The track is produced by RandomBlackDude—the producer alter-ego of Earl Sweatshirt—and on the song’s sole verse, Earl manages to discuss a variety of topics varying from substance abuse to home robberies—the track’s title juxtaposes “cold” and “summer” as contrasts to each other, and Earl metaphorically combines a positive word with a negative adjective to describe the effects of a “cold summer”—this idea is also portrayed in the lyrics:
"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"
The track’s title juxtaposes “cold” and “summer” as contrasts to each other, and Earl metaphorically combines a positive word with a negative adjective to describe the effects of a “cold summer."
Additionally, Earl might have had a cold summer himself this year as he would’ve been indoors recording Some Rap Songs rather than outside enjoying the warm weather.
Cold Summers
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
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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
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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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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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
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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
Goof
This the type of song that makes you feel nostalgic even though you've never heard it before
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Tallows
if you like this type of beat try listening to Boards of Canada
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Goof
Agreed
John Byrd
Yeah like a bunch of drake songs
Ura Sensei
Not gonna lie....2018 has been a good ass year for music
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@Oliver Goodman okay Oliver
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@Reece im good but you tried it