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Cold Summers
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

In the first verse, Earl Sweatshirt talks about how he has been absent for some time, too long for "road runnin'" which could imply that he's been away from home, away from running the streets. He mentions a "trunk full of old hunnids" which could imply that he's been hustling or involved in some illegal activity. He also mentions an "old lover" who was scorned, indicating that some relationship he had ended poorly. He seems to suggest that he's grown from the experience, but still feels hunted and vulnerable. This is reflected in his choice of "substances" which allows him to escape from the harsh realities of life. The second half of the verse talks about his crew and how they're always up to something shady, smoking and getting ready to do something.


In the second verse, Earl Sweatshirt talks about "cold summers" which can be taken to mean difficult or hard times. He advises against getting into fights with strangers and suggests that some people keep a loaded gun, ready to shoot. He mentions being stuck in a hangar after smoking three joints, possibly suggesting that he's feeling trapped or stuck in some way. He then talks about muffling his pain and keeping his thoughts to himself, as he's trying to make sure he keeps his promise. He also suggests that people are confused and don't understand that the end is near. He's pounding his chest and keeping a noose around his neck, indicating that he's ready for whatever may come. The final lines of the song suggest that his crew is on the move and they have the power, while others are corny and clueless.


Overall, Cold Summers is a bleak and violent song that portrays a grim picture of life in the streets. Earl Sweatshirt seems to be reflecting on his experiences and the choices he's made, while also acknowledging the harsh realities of his environment. The song is filled with references to guns, drugs, and violence, making it a powerful commentary on the state of inner-city life.


Line by Line Meaning

The boy been gone a few summers
He has been away for many summers


Too long for road runnin'
It has been too long for him to roam around freely anymore


Trunk full of old hunnids
He has a full trunk of old hundred dollar bills


Of course my old lover was scorned
It is expected that his former lover would be angry at him


We grow from it
We learn and become better from our experiences


Don't tell me they don't hunt us for sport
People pursue us unnecessarily or for entertainment


I chose substances
He opted for drugs as a way of coping


No cuddles, the bases is all covered
He has everything he needs and desires except for love


Niggas come in the door and smoke somethin'
Friends come and join him to smoke drugs


Choke up on the slugger for home run hitters
He is going to swing hard for the fences


Nigga, it's on
Things are heating up and a confrontation is imminent


Chest up his head tucked on the floor
The person being confronted is trying to protect themselves


We pressed up on the boy
They have cornered and confronted him


No more bluff-in
There will be no more deceitful tactics


Cold summers, don't tussle with strangers
During the winters, strangers should be treated with caution


Some of those keep one in the chamber
Some people carry guns for protection


Three spliffs had my wing tips clipped
He smoked three joints and felt weighed down


I was stuck in a hangar, nigga
He felt trapped and unable to escape


Muffle my pain and muzzle my brain up
Suppress his emotional and mental distress


Really, I'm just making sure my promise is kept
He ensured that he kept his word or commitment


Chump confused if he know it's the end
The person being confronted is unaware of the consequences they will face


Kept the truth and I'm pounding my chest
He remained honest and proud of his actions


See it through, keep a noose hangin' off of my neck
Keep pushing forward despite the risk of danger or death


You got the juice? Niggas corny as shit
Do you have the power or control? Others lack ambition or innovation


We on the loose, niggas know what it is
They are free and others respect their tendencies


We makin' moves, you niggas corny as shit
They are actively progressing, others lack motivation


We got the juice, niggas know what it is
They have the power, others are aware of their authority




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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

ong😂

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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