Thebe Neruda Kgositsile (born February 24, 1994), better known as Earl Swea… Read Full Bio ↴Thebe Neruda Kgositsile (born February 24, 1994), better known as Earl Sweatshirt, is an American rapper, songwriter, and record producer. He released his debut mixtape, EARL, as a free digital download on the OFWGKTA website at sixteen years-old, with the help of founding OFWGKTA member Tyler, the Creator. During the years of 2010 - 2012, he was sent to a reform school, which prompted the #FreeEarl meme. His debut studio album, Doris, was released in 2013 to widespread critical acclaim. He followed this release up with his second album, I Don't Like Shit, I Don't Go Outside: An Album by Earl Sweatshirt, in 2015 to an equal amount of acclaim.
In 2018, he released his third studio album, Some Rap Songs, which was his last album with Columbia; following it up with the EP Feet of Clay in 2019 on Warner Records. His latest album, Sick!, was released in 2022, also on Warner Records.
In 2018, he released his third studio album, Some Rap Songs, which was his last album with Columbia; following it up with the EP Feet of Clay in 2019 on Warner Records. His latest album, Sick!, was released in 2022, also on Warner Records.
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Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics
Afternoon, afternoon
In front of at least three hundred eye-witnesses
Shit
Fuck, nigga
Promise I'll never forget
And I promise I knew what it is
When I knew you, you wasn't a snitch, snitch
Tisk-tisk (hell nah)
(Damn right Mr. Policeman I saw the whole thing)
Shit
Fuck, nigga
Promise I'll never forget
And I promise I knew what it is
When I knew you, you wasn't a snitch
Tisk-tisk
Run for your life
I took the cookies, put 'em to the side
Sunny day, but I'm cooking inside
Muddy path, but I'm taking my time
I need cash money, baby, we live
I remember they ain't save me a slot
Back up when niggas hit the jackpot
I got sense, I'm tryna get me some guap
I need the tint
Just like my daddy skin, dark
I seen your nigga, too bad he a mark
I see real niggas just jab, they don't bark
I see you tryna rekindle the spark
Reelin' from loss, yeah
Inner remorse, divorce your spirit and corpse, corpse
I tell you I'm hearing it all
The wisdom that's in your remarks
The silliness in you, I mourn
The moments that's tender and soft
I'm in 'em, the memories got strong
But some of 'em lost
The silliness in you, I mourn
The moments that's tender and soft
I'm in 'em, the memories got strong
But some of 'em long gone
Run for your life
I took the cookies, put 'em to the side
Sunny day, but I'm cooking inside
Muddy path, but I'm taking my time
Run for your, run for your life
I took the cookies, put 'em to the side
Sunny day, but I'm cooking inside
Muddy path, but I'm taking my time
In front of at least three hundred eye-witnesses
Shit
Fuck, nigga
Promise I'll never forget
And I promise I knew what it is
When I knew you, you wasn't a snitch, snitch
Tisk-tisk (hell nah)
(Damn right Mr. Policeman I saw the whole thing)
Fuck, nigga
Promise I'll never forget
And I promise I knew what it is
When I knew you, you wasn't a snitch
Tisk-tisk
Run for your life
I took the cookies, put 'em to the side
Sunny day, but I'm cooking inside
Muddy path, but I'm taking my time
I need cash money, baby, we live
I remember they ain't save me a slot
Back up when niggas hit the jackpot
I got sense, I'm tryna get me some guap
I need the tint
Just like my daddy skin, dark
I seen your nigga, too bad he a mark
I see real niggas just jab, they don't bark
I see you tryna rekindle the spark
Reelin' from loss, yeah
Inner remorse, divorce your spirit and corpse, corpse
I tell you I'm hearing it all
The wisdom that's in your remarks
The silliness in you, I mourn
The moments that's tender and soft
I'm in 'em, the memories got strong
But some of 'em lost
The silliness in you, I mourn
The moments that's tender and soft
I'm in 'em, the memories got strong
But some of 'em long gone
Run for your life
I took the cookies, put 'em to the side
Sunny day, but I'm cooking inside
Muddy path, but I'm taking my time
Run for your, run for your life
I took the cookies, put 'em to the side
Sunny day, but I'm cooking inside
Muddy path, but I'm taking my time
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Thebe Kgositsile
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