More songs by Earl Sweatshirt
Description
Engineer, Mixer: Earl Sweatshirt
Lead Vocals: Earl Sweatshirt
Masterer: Mike Bozzi
Producer: Navy Blue
Programmer: Navy Blue
Writer: Sage Elsesser
Writer: Thebe Kgositsile
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yo, check, check, check, check. Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Uh.
Gran Turismo, hop out the fishbowl with a fist full of cash and a lit bogey. She don't turn tricks for me.
I don't let her, but she would if I did, though. Name an instance of bullshit that I went for.
Deep in the trench like a split stone, no pistol. Just me and my wits. I'm who the scale tip for.
Took control in the strip, makin' it get cold. It just snowed in your nose.
She dip lower than cincos, lo siento. Attention central, the promoters is pissed.
My kicks on where you 'posed to sit.
They get bold, give 'em an inch and then get ditched like Ding Dong. I'm on a Porsche with the clique, crisp like chicken in
Criscos. My nigga, I need all of my ends.
-Need all of a cent. -Um, 36 Hard right there.
Not um, definitely not um.
I can't sit down until the base is rounded, impatient.
Politickin' with pagans, hated how it sounded. I'ma see you later.
Made it safe and sound, my fingers seized the day. A meeting, solemn prayer, easy payment.
To me, it beats making problems. Brazen. Brought the beef to the grazing oxen.
Sliced from the navel to the collarbone and drained the body. Trained the mind, it made me silent.
Tracing my mind, baby girl, I can't trace the mama. Get these white girls out my home like
Baby Father. Things I thought would shake me to my core just made me harder.
Sacred knowledge, Jaden Cuffs, it's time to change his stanky diaper. Looking north.
It's a trail to follow, can't get lost.
It's staying shining for those I come across, the ones we lost, and all the ones behind me.
Pops was kinda janky, his replacement beat the failure out me. Made me violent, hated fighting.
I know I can't take no loss, my anger bottled. Mama say, "His face, it look like yours.
It's on the floor, go out and scrape him off it.
" Mop him like a chore, it ain't no way around it. They knew shit was off when I was staying silent.
It stayed inside, I'm saying sorry for the pain I caused.
God know my heart and that I'm out here tryna change the course. I'm working on it. Peeling layers off in a lab sauce. Kinda.
I'm saying halfway. Like halfway there. Halfway there.
You know what I meant, so. . .
What I meant was. . .
What I meant was, yeah. What I meant was. . . Uh. Uh, what I meant was. . . Yo
English translation
Yo, check, check, check, check. Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, uh, uh, uh.
Uh.
Gran Turismo, hop out the fishbowl with a fist full of cash and a lit bogey. She don't turn tricks for me.
I don't let her, but she would if I did, though. Name an instance of bullshit that I went for.
Deep in the trench like a split stone, no pistol. Just me and my wits. I'm who the scale tip for.
Took control in the strip, makin' it get cold. It just snowed in your nose.
She dip lower than cincos, lo siento. Attention central, the promoters is pissed.
My kicks on where you 'posed to sit.
They get bold, give 'em an inch and then get ditched like Ding Dong. I'm on a Porsche with the clique, crisp like chicken in
Criscos. My nigga, I need all of my ends.
-Need all of a cent. -Um, 36 Hard right there.
Not um, definitely not um.
I can't sit down until the base is rounded, impatient.
Politickin' with pagans, hated how it sounded. I'ma see you later.
Made it safe and sound, my fingers seized the day. A meeting, solemn prayer, easy payment.
To me, it beats making problems. Brazen. Brought the beef to the grazing oxen.
Sliced from the navel to the collarbone and drained the body. Trained the mind, it made me silent.
Tracing my mind, baby girl, I can't trace the mama. Get these white girls out my home like
Baby Father. Things I thought would shake me to my core just made me harder.
Sacred knowledge, Jaden Cuffs, it's time to change his stanky diaper. Looking north.
It's a trail to follow, can't get lost.
It's staying shining for those I come across, the ones we lost, and all the ones behind me.
Pops was kinda janky, his replacement beat the failure out me. Made me violent, hated fighting.
I know I can't take no loss, my anger bottled. Mama say, "His face, it look like yours.
It's on the floor, go out and scrape him off it.
" Mop him like a chore, it ain't no way around it. They knew shit was off when I was staying silent.
It stayed inside, I'm saying sorry for the pain I caused.
God know my heart and that I'm out here tryna change the course. I'm working on it. Peeling layers off in a lab sauce. Kinda.
I'm saying halfway. Like halfway there. Halfway there.
You know what I meant, so. . .
What I meant was. . .
What I meant was, yeah. What I meant was. . . Uh. Uh, what I meant was. . . Yo