Earl Sweatshirt - Inside lyrics
[Earl Sweatshirt - Inside lyrics]
Yeah man, you know what I’m saying? Already
You crazy for this one!
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 fauna was pretty
So I approached her (I did)
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
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 the spirit's is bursting
Up out the Trojan, man
Fridge full of spirit's in the crib
Mirror, mirror
Let me hear why the niggas that's
The peers see and hear us
Then mimic the fucking motions, man
Keep the circle close
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, Devil trying me
I'm dodging falling victim to myself
Middle finger to the help
When it's problems, I don't holler
Rather fix 'em on myself
When it's looking like it's quiet for you
This the shit to yell this the shit, right
(Yup) , 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 (Yup)
You don't get it rocking like
We do on this side, nigga
Ayy ayy
I blow a spliff before the
Ink dries on the paper (Yup)
And lately, I don't like shit, I
Been inside on the daily, daily
You crazy for this one!
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 fauna was pretty
So I approached her (I did)
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
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 the spirit's is bursting
Up out the Trojan, man
Fridge full of spirit's in the crib
Mirror, mirror
Let me hear why the niggas that's
The peers see and hear us
Then mimic the fucking motions, man
Keep the circle close
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, Devil trying me
I'm dodging falling victim to myself
Middle finger to the help
When it's problems, I don't holler
Rather fix 'em on myself
When it's looking like it's quiet for you
This the shit to yell this the shit, right
(Yup) , 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 (Yup)
You don't get it rocking like
We do on this side, nigga
Ayy ayy
I blow a spliff before the
Ink dries on the paper (Yup)
And lately, I don't like shit, I
Been inside on the daily, daily