinks Earl is whack. No wonder why she's an Ex lmao
D Loftan
opmistic that’s his name you idiot lmao I was responding to his comment I never typed that
opmistic
@D Loftan "i hav gr8 gramer" ironic
KINGS DRIP
arandommeme he is goid but he aint even close to wanna the best out but he is good better than most odd future artists
codienedreamin *
Caleb King u gotta understand Rick and Morty to understand this
Gonçalo René
earl my dad is a alchoolic for 6 years and my dad and my mom are divorced.This song inspire me everyday thank you i appreciate your work
ASAP risk 🦋
Same earl make me get though everything
adrian ariosa
Lol same
john yanez
Grow up buddy none of us none of us have parents my grandma r raise my since 98