In an interview with NPR, Earl talked about how this track touches on the topic of how he felt uncomfortable at home when he was 16. That was shortly before his mother sent him to Samoa.
Faucet
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
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Face getting gray from the ash, but I'm laughing
That's the trace of me nigga
Fuck out my face while I'm thinking
Ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute
My days numbered
I'm focused heavy on making the most of 'em
I feel like I'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards
It's still fuck you and whoever you showed up with
Just trying to see an end and some steadier hands
Who you callin' your mans
Bet you thought he was solid
When he really just sand
Washing away with the water
I'm a land mammal
Staying away from the altar
Shit changed in the August
In the wake of that August
Last autumn the leaves fell
And I raked in the profit
Disobeying the doctor
The good guy prescribe, faith they never caught 'em
Chasing these rabbits, whole face in the faucet
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po
When I run, don't chase me
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po
When I run, don't chase me
Solid, so the funds don't phase me
On tour wildin' by the truck stop racists
As hard as finding me a, a common thread between us
Raised different, my momma, she born readily
To get shit poppin' like the gun's off safety
Sayin' easy and doing harder when you get caught up
Raised neck and neck with Nak, so I'm a fluid brawler
Rain checkin' on ya product, never (im)'pressing papa
Out the toaster, I gotta focus on my family problems
Shrunk and widen up with the bumps in my personal filings
It hurt cause I can't keep a date or put personal time in
A reverse of the times when my face didn't surprise you
Before I did the shit that earned me my term on that island
Can't put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket
Shit in a pile, never change, I'm stupid for tryin'
Still this nigga too busy wildin'
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po
When I run, don't chase me
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I hope my phone break, let it ring
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po
When I run, don't chase me
In the song Faucet by Earl Sweatshirt, there is a sense of detachment and frustration that permeates through the lyrics. Earl raps about feeling like he doesn't have a place to call home, with the line "And I don't know who house to call home lately". He talks about distancing himself from people who might not have his best interest in mind and trying to focus on personal growth. Earl feels alienated from the world around him and the people he encounters.
In addition to exploring these themes of alienation and self-preservation, there is also a sense of introspection throughout the song. Earl is reflecting on his life and the choices he has made, with lines like "It hurt cause I can't keep a date or put personal time in / A reverse of the times when my face didn't surprise you". It feels like he is trying to make sense of who he is and who he wants to be.
Overall, Faucet is a song that grapples with complex emotions and ideas. Earl Sweatshirt explores feelings of detachment, frustration, and introspection as he tries to navigate his way through life.
Line by Line Meaning
Chef Sweaty braising your faculty
I'm taking your academic career to the next level
Face getting gray from the ash, but I'm laughing
I'm going through tough times, but I'm still trying to enjoy life
That's the trace of me nigga
My struggle is what makes me who I am
Fuck out my face while I'm thinking
I need some space to think and work on myself
Ain't step foot up in my momma place for a minute
I haven't been back home in a while
My days numbered
I'm aware of my own mortality
I'm focused heavy on making the most of 'em
I'm determined to make the most of the time I have left
I feel like I'm the only one pressin' to grow upwards
I want to improve myself, but not many people around me share the same ambition
It's still fuck you and whoever you showed up with
I don't like you or anyone you associate with
Just trying to see an end and some steadier hands
I want to find stability and consistency in my life
Who you callin' your mans
I don't trust the people that you call your friends
Bet you thought he was solid
You thought he was trustworthy and reliable
When he really just sand
He's unreliable and easily influenced
Washing away with the water
He's easily washed away and forgotten
I'm a land mammal
I'm grounded and stable
Staying away from the altar
I'm not religious
Shit changed in the August
Things changed drastically in the month of August
In the wake of that August
As a result of what happened in August
Last autumn the leaves fell
Things fell apart around this time last year
And I raked in the profit
I made a lot of money during that time
Disobeying the doctor
I'm not following the advice of authority figures
The good guy prescribe, faith they never caught 'em
The people in power may not have our best interests at heart
Chasing these rabbits, whole face in the faucet
I'm working hard and staying focused on my goals
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I don't feel like I belong anywhere right now
I hope my phone break, let it ring
I don't want to deal with anyone right now
Toe to toe with the foes, new and old
I'm dealing with enemies both new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po
Some women are trying to trap me
When I run, don't chase me
If I'm running away, don't try to follow me
Solid, so the funds don't phase me
I'm financially stable
On tour wildin' by the truck stop racists
I'm traveling and experiencing racism along the way
As hard as finding me a, a common thread between us
It's difficult to find similarities between myself and others
Raised different, my momma, she born readily
I was raised differently than others, but my mother did her best to provide for me
To get shit poppin' like the gun's off safety
I'm trying to be successful and start something new
Sayin' easy and doing harder when you get caught up
It's easy to talk, but harder to take action when you're in a tough situation
Raised neck and neck with Nak, so I'm a fluid brawler
I grew up fighting and being close with someone named Nak
Rain checkin' on ya product, never (im)'pressing papa
I'm not impressed with your work and won't be buying it anytime soon
Out the toaster, I gotta focus on my family problems
I need to focus on personal issues within my family
Shrunk and widen up with the bumps in my personal filings
I've had ups and downs in my life that have affected me mentally
It hurt cause I can't keep a date or put personal time in
I'm struggling to maintain relationships and take care of myself
A reverse of the times when my face didn't surprise you
Things used to be different and less complicated
Before I did the shit that earned me my term on that island
Before I did something that led to me being isolated
Can't put a smile on your face through your purse or your pocket
Money won't make you happy
Shit in a pile, never change, I'm stupid for tryin'
Things keep piling up and I feel like I'm making no progress
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Written by: Thebe Kgositsile
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