Live Laugh Love

<colbgcolor=#CBBD8C><colcolor=#fff> Live Laugh Love

아티스트	얼 스웻셔츠
발매	2025년 8월 22일
장르	앱스트랙트 힙합
전체 길이	24:08
트랙	11
레이블	Tan Cressida

1. 개요2. 평가3. 트랙리스트

3.1. GSW VS SAC3.2. Forge3.3. Infatuation3.4. Gamma (Need the <3)3.5. Well Done!3.6. Live3.7. Static3.8. Crisco3.9. Tourmaline3.10. Heavy Metal AKA Ejecto Seato!3.11. Exhaust

1. 개요

얼 스웻셔츠의 정규 5집.

2. 평가

선정 2025 베스트 앨범
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		파일:SWAG(저스틴 비버).png	파일:LUX.jpg
Effie	Jim Legxacy	저스틴 비버	로살리아
pullup to busan 4 morE hypEr summEr it's gonna bE a fuckin moviE	Black British Music	SWAG	LUX
5	6	7	8

They Are Gutting a Body of Water	본 이베어	애디슨 레이	Water from Your Eyes
LOTTO	SABLE, fABLE	Addison	It's a Beautiful Place
9	10	11	12

배드 버니	YHWH Nailgun	테일러 스위프트	SAILORR
DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS	45 Pounds	The Life of a Showgirl	FROM FLORIDA'S FINEST
13	14	15	16

모건 월렌	Oklou	클립스	YFN Lucci
I'm the Problem	Choke Enough	Let God Sort Em Out	ALREADY LEGEND
17

플레이보이 카티
MUSIC
추가 선정

Algernon Cadwallader	Amaarae	Corridos Ketamina	Nick León
Trying Not to Have a Thought	Black Star	Corridos Ketamina	A Tropical Entropy

Odumodublvck	OsamaSon	얼 스웻셔츠	Zach Top
Industry Machine	Jump Out	Live Laugh Love	Ain’t in It for My Health	}}}}}}}}}
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기스	Water from Your Eyes	Smerz	배드 버니
Getting Killed	It's a Beautiful Place	Big City Life	DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS
5	6	7	8

본 이베어	Dijon	Greg Freeman	제이드
SABLE, fABLE	Baby	Burnover	That's Showbiz Baby!
9	10

알렉스 G	핑크팬서리스
Headlights	Fancy That
추가 선정

Amaarae	Haley Heynderickx Max García Conover	Sharp Pins	Mamalarky
Black Star	What of Our Nature	Balloon Balloon Balloon	Hex Key

레이디 가가	얼 스웻셔츠	호스걸	로셸 조던
MAYHEM	Live Laugh Love	Phonetics On and On	Through the Wall
파일:LUX.jpg
로살리아	Mavis Staples
LUX	Sad and Beautiful World	}}}}}}}}}
※2025년 12월 5일 뉴욕 타임스의 평론가 Jon Caramanica와 Lindsay Zoladz가 선정 #

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여러모로 이전에 발표한 Some Rap Songs와 비슷한 느낌의 앨범이지만 꽤나 긍정적인 분위기를 담고 있다는 평이 많다.

3. 트랙리스트

트랙리스트
<rowcolor=#6A4430> #	제목
1	GSW VS SAC
2	Forge
3	Infatuation
4	Gamma (Need the <3)
5	Well Done!
6	Live
7	Static
8	Crisco
9	Tourmaline
10	Heavy Metal AKA Ejecto Seato!
11	Exhaust

3.1. GSW VS SAC

Track 01

GSW VS SAC^{｜1' 56"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: My peripheral's decorated
That mean you can't get away 'cause I still can see you every day
I lace my cleats and give 'em praise
Get your head in the game
What my nigga 'Tay Hicks say?
I just paint pictures, you just chip in on a frame
Zoomin' out of thick malaise in my cranium
Let's get on the pitch and play, tricky Kangol
We scored three-ways back to back and made our way home
Jiggy bricklayer like J-Hov
Breaker, breaker, they can't close
The thin veil raise
We takin' the whole thing, thеy can't cloak it
The blade came with thе roses
I still hold up the bouquet for the photo
I'm thankful for the blood, sweat, and pain that we paid for it
Lump sum, you can't change the total
Always the slow roller, don't race the tortoise
Don't wait for me

Ayy, don't wait for me, man
Don't wait for me, don't wait for anybody
What you runnin' from, yourself? Stop waitin'
Hell, that, that, that, that, that's your issue, man, you always waitin'
All that runnin', see, you wanna chase things
You wanna chase instead of find, that's your problem
You waitin' on a hurricane
Honestly, you waitin' on Uber Eats too 'cause you, you always orderin' that
You, you, you, you chasin' all this stuff, but with nothin' in that Chase account
Stop waitin' on things
You in the club knockin' back chasers and you ain't even chase your dreams
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, how 'bout you start workin' out? That's crazy
Maybe, maybe get in the gym, man, maybe get you a hobby
Maybe get you a passion, somethin', somethin' beyond waitin'
Find somebody to love
You, you, after a while, all that chasin' gon' keep you runnin'
And you ain't runnin' from nowhere but your own self
And that's where you exactly need to be, ain't that crazy?
That's crazy
Yeah, do somethin', do somethin'
Activate

3.2. Forge

Track 02

Forge^{｜1' 23"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: For the sake of everybody in the band, act like you got some sense

The heavy measure did 'em in
The message couldn't be missed
The head was on a stick where it belonged
My February never ends, it isn't long

That pinch of salt in your mix threw your biscuits off
I'm on my off-foot again, I pick apart the defense with the triple-cross
Silver hearts, a spliff for your scars
Jog my memory, what isn't ours?
Slivers of God ad infinitum
I gather you didn't hunt at all, we circling like hawks, all them niggas lunch
Took time off, I ain't know niggas still would suck
Permafrost pimpin', protocol ice cold like André Benjamin (Ice cold)
I'm playin', bae, I'm still in love with you, let's get in the tub
Jaws ain't big enough for all
What you bit off, I'll keep the key to your heart for incidentals
Tunnel vision, stuck like barnacles on what's propping the big picture up
Stick along for the ride long enough
We ending up fine for once, finally, fuck

The heavy measure did 'em in
The message couldn't be missed
The head was on a stick where it belonged
My February never ends

3.3. Infatuation

Track 03

Infatuation^{｜1' 35"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: Dance
(Dance)
Check, check, check
Yeah, yeah, uh

Exonerated, I ain't dying on this hill
Tonight we dining where?
Tell Leonidas I know somewhere with finer fares
Germinate the yeast, we got it jumping in the pan
Flirts with danger, we hastily learn how to dance
Circumstance raised a baby to a beast
Like rain and heat raise a seed into a plant
Stone throwers, glass homes, keep hiding hands
Terse reminders of the rocky path
Gleaning what I can from what I have amassed
The space-time continuum bend, I'm sticking with the simple plans
I'm just a man
Bars like the rim of the bath, live, love, and laugh
It's up like hovercraft
Have lil' buddy relax, we on the cuttin' edge
Told you we only doubling back to cover tracks
Metal lungies, you don't wanna match
The Earth mother gave the Sun a lap, it sat me on my ass (Uh, uh)
Jet lag, waking up to black, money breaking up the caste
Outnumbered, but we obviously crunch 'em in the stats (That shit outta here, nigga)
Tch, nobody want the scraps (Nobody)
The low hum of hunger had my stomach singing a song of sadness
Wishing that it wasn't flat
Tonight we dining where?
Dance

3.4. Gamma (Need the <3)

Track 04

Gamma (Need the <3)^{｜2' 00"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Humble yourself (Humble yourself)
You cumbersome comin' in to your old age
The jig is up, it's much too late
I pree the Runtz fake
I'll try my luck one day
For now, I only trust faith
Untouched rage stuck with him from the bus days
I need the love, gang
My feet is up way above niggas' ceilings, fuck your feelings
I look around, the only thing I see is us, gang
Love leaving, it's unappealing to be stuck
You stayed under, I stay wondering why 'cause the wave undulates and I'm on a high
I couldn't wait (No), couldn't shake the notion my fate was up for me to decide
It's no time for pumpin' brakes
Trey-five, Bruk on the plate
You right, we whoopin' J's
Way too much funnel for one, but niggas love the taste
Release a dove for Dave
Trugoy, plug number two, gamma ray (Gamma ray flow)
Ayy, everybody love the sunshine, shine like the boy Roy Ayers say
Can't throw away my whole life standing in shade
Shame'll have you stammering, quick change of plans
To go ape like James Cameron, danglin' off the Empire State
Bet the entire estate on me, I came out the gate, with fire (Flames)
Rainin' flames on who my campaign collide with (Flames)
Wavy off an eighth, they say I should've played for Wake Forest (I don't play)
Stakes plummet when you play funny games, cat in the bag (Cat in the bag)
Everything you utter doesn't escape, running man (Yeah)
Niggas in the camp fuck with UA
Maximum stats, maximum bitches, and massive fuckin' plates, ayy (Fuckin' plates)
My lil' baby stack like she from the gang (She from over there)

See what I'm sayin'? Mhm
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?

3.5. Well Done!

Track 05

Well Done!^{｜1' 10"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: Bells rung
Sent the mail up high to the sky home that I fell from
Bail us out the bond, mask over my eyes just like a welder
Tailspun outta binds, baptized in the fires of flaw and failures
I tried to tell ya
You never gon' get a rise out of a real one
Tough like rye or spelt, Orion-sized heavyweight titles on the belt, son
Flying in on the wide eye of the maelstrom, wild side that I hail from
I see you ain't moved in a while
Ain't gon' lie, you probably should get your sails up
Time will tell who the hell won
Promise I don't know who assailed ya
Bear cubs, head hunt, voilà, they probably do it for breadcrumbs
Providing shelter (Shelter)
Dug well enough to find us some kind of wealth (Yeah)
Mining through myself, gumboots
The bottom started to melt some, I felt stuck
Steel-cut knives showing the shield love
Spill blood

From this action
We see the priest's responsibility towards the congregation as towards the gods
Sta—

3.6. Live

Track 06

Live^{｜3' 29"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: I remember when I ain't want it
I prayed harder, they hooked on the phonics
Cookin' 'em calmly like Lauryn in the '90s
The Lauren is on me
You gon' die on the hill of your choice
I still hear the voices
I'm a Pisces, part of me still in the void
Fishy and noid, my inhibitions destroyed
Tapped in, locked in with my little boy
I'ma lead you to the river, I can't sip it for you
Never lead with indecision, never leave the homies
Unless it's time to leave the homies
It's all pressure, God level 'cause that's what they wanted
I'm secreting something different, the bitches get on me
Pick up sticks, we got next with whichever opponent
We on necks, bless, don't get beheaded this summer
Crossed the line, doubled back, and put everything on it
It's all in the roll
The family focused, my wingspan is the globe
I'm glad to be home
I had to get over, I had to get low
I'm in the house, I keep a bag packed by the door
Like Batman, I get the signal, then I'm adiós
The last laugh is for the niggas always in the know
The fast cash was for the bitches and expensive clothes
The fat sacks is for the childrens, had to bring it home

I feel it in my—
I feel it in my—
I feel it in my soul

How long do you plan on staying? Don't wanna know
Not much to say except, "Copy, over"
Monster truck tank, we crush it and roll 'em
My stronghold faith what's keepin' me whole
Smolder out flames, we freezin' it over
All the small favors added up into the loss
Stood up at my seat at the table, I was exhausted
Can't pardon mistakes or flaws, they're taking too long
Three heads over the bar, scopin' 'em out from afar
Jump straight out of the house, don't need no alarm to put my fist down
The lay of the land and the law we live out
Always got a hot hand and some extra chips, told baby, "Don't flip out"
She love how I always only play to win, wow
Wild as the wind, howlin' and hissin'
Frown wasn't fixed, the brow wasn't twitchin'
Down on my head, kept the crown in the next room, it's easy to miss
It's truthfully just used as a step stool, Wu-Tang love the kids
Pray God give 'em refuge and some assistance with makin' sense
I cut off the stem, I saw the death bloomin'
This shit get confusin', simple and malleable
It's tricky, just try to groove with me
Just try a li— try a lil' livin'

Try, tr— (I love you all, peace)
Try (Brasil)
Try a lil', try a li—
Try a lil' livin'
Try a lil' livin'
Mm

3.7. Static

Track 07

Static^{｜1' 22"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: It ain't really take no time to see
These niggas ain't on timing
Diddy-bopping around the ring like Ali
Showing off my teeth, smiling
My response to cheap talk, keep your guard up
Niggas eavesdropping with weak jaws
We chop trees, spark 'em, my dreams foggy
Unique offers, tell the giant I need like three from this most recent bean harvest
Geeked off it, stockpiling drip, I'm puttin' shit on like Steve Harvey
Me, G, and Jean Dawson threw a three piece at Stripper Bowl like let's see it
Go and get this thing started
Arm all in the thing like Vincе Carter
Overall, y'all baby-shit soft
We first tеam all-league marksmen
Let it sing, sing on ya like a voice from East Harlem
Easy target, three-ball, game, blouses
Let the purple rain douse 'em
I thought it was a drought
Heard it through word of mouth, it's on the floor like Chris Farley
They markin' niggas out
The streets watching and filming now, what's the lick, akhi?
They hawkin' niggas down
I ain't hear a sound, niggas clique-hoppin', I ain't lift a brow
It didn't shock me

3.8. Crisco

Track 08

Crisco^{｜2' 38"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: Yo
Check, check, check, check
Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh

Gran Turismo
Hop out the fishbowl with a fistful 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, making it get cold
It just snowed in your **** nose
She dip lower than sinkholes, lo siento
Attention central, the promoters is pissed
My kicks on whеre you 'posed to sit
It get bold, givе 'em an inch and niggas ditched like ding-dong (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on the porch with the clique, crisp like chicken in Crisco's
My nigga, I need all of my ends
Need all of us in

Them sections right there (All the girls)
Not them, definitely not them

I can't sit down until the bases rounded, impatient
Politicking with pagans, hated how I sounded, I'ma see you later
Made it safe and sound, my fingers seize the day of meeting solemn prayer, easy payment
To me, it beats making problems, brazen (Ready)
Brought the beef to the grazing oxen
Slice from the navel to the collarbone and drain the body
Train the mind, it made me solid
Traits of mine my baby got, can't trace to mama
Get these white girls out my home like Babyfather
Things I thought would shake me to my core just made me hotter, sacred knowledge
Eight of cups, it's time to change his stinky diapers
Looking north, it's a trail to follow, can't get lost
I'm 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 ain't 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 shh was off when I was staying silent and 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 the lab sauced, kinda

You know what I'm sayin'? Halfway
We're halfway there, halfway there
You know what I meant, though
Eventful, on mentals
Ten, tenfolds
Look
True, it's simple
We out

3.9. Tourmaline

Track 09

Tourmaline^{｜2' 53"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: Gots to, gots to

I'm finna be out
I thought I told you geek down, trouble follow me 'round
Everybody wanna be Bowser
I'm throwin' another seed out, the fire comfort me now
Pitch-black tourmaline towers
She found me on the streets, she laughed
Keep my feet grounded for my sweet child
Struggle not a team sport
You're not afforded recourse, of course I had to reroute
Stories wasn't unfounded
Multitudes of one, I'm never done, countin' up drowsy
Your son bouncin' through the funhouses
I got used to the comedown, I leaped around and jumped out

Both ears ringin', ears ringin' with your love
Both my ears ringin' with your love

Uh, ghost in the shell, you a hell of a host
We set up a post outside of the settlement with whatever niggas could want
Golden intel, it's heavy to know everything goes, but it's better to
Vestibule lesson, prerequisite be gettin' in the doors
Never lettin' them be sellin' you short, let's get it
I've been in here before, it's been a minute, familiar with it all
It's bone-chillin' and a bar for good riddance
The muzzle isn't on the dog
The muscles wouldn't get it from the gods, it's a different feeling
Spirit and heart, that's unrelenting
Evidently to a fault which obviously gon' cause all kind of switchin'
Comin' to my senses

I'm finna be out
I thought I told you geek down, trouble follow me 'round
Everybody wanna be Bowser
I'm throwin' another seed out, the fire comfort me now
Pitch-black tourmaline towers
She found me on the streets, she laughed
Keep my feet grounded for my sweet child
Struggle not a team sport
You're not afforded recourse, of course I had to reroute
Stories wasn't unfounded
Multitudes of one, I'm never done, countin' up drowsy
Your son bouncin' through the funhouses
I got used to the comedown, I leaped around and jumped out

Both ears ringin', ears ringin' with your love
Both my ears ringin' with your love

3.10. Heavy Metal AKA Ejecto Seato!

Track 10

Heavy Metal AKA Ejecto Seato!^{｜3' 06"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: (I released, I released, I released, I released it)
I released it

I released it
I released, I released, I released, I released it
I released it
I repeat, I released it
I released it
I released, I released it

Dogs, fleas, ticks, time bombs
The weed kinda scratch the itch, I need it
Honorary chief watch over all the proceedings
Grabba Leaf got me wheezing
I love being counted out for me
Lust and leave, love cut a little deeper
Don't trust the leap, only the ones in the bleachers
2016, I had a dream of my son crawling 'round on the ceiling
And I had never seent him
Finally found the meaning
Condo for me, him, and his mama keep the sweet digs
The team did when I was down in doubt and disbelief and I forgot to— (Think big, bitch), yo
The team did when I was down in doubt and disbelief and I forgot to think big
Affogato, cream and coffee, Wally Walker out the bottle drinking
I never got on LinkedIn
High-quality 'oline spilling out the nozzle, leaking

It's not a problem, I released it
I repeat, I released it
I just dropped and you should go and cop it, I released it
Uh, I released it
I released, I released it
(Released it) I released it

Big stepper, I don't think your tiny cleats fit
This level took an awful lot to reach
Applied pressure for the diamonds that you see glisten
Heavy metal, every piece precious
Let's watch the belly of the beast hemorrhage
I got it honest out of these thickets
I saw you jogging, ain't no free lifts
I met the morning without pretense and
I kept on calling, ain't no reaching you
Guess I got bored of playing your game
I put a quarter in and it changed you
I gave my all if I'm not mistaken
I played along like I ain't see danger
I paid the cost to go to— yeah, yeah
I pray to God you don't— yeah
I paid the cost and I was repaid
I pray to God you never sleep angry
I paid the cost and I was repaid
I pray to God you never go to sleep angry
I met the morning without pretense
I kept on calling, kept on resending
But ain't no reaching you

Brasil

3.11. Exhaust

Track 11

Exhaust^{｜2' 29"}

[ 펼치기 · 접기 ]: Take two

Worked harder than a bitch
Operating the tight shift, God steering the ship
The wheel in the Vise-Grip, slave to the vices
Stay sipping, I don't got all day to play with you
The fake shit don't surprise me
Things change, so a nigga stayed improvising
Risk-take 'cause look at all the places that it got me
Save it, no thanks, you can't make me no promise
We went our own ways, I still think of you highly
Give my baby my daddy last name and his likeness
Taking the signs in, facing the fire
Change of surroundings
Kings of the county, angels around me
Sailed in on lightning
Prepare for the fight, go to church if you scared or you frightened
Worked harder than a bitch
Operating the tight shift, God steering the ship
My will in a Vise-Grip, scaling and climbing
They pale in comparison and slimy
I pray they know better than to try me
I stay with the veteran advisors
I paid every time I wasn't righteous
I'm checking all the boxes
I made every effort, then I laced up my creps and kept it rocking
I can't see no other option
Hold rank, tank engine on the 110 southbound growling
You love stank bitches, that's your fucking problem, sergeant
At Marathon standing on the couches, singing loud
Lining silver on the nimbus cloud, I get it now (The heart breaks itself)
More power to you, but it's no flowers in your vase (Over and over again until)
No amount of sugar gon' help with the taste (It stays open)
At the end of the day
It's really just you and whatever you think
I'm airmailing you strength

So there you have it