Couch
Tyler The Creator Lyrics


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Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Lucky seven probably poppa
Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Things changed when I hassled back, so
David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
Snapple fact: you rather wack
While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts
Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks
Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
The Gang of Wolves and creeps and Crips
Is deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'
Braggin' tell these faggots to stop naggin'
'Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it
But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban
I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon
And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'
My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch

I'm back on my sixty six sick shit
Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter
Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it
And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
Fuckin' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
Get the Zippo and spark the shit




Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started it

Overall Meaning

The song "Couch" by Tyler The Creator and Earl Sweatshirt delves into themes of aggression, power, and rebellion. The lyrics start off by discussing the singer's struggles with fitting in due to being picked on and hassled. However, the tables turn once he begins to retaliate, showing the power dynamic shift in his favor. The following verse takes a dark turn as Earl Sweatshirt details graphic and violent scenarios showing his disregard for society's norms and rules. The final verse concludes with Earl taunting his competition and bragging about his ability to take over their work and assert his dominance.


Throughout the song, there is an underlying message of challenging societal norms and expectations. Earl Sweatshirt's disregard for conventional morality and social decorum speaks to the idea that sometimes people need to break free from constraints in order to assert their power and individuality. This rebellious spirit is embodied in the "Odd Future Wolf Gang" mentioned in the lyrics, a group known for their anti-establishment attitudes and subversive music.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, was always smartmouthed and quick-witted
I have always been sharp-tongued and clever


But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
But I always felt like something was missing


Lucky seven probably poppa
My father was likely a lucky man


Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him
Since I was small, people picked on me and harassed me


Things changed when I hassled back, so
But things changed when I finally stood up for myself


David hit the pavement with this grapple rap
I used my rap skills to take down my enemies


Snapple fact: you rather wack
The truth is that you're not very good


While I am poppin' like a snappin' crack
But I am very successful


So high you could see like Tallahass, the opposite of cataracts
I am so successful that I can see clearly


Matter fact I am Farmer John milkin' cattle tracks
I'm making lots of money


Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season
My life is full of excitement and I am unemotional


Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen
I am very talented and I rap about sex


So when the street is split, don't act surprised, agree with it
Don’t be surprised when people oppose each other in the streets


The Gang of Wolves and creeps and Crips
There are many gangs in the area, including the Wolves, creeps, and Crips


Is deep as Dawson's Creek and shit
These gangs are deep and well-established


I pray they got gills either that or grab some floaties
I hope they can swim or have floatation devices


I know I got skills, why you think I'm posted boastin'
I am very skilled and proud of it


Braggin' tell these faggots to stop naggin'
I'm telling people to stop bothering me


'Cause them Wolf Gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like
My fans are very loyal and won’t leave my side


Uh, was always fucked up as shit with it
I have always been messed up


But I didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll
But I didn't truly become problematic until I reached a certain point


I got you niggas nervous like virgins flirtin' with Uncle Mervin
I make people nervous like inexperienced people flirting with a creepy uncle


Fuckin' y'all with no lubricant, go grab the detergent
I am violating you without any regard for your comfort, go clean yourself up


I preach to demons at your church, now I'm the newest sermon
I am so evil that demons listen to me and I will corrupt your church


Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban
I am wearing very little clothing and my gun matches my turban


I drive through white suburbans in the black Suburban swervin'
I drive recklessly through white neighborhoods


Hittin' curbs and blastin' Erick Sermon drunk off English Bourbon
I am drunk and reckless, crashing into curbs while listening to music


I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses I'm a crooked surgeon
I am a criminal who steals and rapes, like a twisted doctor


And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, I'm a German
I dominate the beat like a German fascist, but in a sterilized way


I'm squirtin' while I'm masturbatin' and regurgitatin'
I am masturbating and vomiting at the same time


From eatin' Miley Cyrus salad pussy platter they were servin'
I am eating out Miley Cyrus, who is serving her 'pussy salad'


My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve
I only have one goal, to masturbate because I have a curved penis


So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
Women don't like having sex with me, like it's a form of punishment


This my Zombie Circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
My music is a crazy and wild ride, and you should come along


Odd Future Wolf Gang like they're filmin' Twilight in this bitch
Our group is so cool that it's like we're making our own vampire movie here


I'm back on my sixty six sick shit
I'm back to being twisted


Flowin' like the blood out the competition's slit wrists
My rap flow is like the blood gushing from my defeated competitors


She lick it up, Dracula, then spit it back, back at ya
A woman will perform oral sex on me, then spit it back in my face


She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black Acura
She's angry and trapped in the back of a car


Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
I drugged her, now she's hallucinating and suffering


Hello Heather yellow feathers now you ain't laughin', huh
She's no longer laughing, now that she's in trouble


Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
You are barely alive and stranded on a boat


While I fill you up with semen from the Wolf Gang team and
I'm making you pregnant with the semen of my rap group


Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter
My flow is as strong as the semen inside your daughter


Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
I should eat her for dinner and drink a lot of water with it


I grab the saw and sawed of her arm and auctioned it
I cut off her arm and sold it at an auction


And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
I covered her teeth in gold and used them to floss


Fuckin' awesome spittin' box of trees, got you niggas
My rhymes are awesome, and I smoke weed while doing it


Shakin' like it's Parkinsons from the clitoris of Kelly Clarkson's dick
You're shaking uncontrollably, like you got Parkinson's, from a woman named Kelly Clarkson's penis


Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
I'm pressing you with an iron, and now it's time to make it stiff


Drown your bitch in a tub of cum and throw a shark in it
I'm suggesting to kill your girlfriend in a tub of semen and throw a shark in there


Find a random abandoned garage and go to park in it
Find an empty garage to park in


Find Earl lying on the burgundy carpet, pull my knife out, sharpen it
Find Earl on the red carpet, and sharpen your knife


Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him
Stab him with an arched knife, and then pour gasoline on him


Get the Zippo and spark the shit
Light him on fire with a Zippo lighter


Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
Leave the scene in a van and abandon the body


Killed him on his own track, the faggot shouldn't have started it
I killed Earl on his own song, he shouldn't have started this beef




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Thebe Kgositsile, Tyler Okonma

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Comments from YouTube:

@heIIokittyswag

Man, Earl and Tyler are so talented. The bars Earl was spitting on this shit at like 15 or 16 was insane bro.

@ilovejohnari

Earl and bastard were 2 albums I had on repeat at the skatepark in middleschool. At that time there weren’t really any rappers who were true skaters so when I heard odd future I was immediately hooked

@solacelovesmudders

fr. only issue i had is that the only songs i liked on bastard were bastard, 7, odd toddlers, vcr, sarah, and inglorious so i gotta like skip the whole album

@Nightmarri

what abt assmilk@@solacelovesmudders

@Alexis77786

Still fire in 2023

@fandycandy1547

Based

@OracleofRofocale

Agreed

@YamiTheCreator

B A S E D

@fandycandy1547

@YUNG PROMETHAZINE based

@Buzz852

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