Earl Sweatshirt & Black Noi$e - Fire in the Hole (Instrumental)
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- Опубліковано 12 січ 2022
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Artist: Earl Sweatshirt
Song: Fire in the Hole
Producer(s): Black Noi$e
Album: Sick!
Year: 2022
Link: open.spotify.com/album/51heTw...
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This plays during the end credits of my life
Best song on the album, the beat and outro are beautiful
whoever did the piano at the end need to show themselves so I can worship them
An instantly classic ending
It feels like I’m walking in a vibrant city full of life yet so empty.
Lots of fake people out there man
That's me everyday, living in NYC
@@JustanadminI live in NYC too can relate
This instrumental is fucking soulful its scary…excuse me while I go cry🥲
This song is the Kanye West Last Call of this masterful album.
I demand an hour long instrumental of this 😤😤😤
bet
this nigga is the goat bruh
I play this when people are in my car,it changes their mood.
I can imagine this in a movie playing after the main character gets shot and they showing his whole life again
You niggas are TOO quick lmaooo good looks
this loop is everything I need rn
This beat is poetry! 💫
My heart ❤️ thank you.
Bro what??? I just started listening to the first song 😭😭
Was it good?
Idk why but this song feels so nostalgic
Very Heavy
Hell yea
Waiting for the entire album instrumental 😭
the wait is over
Ye check my channel
if it ends for me today
know i shed my tears
i said my grace
i was a lonely ghostly face
gray, looking down in the grave
did i have regrets
what could i expect
i'm human
tied to the pension
tried to think my way out
but thoughts only bring rain
it trickles down my window
eyes reflect the souls pane
as this somber soul plays
like Chalino this the last number
momma
my life just begun
i've yearned for the dirt, now we are one
capsules
tied up in rap
it was just the way it was
made peace with the life that i lived
don't do dat bro
That drum Roll I'm missing
fluent in metaphors yet his mouth stiff to spit facts
half full when he have food
other half dangling like black fruit
oblivious to the cold winters, he doin too much
truancy like splinters are stressed later
ice cool elation when the moods split
mind of a kid, spliffed up, like school semesters
OD kept him in a daze, runnin a snail pace
sleepless nights tho he found indica
indicative of his past days
shits hard to let go of like nicotine
addicted fiend, he grew from it
all he need was momentum
sold his haze fo' a profit, the mirror show an extortionate person
he learnt from it i think
this was his mentals before you askin
scuffling with his kinfolk met a deal
tho his losses were withdrawals
he broker than a chipped flask
or a wallet with mad rips
the chemistry wasn't his strong field
too little too soon
played ball til his heels gave in
and refused to heal
aint worked for a minute given
he ankled his last post
parkinson feet on egg shells, he the illest
mind caught up with him
but his retribution was on his tail
bells proposing, ringin for a figure of time
racketing in his head, he say he fine and bin it
still, bags under your eyes speak 1000 visuals
its evidently difficult to predict em
we on a target date, only for the mighty
where time and space is left behind
ai chi for the dirty water drinkers
never trying to filter the plight
no one ever told em he could ditch this shit
now it's what hold him together
his hurt n flaws tinkered with a puppet master
voices are quieter outside
debt couldn't be paid faster
close minded and doors are locked
yo, this loaded?
woah
this shit heavy
Mind locked but eyes open/absorbing/ everything in da world for absorption/my life just a portion/of a story of not getting aborted/ or my life shorten/ over da powdered nose snortin/bringing da forces of 4 horsemen
already huh
Dar pra escrever muito com esse instrumental
Lula 2022
Like MF DOOM
constant comparison, tells you, you can never win
it was me all along who i had to be better than, my my how the table spins i believed before they ever did ,
huddle up with the close friends, everyone same motive, went from ain’t nobody goin know us
to everybodies on notice
so
oh my my how the table rotates, mail box full don’t play the phone game,take my time, dont waste my whole day
please tell me the piano sample
Can I use this beat no profit?
Chandelier maneuver, planted my fear and watched it move a little smoother/ Quite the rumor, handsome as dikes with a tumor/ Slight height up to poltergeists when the shade looms out the lunar/ Full moon just a shade of moldy dunes/ As a whole, my aces were rarely made like raw tunas/ Rarely revolved, my shells filled spaces and made a splinter that mastered the Juda/ Now I’m heavy with the kicks but only the ones grounded on the cement/ Thought it was meant, but got peppered all around as my footsteps crease from the dents/ Tightest leash belongs to life, we should’ve neutered that bitch/ Playing righteous came with a knife, but only the sharpest is tutored to hold back the spite and stab through the ribs/ Doses of acting like I came from the afterlife could be heard out my lips/ Got an empty bladder off a reader’s digest, I skimmed looking for my own stature and saw a pimp with a lisp/ Wished I was blacker, had the grasp of the latter that could make me a factor/ Matching the same color on the wrist, stains of liquid with a symmetrical pattern
boy ya went crazy 👏🏾 bravo
Bars!!!
Actually/ I'm spitting off da top of attics/accurately/ with erratic effeciency/that'll splatter ya present/ turn em to memories/
is this a sample