Orange Juice
Earl Sweatshirt feat. Tyler The Creator Lyrics


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So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressin', huh?
Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' 'em
Hand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em
Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
Fuckin' chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
Chillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em
Let the crowd choose who can fuckin' last longer
It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer
Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica
That we picked up at the last concert
Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels
He's the junior king standin' out shoutin' on the balcony
How come he's not in counselin'? Fucka's loud while he's sound asleep
Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga was Courage cowardly?
Stay Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team
Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be countin' calories

Fuck with the Wolves, we startin' to bark viciously
Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be
Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand
That Bastard was buzzin' like Woody so we get it for free
Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off
I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off
Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement
Cause I've been doin' this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robin, son
Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin
Do not give a fuck I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick
But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip
Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard
The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger
And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
All you fuckin' bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement
Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin




A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then
2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Earl Sweatshirt and Tyler The Creator's song Orange Juice are full of vivid and often explicit imagery. The song is a celebration of the rappers' youth and their success in the music industry, with lines like "Hand 'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em, snappin' necks and records in a matter of seconds check 'em son" highlighting their confidence and ability to create music that resonates with their fans. The lyrics also touch on themes of violence and aggression, with lines like "Fuckin' chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done, no FX, in these doper than sess sessions son." There is also a sense of defiance in the lyrics, with Tyler The Creator declaring that he doesn't give a fuck about what others think, and that he's got the swagger of a virgin's dick.


Line by Line Meaning

So I'm guessin' there's questions that need addressin', huh?
I assume there are some matters that need to be addressed, don't you think?


Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wreckin' 'em
We are young and successful at what we do.


Hand'em tracks, he destined to make a mess of 'em
Give him beats and he'll make a mess with them.


Snappin' necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
He's so good he can break records and necks in mere seconds, check him out.


Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
He lost his hard-on and found it with an aggressive nun.


Fuckin' chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
He's beating up guys until he's out of breath and done with them.


No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
There are no special effects, just dope sessions of music.


Chillin' for a while on a pile of the rest of 'em
He's relaxing on a pile with the rest of them.


Let the crowd choose who can fuckin' last longer
Let the audience decide who can last longer at rapping.


It's the rap monger, rap monster Earl Sweat attack, conquer
Earl Sweat is the rap monger and rap monster who attacks and conquers.


Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica
They don't lose much, they only lose like the last white girl.


That we picked up at the last concert
They picked her up at the last concert they attended.


Please, get out ya seat, get out ya seat, verses written with scalpels
Please stand up, verses are written as precisely as with scalpels.


He's the junior king standin' out shoutin' on the balcony
He's a young king standing out and shouting on the balcony.


How come he's not in counselin'? Fucka's loud while he's sound asleep
Why isn't he in therapy? He talks loud even when he's sleeping.


Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga was Courage cowardly?
He's supposed to be good at rapping, but is he really brave?


Stay Gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's Alpha Team
Stay pure like gold, we are the rapping world's alpha team.


Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
Like Mr. T, they have powder in their mouths as well.


And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
They have chowder in their nose, and they're cutting out all the doubters.


Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be countin' calories
Watch him count the number of dead bodies like women count calories.


Fuck with the Wolves, we startin' to bark viciously
Don't mess with us, we're starting to get angry.


Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be
You'll find us in a pile of dead women's bodies.


Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand
We wear Box Logo hoodies and receive gifts from friends who understand us.


That Bastard was buzzin' like Woody so we get it for free
We get things for free because our music is popular, like Woody from Toy Story.


Had to duct tape the mother goose the mask was off
We had to duct-tape something and remove the mask from mother goose.


I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off
I fell down a hill and then had a woman named Jill give me a hand job.


Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement
I'm harder than my penis when Taylor Swift is in my basement.


Cause I've been doin' this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robin, son
I've been rapping since Winnie the Pooh slept with Christopher Robin - that's how long I've been doing this.


Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
Wolf Gang is printed on my shirt like something that smells.


Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin
A dirty, nasty person picked it from a cotton gin.


Do not give a fuck I've got the swagger of a virgin's dick
I don't care, I have the confidence of a virgin's penis.


But if I did it would be bigger than Earl's upper lip
If I did care, my confidence would be bigger than Earl's upper lip.


Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I'm drinking sizzurp and wearing Supreme on my shirt.


I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard
I eat a lot of tacos with Waverly's favorite wizard (a fictional character from the Harry Potter books).


The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger
The favorite guy turned into Freddy Kruger (a character from a horror movie franchise).


And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
This is some raw music, like chopping up dead bodies in a sewer.


From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Jeffrey Dahmer's hands made these kicks, and the baby mamas like them.


Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
The kicks feel good, like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna.


All you fuckin' bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
You bloggers are talking too much about irrelevant things.


I'll shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement
I'll make you eat our music, and then vomit my poop.


Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies they're Peter like boysenberries
Those 2DopeBoyz are weak and effeminate, like Peter and boysenberries.


Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
Meka is scary, he's like a white version of Jim Carrey's character in the movie Twins.


A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then
It's just a bunch of guys here, when will they stop being afraid to get married?


2DopeBoyz don't want beef, they're just overweight vegetarians
2DopeBoyz don't want to fight, they're just fat vegetarians.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GERARD LONG, TYLER OKONMA

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Comments from YouTube:

@talia6429

Just saw this live. It's so good to see Tyler and Earl back together.

@1181darkfire

at campflognaw 2016?

@Assholekitchenwoman

Left Leg are you stupid

@1181darkfire

Per Parker are you dumb? because they just performed this at cfg

@Assholekitchenwoman

Left Leg no shit but this dude posted it way before cfg fucktard

@buckoboii

Had to be I remember that show. That was my first Flog Gnaw

@javaughnturner5731

& another thing, I don't think I've ever heard such a perfect drop tbh like the way the beat came back was too smooth 1:32

@TheMachopp

this song is underrated

@zxzat

Most underrated song in my opinion

@freerangeteacup

why isnt this on spotify

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