Inside
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics


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Fresh out the belly of the island
Into the heart of the city
T and them just hit the road
I had Sage and Nak and 'em with me
I thought the fodder was pretty
So I approached her
My first apartment was
Really covered with roaches


Cause niggas was really smoking
Gotta say that as of late
I been busy with business mostly
Got a tape? Catch a wave
Now you in the industry ocean
And missing out on your boat
I been figuring out my own fish
Home gets distant
We working I'm on the road again
Cold and his spirits is
Bursting up out the Trojan, man
Fridge full of spirits
And the crib mirror mirror
Let me hear why the niggas
That's the peers see and hear us
Then mimmick the fucking motions man
Keep the circle closed
Let them niggas front in the cul-de-sacs
Friendly with the chosen
The rest is getting the poker hand
Face-drinking smoker
It help me duck when emotion jab
Fame is the culprit
Who give me drugs without owing cash
Sipping 'til I melt
Never trying me, I'm diving
Falling victim to myself
Middle finger to the help
When it's problems I don't holler
Rather fix 'em by myself
When it's looking like it's quiet for you
This the shit to yell

This the shit right
Keep your chin high up
Cause when she ain't fucking with you
Then her friend might
Let you get up inside yup
Let this shit ride
You don't get it rocking
Like we do on this side nigga

I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
And lately I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily, daily

Overall Meaning

Earl Sweatshirt's song "Inside" is a melancholic introspection into the rapper's life journey. The opening lines of the song reveal that Earl has just returned from living on an island and is now back in the city. He's joined on this journey by "Sage and Nak" with whom he is familiar. Earl's first apartment, which he rented after returning to the city, is described as being infested with roaches due to the excessive smoking that took place there. However, the rapper doesn't seem too bothered by this as the song moves on to explore his more significant concerns.


Earl goes on to reveal that he's been spending most of his time lately focused on business. He's got a tape that's doing well, and he seems to be making some headway in the music industry. However, he laments that while he's busy chasing success, he's losing touch with the comfort of home. The references to cold and bursting spirits reveal that he's estranged from the pleasures of home and is becoming increasingly consumed by the competitive and often lonely world of the industry. The lyrics also take a contemplative turn as Earl suggests that fame played a role in leading him astray. He's drinking and smoking more and is quickly becoming a victim of his success. The song ends on a defiant note as Earl rejects any help and suggests that he'll fix his problems all by himself.


Line by Line Meaning

Fresh out the belly of the island
Just arrived from a secluded area to the busy center of activity


Into the heart of the city
Entered the busiest part of the city


T and them just hit the road
T and his friends recently left for a trip


I had Sage and Nak and 'em with me
I was accompanied by Sage, Nak, and others


I thought the fodder was pretty
I found something attractive and worth pursuing


So I approached her
I initiated a conversation with her


My first apartment was
The place where I first lived was


Really covered with roaches
Heavily infested with roaches


Cause niggas was really smoking
Because people were heavily smoking


Gotta say that as of late
Lately


I been busy with business mostly
I have mostly been occupied with business-related matters


Got a tape? Catch a wave
Do you have a mixtape? Catch a vibe


Now you in the industry ocean
Now you are part of the music industry


And missing out on your boat
You are failing to take advantage of the opportunities presented to you


I been figuring out my own fish
I have been discovering and cultivating my own unique musical style


Home gets distant
Home seems far away


We working I'm on the road again
We are working and I am back on the road


Cold and his spirits is
Feeling sad and depressed


Bursting up out the Trojan, man
Feeling intense emotions that are almost overwhelming


Fridge full of spirits
The fridge is full of alcoholic beverages


And the crib mirror mirror
And the bedroom's mirror reflects


Let me hear why the niggas
Tell me why other people


That's the peers see and hear us
That are in our same peer group see and perceive us


Then mimmick the fucking motions man
And try to emulate our behavior


Keep the circle closed
Keep the group of trusted friends small


Let them niggas front in the cul-de-sacs
Let those people hang out in the dead-end streets


Friendly with the chosen
Be friendly with the select few


The rest is getting the poker hand
The others are left with inferior cards


Face-drinking smoker
Someone who drinks and smokes heavily


It help me duck when emotion jab
It helps me avoid getting hurt by emotional blows


Fame is the culprit
Being famous is the main cause of the problem


Who give me drugs without owing cash
Who provides me with drugs without me having to pay for them


Sipping 'til I melt
Drinking until I am heavily intoxicated


Never trying me, I'm diving
I am not afraid of taking risks and diving headfirst into things


Falling victim to myself
Becoming trapped and struggling with my own thoughts and emotions


Middle finger to the help
Rejecting the help that is offered


When it's problems I don't holler
I never complain about problems


Rather fix 'em by myself
Instead, I prefer to solve the problems on my own


When it's looking like it's quiet for you
When it seems like things are not going well for you


This the shit to yell
This is the type of music to scream out loud to


This the shit right
This is the type of music that is popular right now


Keep your chin high up
Stay positive and confident


Cause when she ain't fucking with you
Because when the girl is not interested in you


Then her friend might
Then maybe her friend will be interested


Let you get up inside yup
Let you get intimate


Let this shit ride
Let the music continue playing


You don't get it rocking
You are not able to create an exciting atmosphere


Like we do on this side nigga
Like we do here, my friend


I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper
I smoke a joint before the ink dries on the paper


And lately I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily, daily
And lately, I have been feeling really down and not doing much, just staying inside every day.




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Written by: Thebe Kgositsile

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