Mantra
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
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Cop, piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
I'ma show you how it's done right nigga
Drop this when the sunlight gone
Better run right home when the sky turn black
Screaming, "Fuck five-0" 'til my line go flat
In that ash-gray Beamer we'll be callin' that the pigeon coupe
Jack knife bitches to the couches in they living rooms
Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you
Back like how I need to style, I invented you
Act like you don't know the name
Only time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky
Listening to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch
Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a
Poster child, you're supposed to hate me
Bold and wild, you broke and angry, my nigga
Name getting bigger than the difference between us
Niggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'em
Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)
You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch
And if they hating in a passive tense, now they hounding dick
And you ain't ask for this
Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kids
Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound and a pic
Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick
And they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick
I said sweat (sweat), shirt (shirt)
You can tell the Reaper I'ma meet em when he send for me
With a cleaver, and a .30, and some twisted weed
I pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga
Get your lady
Cop, piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
You used to say you like violins
And your lifestyle depend on me
And I know it's night time when you get lonely
And tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me
And despite all the facts that you got phony
You gonna tell them bout the night that you exposed me
For the bastard I was
And how I probably smashed every bitch that I passed in the club
And the last couple months was the worst
Cause I smashed all the trust
That I earned in the past couple months
That we had as a couple
My absence, a fuss
Was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve
We just smashed and we scuffled
Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you
Now you're taking all your property back and it's obvious that
That apart from the fact that we fuck and it's bomb
And I hate when you home
And when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag
Man I brought you some shit
And I bought you some shit
What you offering here?
What the fuck you offering here?
I shouldn't even, fuck, fuck this, fuck all this shit
Young nigga, get your lady, cop piff
Inhale and cough, rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
Earl Sweatshirt's song Mantra details the rapper's take on a number of themes, including fame and its consequences, his sexual encounters with women, and the breakup of a romantic relationship. He speaks about his newfound celebrity status, mentioning how it has impacted his life and those around him, often in negative ways. The opening lines, "Get your lady, cop, piff, inhale and cough, rip the label off this, picked the road that got twists, I'm holding my dick and playing cautious" set the tone for the rest of the song, with Earl Sweatshirt referring to drug use and promiscuity as a coping mechanism.
Earl also speaks about a previous failed relationship, where he was unfaithful to his partner and has lost the trust he had earned. He expresses regret for his actions yet acknowledges that he can not undo what has been done. The line "I shouldn't even, fuck, fuck this, fuck all this shit" is a statement of his inability to undo his past mistakes.
Overall, Mantra serves as a snapshot into Earl Sweatshirt's life, detailing his rise to fame and the impact it has had on his personal relationships. He doesn't shy away from the negative consequences of fame and his own personal struggles.
Line by Line Meaning
Get your lady
Go and get your girl
Cop, piff, inhale and cough
Buy some weed, smoke it, and cough
Rip the label off this
Take the label off the bottle or blunt
Picked the road that got twists
Chose a path with many unexpected turns
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
Being careful and defensive
I'ma show you how it's done right nigga
I'm going to demonstrate how to do things properly
Drop this when the sunlight gone
Release this track when it's night-time
Better run right home when the sky turn black
Make sure you get home safe when it's dark
Screaming, "Fuck five-0" 'til my line go flat
Yelling "fuck the police" until I lose my voice
In that ash-gray Beamer we'll be callin' that the pigeon coupe
Cruising in a gray BMW, which we'll refer to as the "pigeon coupe"
Jack knife bitches to the couches in they living rooms
Attacking women and throwing them onto their couches
Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you
If someone asks who the best rapper is, they won't choose you
Back like how I need to style, I invented you
I taught you how to rap and how to dress
Act like you don't know the name
Pretend like you don't know who I am
Only time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky
I only stop eating when I'm having sex with a woman who smells bad
Listening to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch
Listening to music and receiving oral sex while driving
Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a
Girls snorting cocaine off someone's pinky finger
Poster child, you're supposed to hate me
I'm the perfect example of someone to hate
Bold and wild, you broke and angry, my nigga
You're angry and broke, while I'm daring and confident
Name getting bigger than the difference between us
My reputation is growing faster than the distance between us
Niggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'em
Rappers are disingenuous, so I don't collaborate with many of them
Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)
My name includes the words "sweatshirt"
You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch
When people start acting differently around you because you're famous, you know you've made it
And if they hating in a passive tense, now they hounding dick
If someone is passive-aggressively hating on me, they're actually envious
And you ain't ask for this
I never asked for the fame and attention, it's just part of the job
Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kids
Now, I'm followed by an enormous group of fans
Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound and a pic
I can't be upset when fans ask for photos and handshakes
Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick
They're the ones who drive up my online popularity
And they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick
They're the ones who make me successful and wealthy
You used to say you like violins
You used to enjoy the finer things in life
And your lifestyle depend on me
Your lifestyle was tied to mine
And I know it's night time when you get lonely
I know you're lonely when it's dark outside
And tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me
You complain to your friends how I cheated on you
And despite all the facts that you got phony
Despite your lies and fake stories
You gonna tell them bout the night that you exposed me
You'll tell them our secrets and expose me to the world
For the bastard I was
For the asshole that I used to be
And how I probably smashed every bitch that I passed in the club
And how I've probably had sex with every woman at the club
And the last couple months was the worst
The last few months were the most difficult
Cause I smashed all the trust
Because I betrayed your trust
That I earned in the past couple months
That I built up over the last few months
That we had as a couple
That we shared together as a couple
My absence, a fuss
My absence made you feel upset and agitated
Was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve
It was an issue that we never truly resolved
We just smashed and we scuffled
We just fought and had sex
Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you
Trying to stay calm, but eventually losing my temper
Now you're taking all your property back and it's obvious that
Now you're taking your things and it's clear that
That apart from the fact that we fuck and it's bomb
Besides having great sex together
And I hate when you home
I can't stand when you're around
And when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag
When I'm away, I don't call you because you're annoying
Man I brought you some shit
I bought you some nice things
And I bought you some shit
I also bought you other things
What you offering here?
What are you bringing to the table?
What the fuck you offering here?
What the hell do you have to offer?
I shouldn't even, fuck, fuck this, fuck all this shit
I shouldn't even be bothered with this situation, I'm so over it
Young nigga, get your lady, cop piff
Young man, go get your girl and buy some weed
Inhale and cough, rip the label off this
Smoke and cough, take the label off the bottle or blunt
Picked the road that got twists
Chose a path with many unexpected turns
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious
Being careful and defensive
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Written by: Thebe Kgositsile
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