Couldn't Miss This One

Earl Sweatshirt - Sirius Blac (Live)

00:22 - Riot! 
01:27 - Molasses 
03:29 - 20 Wave Cap 
05:55 - December 24 
07:47 - Ontheway! 
09:27 - The Mint 
12:15 - The Bends 
13:49 - Loosie 
14:48 - Azucar 
17:03 - Grief 
20:23 - WIND IN MY SAILS 
23:19 - SHROOMS (Unreleased) 
26:02 - All In (Unreleased) 
26:53 - OD 
28:38 - Head Heavy (unreleased) 
30:45 - Nowhere2go 
33:34 - (I be) Outside
34:46 - E.Coli 
36:44 - Off Top 
38:30 - AM // Radio 
42:37 - Quest/Power 
44:28 - Shattered Dreams

PitchFork Festival

Earl Sweatshirt - PitchFork Live ²⁰¹⁹

Camp Flog Gnaw Carnival

Earl Sweatshirt - Camp Flog Gnaw ²⁰¹⁸

Earl Sweatshirt - Camp Flog Gnaw ²⁰¹⁹

Earl Sweatshirt - Slow Learners (unreleased)


Look, it's all pen, it's all for real niggas
It's gone in a song, it's still with us
It feel different
My heart and my will in it
Bars ain't my only meal ticket
Regardless, I'm in a field, nigga
It's all pen, it's all- I twist the spliff with both hands
Bitches heard about a nigga, so they hollering for mo'
And getting with the program
I think i feel my body getting cold and I ain't bring a clothe'
I'm walking like an old man
And look at all the shit I do to cope with shit
I do the most when I get on the ropes and
Still think I'm 'bout to hit the dope man
My nigga if I'm walking talking 'bout four grams
You gon' have me walking with whole bags
This bitch is center on a coast tan
Bucket swerved and stopping for no man
We back in service, pack your shit up
Taxidermy rapping niggas for fun
My past determined what's finna come
My nigga skip the sermon, pass me the blunt
I knew the verdict 'fore the gavel went up
I know i judged you early back at the jump


Earl Sweatshirt - Old Man (unreleased)

Earl Sweatshirt - All In (unreleased)

Earl Sweatshirt - Shrooms (unreleased)

Earl Sweatshirt - Alone (Live)(unreleased)

CURSE Lyrics

[Verse]
And I just went cold turkey on my bitch
It's a cold world, been servin' niggas since-
No Mercy, just lurkin' by the fence
Ed Murphy Raw, Persian floor, pigs in the fog
Dogs comin' to search the car, that's ironic 'cause
Every verse just serve the purpose of a service dog
To these blind niggas, redefine what you heard before
How every word got the urgency of nurses
On the tele with the surgeon, had a belly full of bourbon
'Til I remembered I'm worth it, still exempt from the curses
Still a couple shoulders over y'all
And life's short but the totem tall
I told you that the flow would circle, bring it back
I get inertia, then I murk it all
What's the topic of conversation? What's the protocol?
I keep my toe from out the serpent's jaw
Listen, I don't know who hurt you Ma
What I know is livin' in the past just hurt you more
And now I'm grown, I'm tryna bag 'em like the grocery store
A lot of niggas poultry, I see chicken and I roast it all
A nigga livin' in the moment, no remarks, just a question
"Why you lookin' for some innocence you know you lost?"
Engine runnin', pistons spittin' like it's motocross
Should the sunset, got the city golden
Plus my son said, I'm the city golden boy
I've pissed and spit on my opponent
Then I'm pitchin' bodies overboard
And then I'm shakin' off them shackles
I be in the house sometimes, I own my masters
Catch me on the couch unwindin'
If she throw the cat, I'll smash it out the linen
Off a pack that my Uncle Al provide me
Eyes on low rider, back to business man
They low-fi so don't mind 'em
Farm 'em for they cheese, not they co-sign
And knock 'em out they motherfuckin' socks when you clothes-line 'em
Not tryna change the game, don't sign him
Motherfucker



Earl Sweatshirt - Curse (unreleased)

Earl Sweatshirt - Heavy Head (unreleased)

Homebound from camp flog gnaw 2019
⭕LYRICS:
Hard times when I needed touch
Need a crutch, need a hug, harsh lines on the easel, blood
Even keeled, but with death, the infrequent brush test me
Don't speak em' up, speakers hum
Free the thugs, we don' weeped enough
Recently released a steam, when I pieced him up
Mischievous as my uncle, mischievous as Juanita was
Peace to Juanita son for checking in
Must have felt the deviance I'm delving in, I'm demon'd up
Forehead creases, dimpled cheeks betray the feeling
Play the shield til' I play the villain
In the field, the killing joke whispering in a ear
Sentimental, a voice quivering with despair
Up there where the air thinner
The mountaineer keep a sharper pair of shears with him
Clip a clear path to the endless
Stack up meal ticket, hands sticky
The tar shiny black, time - you can't buy it back
Please don't throw me to the briar-patch, got his ass!
[Chorus]
I'm back home and I gotta laugh
I'm back home and I gotta laugh
The siren song got me out a jam
And in a, and in a flash, climbing in a bath, damn


Earl Sweatshirt - Homebound (unreleased)

Earl Sweatshirt - UnderWorld (unreleased)

Earl Sweatshirt - My Brother, The Wind (Live)

Earl Sweatshirt - Alone (no reverb) (unreleased)

Earl Sweatshirt - Tapped In (unreleased)

Earl Sweatshirt - Fire In The Hole Live

looped instrumental from live set (Hollywood Bowl 2021)

Earl Sweatshirt - Fire In The Hole (ft. DOMi & JD BECK)

Earl Sweatshirt - RIP Tracy (Live)

● LYRICS●
Pretty little, pre-
Your lie, lie (Yeah, uh, yeah)

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs & Benny The Butcher]
I was just f***ing them girls, I was gon' get right back
I had a line on that soft, I was gon' switch it to crack
I stuck to tires like I'm fixing a flat, swimming through racks
Cooked my first zip, lost six, brought twenty-two back
Bitch, what you trippin' on?
Just sold a brick, still down to whip a song
I don't even fuck with the dawg, straight cutting fentanyl
She asked me if I'm f***ing her friend, just know I'm hitting y'all
Fuck an opp, two-fifty round drums when I give it to y'all
And it'll make The Shade Room if these bloggers knew who I'm fucking
It'll make the same news if the feds knew who I'm plugging
You bought sixty grams off me, I probably threw in a dozen
You need a dope boy, bitch, fuck you gon' do with a husband?

[Pre-Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch, I been on The Shade Room, got three baby mamas, I'm thuggin
TMZ been at my house, taking pictures, all of a sudden
Heard the DEA, they tossing indictments, they want to cuff him
I'ma leave up out the country with fake ID like McLovin

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch, what you trippin' on?
Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(Bitch, what you trippin' on?)
Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone (Shit)

[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs & Benny The Butcher]
These motherfuckers out here talking about, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm tired of- I'm tired of all these niggas talking about this whole dope shit, the drug shit, nigga
Nigga, I made it to the motherfucking GRAMMY's, nigga
You talking 'bout ''Shit, I'll show you the raw'', nigga (Yo, yo)

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs]
I treat her like coke, get her wet, then hit her with the ice
Reward a single bitch that's faithful to a nigga with a wife
Plug hate me like I ran off with bundles and fucked his wife
Migo stabbed me in the eye, hit a dirty knife for the night
You ain't never been in a gang war if you don't know my life
Feds got me up on the gang board, VL for life
Big Rabbit got a package, goddamn it, I keep a Sprite
When Obama got elected, I caught a case with a wife (Yeah)
Bitch, what you trippin' on?
They want to know how I feel about Mach workin' with West
Why would I give a fuck? I'm rich already, I wish him the best
Played the game where a brick get you death, A hit get you less
Judged for the number on your shirt, but it won't be Mitchell & Ness
You like to claim her, the truth is we shared the bitch, so I guess
I sent her back with some cash in her purse and dick on her breath, yeah
I make my girl a star too from buying all that yola
Gang hit again, y'all hoes still crying in Toyotas

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch, what you trippin' on?
Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, get hard, they hit the crack phone
(Bitch, what you trippin' on?)
Thirty-six raw, cut that with acetone
Saturday and Sunday, I only talk on the family phone (Bitch, what you trippin' on?)

[Outro: Benny The Butcher]
This for my nigga Doug
First nigga ever gave me a brick, man
How i'm gon' forget you?
That's a chance, you'll be kiddin' me, haha
Federal district attorney
BSF, nigga

Freddie Gibbs - McLovin (Ft.Benny the Butcher) (unreleased)

Earl Sweatshirt - Godspeed 1 (unreleased)

And this morning felt peculiar when I get up
Different nigga in the mirror, had to size up
Brooded with the blinds up
This block quiet 'round the corner where they robbing
I promise you though it's all here
The falls and the rise and the dark and the light
Be the truth where you find it, success is options
Stress get awful
If that nigga over seven then I bet he watching Sweaty often
Cause my water calm and deep
Y'all still creeks gon' dry up eventually
Still not gon' miss 'em and that thought just tickled me pink
Think I must of lost a piece of my lung to the sink
You know you can't run from no repercussions
Can't run when the reaper lift up his sleeves
And then brush it
It's bleak in the bubble that most my peoples grew up in
Can't run from the street
Designed to mislead and corrupt ya
I said it before, my head in the sky
My feet in the struggle
Tryna' keep peace on my mind
But recently, swear the scuffle been heated with mine
Swear if my voice of reason only beat up my pride
Like half the time that I needed it
It feeling like I'm the only one I'm cheating with
Creep up my spine
My nigga fronting like these substances
That weaken my drive
Crack phone full of bitches
Tryna' eat up my time
Stop snitching motherfucker, keep ya leash on ya dimes
Stop dropping 'em, bitch ass nigga

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