Cold Summers
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics


The boy been gone a few summers
Too long for road runnin'
Trunk full of old hunnids
Of course my old lover was scorned
We grow from it
Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport
I chose substances
No cuddles, the bases is all covered
Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'
Choke up on the slugger for home run hitters
Nigga, it's on
Chest up his head tucked on the floor
We pressed up on the boy
No more bluff-in
Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers
Some of those keep one in the chamber
Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped
I was stuck in a hangar, nigga
Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up
Really, I'm just making sure my promise is kept
Chump confused if he know it's the end
Kept the truth and I'm pounding my chest
See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck
You got the juice? Niggas corny as shit
We on the loose, niggas know what it is
We makin' moves, you niggas corny as shit
We got the juice, niggas know what it is

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Written by: Emmanuel Baloka, Jimmy Stormy, Thebe Kgositsile, Willy N'for

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olma tadesse

We roam tundras
The boy been gone a few summers too long from road runnin'
Trunk full of old hunnids
Of course my old lover was scorned, we grow from it
Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport, I chose substances
No cuddles, the bases is all covered
Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'
Choke up on the slugger from home run-ins
Nigga it's on, chest thump, his head thump on the floor
We pressed up on the boy, no more bluffin'
Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers
Some of those keep one in the chamber
Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped, I was stuck in a hangar, nigga
Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up
Really, I'm just makin' sure my promise is kept
Chuck a duece if you know it's the end
Kept the truth in my palm and my chest
See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck
We got the juice, niggas corny as shit
We on the loose, niggas know what it is
We makin' moves, niggas corny as shit
We got the juice, niggas know what it is
Yeah
It is night and like the others I clean my weapons
It is all so familiar



Sopplin my Bopplin

The boy been gone a few summers
Too long for road runnin'
Trunk full of old hunnids
Of course my old lover was scorned
We grow from it
Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport
I chose substances
No cuddles, the bases is all covered
Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'
Choke up on the slugger for home run hitters
Nigga, it's on
Chest up his head tucked on the floor
We pressed up on the boy
No more bluff-in
Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers
Some of those keep one in the chamber
Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped
I was stuck in a hangar, nigga
Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up
Really, I'm just making sure my promise is kept
Chump confused if he know it's the end
Kept the truth and I'm pounding my chest
See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck
You got the juice? Niggas corny as shit
We on the loose, niggas know what it is
We makin' moves, you niggas corny as shit
We got the juice, niggas know what it is



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Goof

This the type of song that makes you feel nostalgic even though you've never heard it before

fufu

Fr

Goof

Agreed

John Byrd

Yeah like a bunch of drake songs

s beezy

Facts

Clayman Clutcher

this song make u feel like throwin his cd in the trash can.

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MF DOOM would be proud πŸ’―

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@ecoterrorism_liker yoooo.... man.

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