Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics

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Said this a hit of liquid heroin
Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin
'Til one of us leave in an ambulance
Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes
You ain't gon' live 'til you die
Intelligent bitch on my side
She bitching I'm spitting habitual lies
I hit her up when my jet land

Got a swisher tucked in my headband
Front page news, I'm young Jesus
Eating bagels with no cable on
Been fucking hoes since when Mase was on
I hope that Basedgod hears my prayers
One day you're here, the next day you're gone
So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn
Some dope rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack
Don't hold back, no, feed your girl Cognac
Meet a bitch, sleeping wit her, feverish, diva chick
Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a list
Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker
I could pull your bitch with a whisper and diss her
Dumbass ho
She only dumb cause she love that though
Somewhere getting high reading Juxtapoz
I hit her up she come through and watch Adjustment Bureau
("That's a good movie!")
Moms love me cause I'm so commercial
I fuck 'em raw cause I know they fertile
In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece
Hotel lobbies playing Für Elise
I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules
Slap a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me
I said Josh's beard is like Paul Revere
When he walk in the room it's like God is here
I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing tomohawks
At civilians I'm chilling

I'm on the monitor nigga
She taking it like a champ
And I'm proud of her nigga
I'm on the couch where that loud is burning
I'm shouting, "I don't fuck with you"
Cause I don't, never love a ho
But we could play doctor, ma
Open wide for thermometer
Your cowgirl's crotch riding
With a clean, faded fro, lopsided
Tell the label that I want a white driver
And tell him give me space, I don't know that nigga
Bold ass little fuckin' low class villian
Whole van tinted, nope can't kill him
It's the Trashwang nigga, that's what's up
Half pint of hope in that plastic cup
Real nigga from the start 'til the casket shut
Present his own case as a basket one
Present-day based nigga, smack the judge
Riding with them same niggas ashin' blunts
While that bass make his face like he mad or somethin'
Slide in the safe, take the cash and run
Know that if he fake I'm harrassin' him
Took the big toe so they tagged the tongue
Out here stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog
Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust
Pipe only spirit that I hold menthol
It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these paws
Living like it's '62
Spit and grip my genitals
My bitch to split the swisher
My niggas split the residuals

Hey, it's marijuana fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott
Heron while we pill pop
Errand run and kill cop
Niggas know I feel not
For 'em, stop bitching, bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked open

Hey, it's marijuana fields
Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott
Heron while we pill pop
Errand run and kill cop
Niggas know I feel not

For 'em, stop bitching, bruh
Stare and get that grill knocked open

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Earl Sweatshirt's song "Guild" build a tapestry of street-level observations, drug use, and clever wordplay. The first line highlights a dark and dangerous aspect of addiction that people sometimes overlook – the reality that for some, drug use can feel overwhelmingly good, possibly even better than anything else they've ever experienced. The line serves to set up the rest of the verse, which describes a reckless and uncontrolled state of being akin to the kind of adrenaline-fueled rush you'd feel battling it out with a Jedi master.

The next few lines describe the rapper lighting up a joint and being acutely aware of his own mortality – "You ain't gon' live 'til you die." The lines that follow offer a sort of glimpse into his personal life - a glimpse into a contentious and possibly strained romantic relationship. The mention of a habitual liar shows us that Earl is far from perfect himself, with his tendency to let the truth take a back seat at times. He continues to describe a laid-back-but-colorful lifestyle – jet-setting, smoking out with friends, and rubbing shoulders with some of rap's bigwigs. The verse ends with a dismissive declaration of his sexual prowess and a reference to drug use.

The second verse is largely a string of boastful claims punctuated by violence and references to drug use. The speaker describes himself as a "real nigga" unafraid to take risks and disregard societal norms. The line "It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these paws" is a nod to the collective of which he is a part. The final lines, "Niggas know I feel not/ For 'em, stop bitching, bruh/ Stare and get that grill knocked open" make clear that the speaker is not one to take criticism lightly and will not hesitate to put someone in their place if they cross him.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Malcolm McCormick, Thebe Kgositsile

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