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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VinhXo2k6

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



L

So I'm fourteen and this is just some Shit I wrote based off a personal experience and how I felt at that period in my life that on paper seems stupid but honestly kind of traumatized me and If you could read it and give me your feed back that would make me happy. If youd like me to explain I will

Young boys
Been lost for a few summers

And I constantly find my self going
under
Couldn't tell if it was faux or if it was real
I was just holding it hopeful it would kill

He didn't know what was coming he had it too
He was just hopeing it wouldn't happen ta two
He tried to reach out to him but it was to no evale he had a premonition that he was on a mission he set sail on his skiff but felt him self sinking under

I woke up to find my self with no covers
Covered in my in my own sweat
I couldn't breath I could see it but I couldn't belive it as I was sinking I found myself lost for a few summers



komodo tres mil

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



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Goof

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

Unkind Thing

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Tallows

if you like this type of beat try listening to Boards of Canada

nbasavage2013

Fr

Goof

Agreed

John Byrd

Yeah like a bunch of drake songs

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Ura Sensei

Not gonna lie....2018 has been a good ass year for music

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@Oliver Goodman okay Oliver

Oliver Goodman

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Chiyo Chan Music

@Reece im good but you tried it

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