[Intro]
F*ck, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck him
F*ck everything else I can see
I know, f*ck you I hate you so f*cking much
I know you think I'm crazy
Cause I think you're a f*cking fag
[TC]
Sam the music sounds good man!
You've been practicing
[Sam]
Thanks
[TC]
Sam, this is Wolf
He's new here
[Sam]
Sup dude
[TC]
Wolf this is Sam
Sam and his band have been here at Flog Gnaw for a while
Sam's gonna show you around while I fill out these last minute field trip slips, alright?
Now you guys have fun
[Wolf]
So you guys are into jazz?
[Sam]
Look, Wolf, Prairie Dog, Dontelle
Whatever the f*ck your name is
We don't f*ck with you or anybody else here, alright?
You stay the f*ck out of our way and we'll stay out of yours
Capisce?
Tyler, The Creator - Wolf Album Lyrics
Tyler, The Creator - Wolf Lyrics
(Featuring Mike G, Domo Genesis, Earl Sweatshirt, Left Brain, Hodgy Beats, Erykah Badu, Pharrell)
Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Jamba
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Papa ain't call even though he saw me on T.V, it's all good (F*ck You)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broads jaws, swallow girl, it's just nutt'
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm f*ckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this f*cking awesome
I'm animals, Noah's arking, often just rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the f*ck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores during puberty
And take bets on how quickly Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut em' Down!
Nigga Shut em' Down!
Shut em' Down!
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I tumble crush on hudgy sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunch
Like "What the f*ck? I'm drunk as f*ck," turn the f*cking music up
So I can hear these stupid f*cks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "Who the f*ck are you to us, uterus?"
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
F*ck a human nurse, I'm ill like [?], to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view, a visual woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids afterschool and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (F*cker)
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut em' Down!
Nigga Shut Him Down!
Shut em' Down!
[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Hodgy, f*ck this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pink
Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You can smell us in places when we walk
And our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts and "What the f*ck is this?"
I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces
that Pacquiao can relate I'm f*cking faded like gradient
Shit I'm stuck like the tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit
[Domo Genesis]
C'mon my nigga you don't even smoke, you weak as f*ck my nigga
You do not smoke, no tux my nigga, you're as weak as.. F- your butt my nigga...
Oh mark ass nigga, G- Oh my god bro, Here comes that weak ass nigga Samuel.
Papa ain't call even though he saw me on T.V, it's all good (F*ck You)
But now my balls, balls deep in this broads jaws, swallow girl, it's just nutt'
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah they heard I'm f*ckin' nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this f*cking awesome
I'm animals, Noah's arking, often just rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like "What the f*ck's an apartment?"
Get shit popping like Peter's pores during puberty
And take bets on how quickly Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut em' Down!
Nigga Shut em' Down!
Shut em' Down!
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I tumble crush on hudgy sluts, give money up then nutty, but
Professor Nutty Buddy Clumpkin's petty when you touch his lunch
Like "What the f*ck? I'm drunk as f*ck," turn the f*cking music up
So I can hear these stupid f*cks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "Who the f*ck are you to us, uterus?"
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't begin moving up, I'm shooting up
You and her, crew on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the ho in the bitch flocking 'round my crew to flirt
It's on your shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, it's the movement first
F*ck a human nurse, I'm ill like [?], to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to skip to my lou
Get hip to the pew, you can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view, a visual woose, I eat your ribs, I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids afterschool and give 'em drugs cause it's cool (F*cker)
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Shut em' Down!
Nigga Shut Him Down!
Shut em' Down!
[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Hodgy, f*ck this beat, nigga let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green, a little purple and pink
Get some swisher sweets, about three up, four more, then leave it be
I got a eigth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape I can taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You can smell us in places when we walk
And our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts and "What the f*ck is this?"
I think this mary is laced, My heart is beating at paces
that Pacquiao can relate I'm f*cking faded like gradient
Shit I'm stuck like the tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist.
It's like my first date with Mrs. Mary, this shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuana is very heavy, I'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel pass the sherm
Let's use this Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit
[Domo Genesis]
C'mon my nigga you don't even smoke, you weak as f*ck my nigga
You do not smoke, no tux my nigga, you're as weak as.. F- your butt my nigga...
Oh mark ass nigga, G- Oh my god bro, Here comes that weak ass nigga Samuel.
Writer: Tyler Okonma, Gerard Long
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cowboy
[Verse 1:]
Knock-knock, mothaf*ck it's me, Mr. Clusterf*ck
What, when, where, how, like who gives a f*ck
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Ain't been this f*cking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace or lie in it, life ain't got no light in it
Darker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my f*cking pipe?
Dress my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife
This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites
Grab Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang Roscoe's for the night
To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
Nigga f*ck it though, going hard as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows
Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch licking toes
That's how it goes, designing clothes
Cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all this money will make a happy me?
But I'm 'bout as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat
Everybody's sparking but me, and I keep coughing
Can't keep calm in this spot's hot box and I'm getting nauseous
Hop in the car, ride to Saugus, and head straight to the office
Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"
I roll here on a mean unicorn
Green hat, Vans, Golf top is the team uniform
Downing that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Something like a lez, I'm forgetting my damn manners cause
[Hook:]
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy
[Verse 2:]
When you're alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house
So I hit the Dead Sams, and we went biking it out
In a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles
Just to see what all that f*cking hype is about
Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ay?
Cause everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day
I was with Whitney smoking, sitting at the dock of the bay
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
While my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars
And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I don't feel bad when they not eating
(But you still treating us, you punk bitch)
Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never civil, f*ck Lincoln, 'Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles
I'm okie dokie and loopy and booboo nana and caca
If you think I'm f*cking koo-koo, try talking to my shrink then
[Skit]
Dr. TC: Hey
Wolf: Bitch
Dr. TC: I'm right here
Wolf: Yo, who's that?
Sam: That's Salem, that's my girlfriend. You stay the f*ck away from her alright?
Knock-knock, mothaf*ck it's me, Mr. Clusterf*ck
What, when, where, how, like who gives a f*ck
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Ain't been this f*cking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace or lie in it, life ain't got no light in it
Darker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my f*cking pipe?
Dress my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife
This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites
Grab Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang Roscoe's for the night
To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
Nigga f*ck it though, going hard as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows
Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch licking toes
That's how it goes, designing clothes
Cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all this money will make a happy me?
But I'm 'bout as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat
Everybody's sparking but me, and I keep coughing
Can't keep calm in this spot's hot box and I'm getting nauseous
Hop in the car, ride to Saugus, and head straight to the office
Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"
I roll here on a mean unicorn
Green hat, Vans, Golf top is the team uniform
Downing that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Something like a lez, I'm forgetting my damn manners cause
[Hook:]
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy
[Verse 2:]
When you're alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house
So I hit the Dead Sams, and we went biking it out
In a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles
Just to see what all that f*cking hype is about
Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ay?
Cause everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day
I was with Whitney smoking, sitting at the dock of the bay
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
While my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars
And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I don't feel bad when they not eating
(But you still treating us, you punk bitch)
Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never civil, f*ck Lincoln, 'Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles
I'm okie dokie and loopy and booboo nana and caca
If you think I'm f*cking koo-koo, try talking to my shrink then
[Skit]
Dr. TC: Hey
Wolf: Bitch
Dr. TC: I'm right here
Wolf: Yo, who's that?
Sam: That's Salem, that's my girlfriend. You stay the f*ck away from her alright?
Writer: TYLER OKONMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Awkward
[Verse 1]
I was 16 when we first laid eyes
Scrawny little f*cker yeah I was that guy
And you was down for the weekend
I was down for the greeting
And your eyes the same color shit that jasper be chiefing
Couple freckles on ya noses, roses made you blush
Gentleman I was like I wasn't tryna f*ck
But it was my first offical date so I was stuck like
It was past curfew, and we was at the grove
And it was raining, and I had to be home
And then you grabbed my hand, talking about trying to get home safe
All I remember, was your motherf*cking face, your face
[Hook]
I play in your hair
As you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I'm floating in air
Can't you believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a ziplock bag
[Verse 2]
You gotta a nigga sprung, whenever I'm holding your hand
And making eye can-tact I feel like the damn man
Cause even though I am and get round of applauses
I'm insecure then I start to think that I do not stand chance
But, moments, wish that I could own em or lease it or clone it
Because holding your fingertips is golden.
I f*cking love you, I treat my problems like a bowling ball &
I grip and keep holding on
Girl?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
You got a nigga sprung
Wait, don't think this is going to work
Things got complicated and a couple feelings got hurt
I haven't talked to you in a couple of days,
I got too comfortable and started to think we were really a couple
But hey at least it was time spent.
But by the time you will hear this you will know what these rhymes meant
But when you realize its awkward your names still my password
So I'm always f*ckin' reminded
[Outro: Tyler & Frank Ocean]
You're my Girlfriend.. you're my Girl (Whether you like it or not!)
You're my girl.. you're my girlfriend, you're my Girl Girlfriend
You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my Girl (Shit I know that you're my)
You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my girlfriend
You're my girl.. oooo
You're my, you're my Girl
Ooooo girlfriend... girlfriend..
You're my girlfriend you're my girl girlfriend you're my Girl
You're my girlfriend
I was 16 when we first laid eyes
Scrawny little f*cker yeah I was that guy
And you was down for the weekend
I was down for the greeting
And your eyes the same color shit that jasper be chiefing
Couple freckles on ya noses, roses made you blush
Gentleman I was like I wasn't tryna f*ck
But it was my first offical date so I was stuck like
It was past curfew, and we was at the grove
And it was raining, and I had to be home
And then you grabbed my hand, talking about trying to get home safe
All I remember, was your motherf*cking face, your face
[Hook]
I play in your hair
As you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I'm floating in air
Can't you believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a ziplock bag
[Verse 2]
You gotta a nigga sprung, whenever I'm holding your hand
And making eye can-tact I feel like the damn man
Cause even though I am and get round of applauses
I'm insecure then I start to think that I do not stand chance
But, moments, wish that I could own em or lease it or clone it
Because holding your fingertips is golden.
I f*cking love you, I treat my problems like a bowling ball &
I grip and keep holding on
Girl?
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
You got a nigga sprung
Wait, don't think this is going to work
Things got complicated and a couple feelings got hurt
I haven't talked to you in a couple of days,
I got too comfortable and started to think we were really a couple
But hey at least it was time spent.
But by the time you will hear this you will know what these rhymes meant
But when you realize its awkward your names still my password
So I'm always f*ckin' reminded
[Outro: Tyler & Frank Ocean]
You're my Girlfriend.. you're my Girl (Whether you like it or not!)
You're my girl.. you're my girlfriend, you're my Girl Girlfriend
You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my Girl (Shit I know that you're my)
You're my girl, you're my girlfriend, you're my girlfriend
You're my girl.. oooo
You're my, you're my Girl
Ooooo girlfriend... girlfriend..
You're my girlfriend you're my girl girlfriend you're my Girl
You're my girlfriend
Writer: TYLER OKONMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Domo23
[Verse 1]
Sick to my motherf*cking tummy
Bitch must think I'm a motherf*cking dummy
Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke
Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since Bastard, Clancy is my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighting on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle, but I've f*cked a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in
And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco
[Hook (x3)]
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
[Verse 2]
So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist homophobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing
You think I give a f*ck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet
(No homo; too soon.)
And while y'all are rolling doobies
I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still, I'm sounding like a f*cking newbie
Suck my dick, motherf*cker, sue me
Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty
Four story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs
Just to see where my f*cking roof be
[Hook (x2)]
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
[Verse 3]
Wait a God damn second
I'm tripping balls, David Beckham
Will fall cause shit's going down
Just like Rodney King's swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perm
And purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction
(Wait a minute)
It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker
Every time you play this shit loud
But that's just me trying to get milk now
Instead of grunts from a God damn cow
Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook sucks my Peter
Pan camera, repeat procedure
And when the beat drops, have a God damn seizure
[Hook (x4)]
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
[Outro]
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep her
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your headlights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up, and smash it
Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala
(And it's dark outside)
And I'm sharing slurpies and you ain't even begin to swallow
(Oooooo)
You're f*cking nuts, brim top we coupled up
Run my fingers through 'em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think a f*cking ring is coming up?
(Oooooo)
Maybe I don't know I think you're chilled
(Ride for)
Riding on my pegs, my back against ya legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yea
You remind me of my-
Cut it out!
Sick to my motherf*cking tummy
Bitch must think I'm a motherf*cking dummy
Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke
Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since Bastard, Clancy is my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighting on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle, but I've f*cked a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me half way, bitch I'm going all in
And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco
[Hook (x3)]
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
[Verse 2]
So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist homophobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing
You think I give a f*ck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet
(No homo; too soon.)
And while y'all are rolling doobies
I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still, I'm sounding like a f*cking newbie
Suck my dick, motherf*cker, sue me
Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty
Four story home, gotta climb eight sets of stairs
Just to see where my f*cking roof be
[Hook (x2)]
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
[Verse 3]
Wait a God damn second
I'm tripping balls, David Beckham
Will fall cause shit's going down
Just like Rodney King's swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perm
And purchasing weapons naming them and aim them in One Direction
(Wait a minute)
It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker
Every time you play this shit loud
But that's just me trying to get milk now
Instead of grunts from a God damn cow
Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook sucks my Peter
Pan camera, repeat procedure
And when the beat drops, have a God damn seizure
[Hook (x4)]
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, Golf Wang
F*ck that, (Golf Wang!)
[Outro]
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep her
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your headlights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up, and smash it
Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala
(And it's dark outside)
And I'm sharing slurpies and you ain't even begin to swallow
(Oooooo)
You're f*cking nuts, brim top we coupled up
Run my fingers through 'em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think a f*cking ring is coming up?
(Oooooo)
Maybe I don't know I think you're chilled
(Ride for)
Riding on my pegs, my back against ya legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yea
You remind me of my-
Cut it out!
Writer: TYLER OKONMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Answer
[Hook 1: Tyler]
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer [x4]
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 1: Tyler]
Hey Dad, it's me, um...
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
Dad isn't your name, see Faggot's a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any f*cks to spare
You Nigerian f*ck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case stairs
So you not being near f*cking fire-started my damn career
But f*ck it, I got Clancy, he, gave me the chance to see
A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But, sucks you ain't give a f*ck and consider a sperm donor now
The f*ck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley
And I ain't just being passive, nigga.
You're a f*cking faggot, nigga.
Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't getting no passes, nigga?
But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga
And call him...
[Hook: Tyler (Syd)]
I hope you answer [x4]
Because when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up)
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 2: Tyler]
Suck my f*cking dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish f*ck,
And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but f*ck it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone until November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I'd like to tell my grandma, but she's just nostalgia
I'll call her number
But she won't answer
[Hook: Tyler (Syd)]
I hope you answer [x4]
Because when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you)
I hope you answer
[Verse 3: Tyler]
You claim to hate my f*cking guts
But say I'm on an island in Thailand and I was wildin'
And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off salt water and f*cking coconuts
Phone ain't got no service this 3G is f*cking worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be f*cking nervous like me inside of a churches
But, I'mma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer.
[Outro: Tyler]
That last verse was about this girl. Haha.
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer [x4]
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 1: Tyler]
Hey Dad, it's me, um...
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
Dad isn't your name, see Faggot's a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any f*cks to spare
You Nigerian f*ck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case stairs
So you not being near f*cking fire-started my damn career
But f*ck it, I got Clancy, he, gave me the chance to see
A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But, sucks you ain't give a f*ck and consider a sperm donor now
The f*ck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley
And I ain't just being passive, nigga.
You're a f*cking faggot, nigga.
Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't getting no passes, nigga?
But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga
And call him...
[Hook: Tyler (Syd)]
I hope you answer [x4]
Because when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up)
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 2: Tyler]
Suck my f*cking dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish f*ck,
And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but f*ck it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone until November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I'd like to tell my grandma, but she's just nostalgia
I'll call her number
But she won't answer
[Hook: Tyler (Syd)]
I hope you answer [x4]
Because when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you)
I hope you answer
[Verse 3: Tyler]
You claim to hate my f*cking guts
But say I'm on an island in Thailand and I was wildin'
And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off salt water and f*cking coconuts
Phone ain't got no service this 3G is f*cking worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be f*cking nervous like me inside of a churches
But, I'mma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer.
[Outro: Tyler]
That last verse was about this girl. Haha.
Writer: TYLER OKONMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Slater
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb,
Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D,
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs,
Shit, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma done made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty something
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break shit it should be fun
Venues are like pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
F*ck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee
Came up with "Rella", ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF NB
We was missing Sweatshirt like, where's the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we found him
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Guess I win, checks started cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started asking "Where my f*cking passion is?",
Probably where that faggot went (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
Shocky shit he spit to popping topics in a gossip column,
I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom,
Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all niggas played as a tot's toy,
Have a good day as I annoy, oi.
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Cameras with panorama's views
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicanas with crackers in Alabama
G-O-to the-L-F, this O-F, I open a store so I don't stress
But nigga I, (What?), mosh in gardens, jazz punk shit
Playing chords, making up shit, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different colors
Niggers think I started kindergarten
[Interlude: Frank Ocean, Tyler, the Creator]
My bitch was on my handle bars
(I just wanna ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My bitch was on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind
My bitch was on my handle bars
(I just wanna ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My bitch was on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
My cool summer never ends
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[Frank Ocean]
Oh my god.. I guess you're a cool guy
You're talking to a f*cking bike, loser
(haha)
Oh... F*ck.
Me and Slater just hit a curb,
Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D,
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs,
Shit, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Me? I'm from the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma done made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me your titties hun
"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty something
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break shit it should be fun
Venues are like pussy with me, "Should he cum?"
I'mma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
F*ck critics, (How's your dick?), "Shit, How's your knees?"
Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee
Came up with "Rella", ain't touch a bag of weed
Shit was doper than, Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF NB
We was missing Sweatshirt like, where's the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we found him
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Guess I win, checks started cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started asking "Where my f*cking passion is?",
Probably where that faggot went (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
Shocky shit he spit to popping topics in a gossip column,
I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom,
Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (Aye!),
AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all niggas played as a tot's toy,
Have a good day as I annoy, oi.
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Cameras with panorama's views
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicanas with crackers in Alabama
G-O-to the-L-F, this O-F, I open a store so I don't stress
But nigga I, (What?), mosh in gardens, jazz punk shit
Playing chords, making up shit, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different colors
Niggers think I started kindergarten
[Interlude: Frank Ocean, Tyler, the Creator]
My bitch was on my handle bars
(I just wanna ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My bitch was on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind
My bitch was on my handle bars
(I just wanna ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My bitch was on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
My cool summer never ends
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[Frank Ocean]
Oh my god.. I guess you're a cool guy
You're talking to a f*cking bike, loser
(haha)
Oh... F*ck.
Writer: Tyler Gregory Okonma, Christopher Breaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
48
[Intro: Nas]
Crack f*cked up the world, and I wonder if they realized the damage
I mean, I come from an era who made a lot of money of that shit
I wonder if it f*cked with their conscious
It f*cked with me being out there, I couldn't stand it
I couldn't stand seeing people f*cking themselves up like that
But that's where the money came from
[Hook x2: Tyler The Creator & Frank Ocean]
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow
I can get it for the low
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Shit is getting warmer on that corner
Gotta watch out for them 5-0 phoners
Your mother is a goner
I warned you before you supersized my fries with that dollar
You got a daughter, shits getting harder
The only thing you wanna bump her was your freedom
You can't afford to get caught up but you in too deep, and the seashore ain't soil
You got a mother, she don't support you
But you bought her a new house cause you love her
Growing up you barely had a roof
Now you got a coupe and it doesn't have a roof
I guess you're accustomed to what you're used to
So you bought two, nigga
They are coming for you, nigga
Niggas be hating I'm doing them bitches
Like Susan and Karen be doing your pockets
And running the man and he's losing his f*cking mind and it's all an illusion
Who was alludin' all of this potent
I am the reason your family is using and shootin' up, it's my fault,
You can blame me motherf*cker, for killin' your aunties and uncles,
The hustle and hunger, all I wanted was a cheeseburger,
And a little chain tuck, didn't realize this game f*cked, up some lives
"Oh how's ma?" my conscience eats it up all the time
But other than that I'm fine I got a little money in my pocket.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Nigga, we broke as f*ck
Homie got a chop shop I sold that truck
And I sold that dope
Motherf*ckers hope this nigga go broke
But like my work I give no f*cks, I'm sorry
She could have been a doctor, nigga, I'm sorry
Could have been a actor and won that Oscar, said, I'm sorry
I sold that soap and I killed black folk, I'm sorry
But I got a nice car, put my sister through school
While my momma all cool, I'm sorry
I'm in too deep and I can't see the shore, I'm sorry
[Outro: Nas]
You get addicted to the flip, the transaction, the hustling
Even more than the money, it's just your job
You feel like it's your duty to be the man in between the man
And make this happen for that person, to do this and do that
You become the go to guy forever
And next thing you know you're in too deep, way too deep
Scare the shit out of you, you wind up with so much work
That you'll be scared to death
It's important for us to realize, man
We gotta get out of that, man
Ya know, dudes is buying choppers
To shoot down people that look just like them
Dudes is buying guns to take down each other
Nobody wins
Ya known what I mean?
Crack f*cked up the world, and I wonder if they realized the damage
I mean, I come from an era who made a lot of money of that shit
I wonder if it f*cked with their conscious
It f*cked with me being out there, I couldn't stand it
I couldn't stand seeing people f*cking themselves up like that
But that's where the money came from
[Hook x2: Tyler The Creator & Frank Ocean]
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow
I can get it for the low
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Shit is getting warmer on that corner
Gotta watch out for them 5-0 phoners
Your mother is a goner
I warned you before you supersized my fries with that dollar
You got a daughter, shits getting harder
The only thing you wanna bump her was your freedom
You can't afford to get caught up but you in too deep, and the seashore ain't soil
You got a mother, she don't support you
But you bought her a new house cause you love her
Growing up you barely had a roof
Now you got a coupe and it doesn't have a roof
I guess you're accustomed to what you're used to
So you bought two, nigga
They are coming for you, nigga
Niggas be hating I'm doing them bitches
Like Susan and Karen be doing your pockets
And running the man and he's losing his f*cking mind and it's all an illusion
Who was alludin' all of this potent
I am the reason your family is using and shootin' up, it's my fault,
You can blame me motherf*cker, for killin' your aunties and uncles,
The hustle and hunger, all I wanted was a cheeseburger,
And a little chain tuck, didn't realize this game f*cked, up some lives
"Oh how's ma?" my conscience eats it up all the time
But other than that I'm fine I got a little money in my pocket.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Nigga, we broke as f*ck
Homie got a chop shop I sold that truck
And I sold that dope
Motherf*ckers hope this nigga go broke
But like my work I give no f*cks, I'm sorry
She could have been a doctor, nigga, I'm sorry
Could have been a actor and won that Oscar, said, I'm sorry
I sold that soap and I killed black folk, I'm sorry
But I got a nice car, put my sister through school
While my momma all cool, I'm sorry
I'm in too deep and I can't see the shore, I'm sorry
[Outro: Nas]
You get addicted to the flip, the transaction, the hustling
Even more than the money, it's just your job
You feel like it's your duty to be the man in between the man
And make this happen for that person, to do this and do that
You become the go to guy forever
And next thing you know you're in too deep, way too deep
Scare the shit out of you, you wind up with so much work
That you'll be scared to death
It's important for us to realize, man
We gotta get out of that, man
Ya know, dudes is buying choppers
To shoot down people that look just like them
Dudes is buying guns to take down each other
Nobody wins
Ya known what I mean?
Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Colossus
Went to Six Flags
Six fags came up and said "Ayo can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said "Oh it's Wolf Gang, Yonkers, Goblin is my shit though"
Now I'm like, f*ck, I don't want to be an asshole
So I'm sitting there posing with Travis, Devon
With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
So f*cking annoyed because I missed Goliath
Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of f*ckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed the top with the box logo
And them f*cking ears, guarentee they didn't even hear Bastard
They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo, I'm going f*cking loco
"Hey Tyler can I..." No, bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a f*cking churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero, I used to get bullied
Until I heard Radicals, the last part got to me.
See, I used to give a f*ck until my cock would bleed
Now I'm the happiest I think I'll ever ever be
My life is just like yours, no father
My momma must have forgot to stop with a pop condom
In school I was the one thinking outside boxes
So everybody in them would say that I got problems
So when I heard you say it, I said it back like f*ck 'em
You're in inspiration to niggas like me
Not the niggas who like just cause of lyrics and beats
I'm talking about the niggas who don't know where they're going to be
I heard the song Bastard right in the moment of heat
Not in summer, but of course I was holding a heat
Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard first piano chord
And it drew me in like predators carrying treats
Then I said to myself f*ck is he speaking to me
See me and you we go together like snare in a beat
I mean snare and a kick drum, see me forearm
I carved OF on it this morning with a glass shard
On my green miniramp that I built in my backyard (that's weird)
That's hard, that scar from playing air guitar
When I see you play at the Roxy (uhhhh)
Tyler, I love you, I want to be just like you (alright)
I think about your face and I don't even f*cking try to (no homo)
Wish I had a basement mitt for me to hide you
We could play X-Box and listen to 'In Search Of...' and eat donuts
Over conversating about what church does
Come up with weird ass videos with roach bugs
I'm straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip
And Raquel that bitch, you should've killed that bitch
You should've took me instead (uhhh, that's weird)
See, if you can't have her then he shouldn't either
And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either
No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt
I worship until the f*cking wrinkles on my knees hurt (what the f*ck)
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbin
I know it seems like just I'm slobbing on your knob
But I'm just a fan and I'm lossing my f*cking noggin (yeah you are)
I ain't got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about 5 times
Cause (thanks for the support) I love you man (alright)
I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees, I like pants thats cut
I like words like f*ck, I got your pics on my wall
With the mouth cut out, now paper cuts on my balls
Cause your dicks in my jaw (what the f*ck)
And I hit on twitter about 10 minutes a day
And I'm bitter cause you don't even respond with a hey (sorry)
And my boys think I'm gay cause I play VCR
In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors..."
Alright my nigga, calm down, it's getting weird, take this pic
So I can get on colossus, rhyme this slow as molasses
(Tyler listen) no nigga I see you are loving my shit
And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick
But I'm not gay so its awkward, now I'm grouchy like oscar
After spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige dockers
Yonkers and yonkers (I love that song)
Sick of hearing about yonkers
I'm grateful that it worked, I attacked and conquered
"Yeah whatever but I f*cking blast at that concert
I was at the Boston one, I got a t-shirt from Sagan
And when I say sagan lockhart
And when you came out to Sandwiches
That's when my f*cking boycrush got started"
Just take this f*cking picture man, shit...
Six fags came up and said "Ayo can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said "Oh it's Wolf Gang, Yonkers, Goblin is my shit though"
Now I'm like, f*ck, I don't want to be an asshole
So I'm sitting there posing with Travis, Devon
With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
So f*cking annoyed because I missed Goliath
Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of f*ckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed the top with the box logo
And them f*cking ears, guarentee they didn't even hear Bastard
They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo, I'm going f*cking loco
"Hey Tyler can I..." No, bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a f*cking churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero, I used to get bullied
Until I heard Radicals, the last part got to me.
See, I used to give a f*ck until my cock would bleed
Now I'm the happiest I think I'll ever ever be
My life is just like yours, no father
My momma must have forgot to stop with a pop condom
In school I was the one thinking outside boxes
So everybody in them would say that I got problems
So when I heard you say it, I said it back like f*ck 'em
You're in inspiration to niggas like me
Not the niggas who like just cause of lyrics and beats
I'm talking about the niggas who don't know where they're going to be
I heard the song Bastard right in the moment of heat
Not in summer, but of course I was holding a heat
Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard first piano chord
And it drew me in like predators carrying treats
Then I said to myself f*ck is he speaking to me
See me and you we go together like snare in a beat
I mean snare and a kick drum, see me forearm
I carved OF on it this morning with a glass shard
On my green miniramp that I built in my backyard (that's weird)
That's hard, that scar from playing air guitar
When I see you play at the Roxy (uhhhh)
Tyler, I love you, I want to be just like you (alright)
I think about your face and I don't even f*cking try to (no homo)
Wish I had a basement mitt for me to hide you
We could play X-Box and listen to 'In Search Of...' and eat donuts
Over conversating about what church does
Come up with weird ass videos with roach bugs
I'm straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip
And Raquel that bitch, you should've killed that bitch
You should've took me instead (uhhh, that's weird)
See, if you can't have her then he shouldn't either
And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either
No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt
I worship until the f*cking wrinkles on my knees hurt (what the f*ck)
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbin
I know it seems like just I'm slobbing on your knob
But I'm just a fan and I'm lossing my f*cking noggin (yeah you are)
I ain't got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about 5 times
Cause (thanks for the support) I love you man (alright)
I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees, I like pants thats cut
I like words like f*ck, I got your pics on my wall
With the mouth cut out, now paper cuts on my balls
Cause your dicks in my jaw (what the f*ck)
And I hit on twitter about 10 minutes a day
And I'm bitter cause you don't even respond with a hey (sorry)
And my boys think I'm gay cause I play VCR
In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors..."
Alright my nigga, calm down, it's getting weird, take this pic
So I can get on colossus, rhyme this slow as molasses
(Tyler listen) no nigga I see you are loving my shit
And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick
But I'm not gay so its awkward, now I'm grouchy like oscar
After spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige dockers
Yonkers and yonkers (I love that song)
Sick of hearing about yonkers
I'm grateful that it worked, I attacked and conquered
"Yeah whatever but I f*cking blast at that concert
I was at the Boston one, I got a t-shirt from Sagan
And when I say sagan lockhart
And when you came out to Sandwiches
That's when my f*cking boycrush got started"
Just take this f*cking picture man, shit...
Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
PartyIsntOver / Campfire / Bimmer
[PartyIsntOver]
[Verse 1 x2: Tyler, The Creator]
Uhm, I said, the party isn't over
We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So f*cking take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we can still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So f*cking take a chance with a nigga
Like me, like me
[Campfire]
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, uhm
All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
Mother f*ckers getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking good
On this brand new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I need a piece of Hersheys
Darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the mellow over the graham
Heated it too long now it's melting over my hand
F*ck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so f*cking exciting
[Interlude: Kids]
We're making smores by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, golf wang summer
[Verse 2: Lætitia Sadier]
Sat by the fire
To witness gentle, the tragical
Transformations, cease to be mindless
Create your sweetness
and the wave float onnnn
[Tyler, The Creator]
Yo bring the bass back in
Yeah, hehe
Who ate all the f*ckin chocolate?
Oh that's Domo's fat ass, haha
Yeah
I ain't tryin to go home, really
[Bimmer]
[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator (Frank Ocean)]
Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala
(And it's dark outside)
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow
(Oooooooo)
You're f*cking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the f*cking ring is coming up?
(Oooooooo)
Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chill
(Ride for)
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Mmmm, It'll get dark outside soon (ride for it)
Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)
You don't have to lie girl to kick it its cool
We moving slow
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer, smash
You remind me of my bimmer
[Outro]
Where you been man?
I had a drop off to make real quick. Hey you've seen Salem?
Oh she with that new dude, wolf, or, Darnell, whatever his name is.
F*ck that nigga man. Hey you know where they went?
I seen 'em going down by the lake.
What the f*ck!
You good man? You need some sherm? I got some.
I got a can of these baked beans too.
[Verse 1 x2: Tyler, The Creator]
Uhm, I said, the party isn't over
We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So f*cking take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we can still dance girl
But I don't have no rhythm
So f*cking take a chance with a nigga
Like me, like me
[Campfire]
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, uhm
All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
Mother f*ckers getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking good
On this brand new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I need a piece of Hersheys
Darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the mellow over the graham
Heated it too long now it's melting over my hand
F*ck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so f*cking exciting
[Interlude: Kids]
We're making smores by the campfire
Camp flog gnaw, golf wang summer
[Verse 2: Lætitia Sadier]
Sat by the fire
To witness gentle, the tragical
Transformations, cease to be mindless
Create your sweetness
and the wave float onnnn
[Tyler, The Creator]
Yo bring the bass back in
Yeah, hehe
Who ate all the f*ckin chocolate?
Oh that's Domo's fat ass, haha
Yeah
I ain't tryin to go home, really
[Bimmer]
[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator (Frank Ocean)]
Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala
(And it's dark outside)
And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow
(Oooooooo)
You're f*cking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the f*cking ring is coming up?
(Oooooooo)
Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chill
(Ride for)
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Mmmm, It'll get dark outside soon (ride for it)
Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)
You don't have to lie girl to kick it its cool
We moving slow
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer, smash
You remind me of my bimmer
[Outro]
Where you been man?
I had a drop off to make real quick. Hey you've seen Salem?
Oh she with that new dude, wolf, or, Darnell, whatever his name is.
F*ck that nigga man. Hey you know where they went?
I seen 'em going down by the lake.
What the f*ck!
You good man? You need some sherm? I got some.
I got a can of these baked beans too.
Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
IFHY
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I never would've thought that
Feelings could get thrown in the air
Cause I accidentally caught that
I need some new boxing gloves, shit got hectic whenever I fought back
For example, ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts
That's fourteen forty a day so I'll say a hundred and forty four times
I think about you or something like that
Lost match, the f*cking thought of you with somebody else
I don't like that; cellular convos getting left in the wrong
Cause I get so f*cking mad when you don't write back
This isn't a song, I just happen to rhyme when I get emo
And find time to write facts (f*ck)
I love you
Can we add some more color, um, like, some more, yellow
Yeah, that's good
[Hook:]
I f*cking hate you
But I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled, yeah
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Girl, you f*cking with my emotions
The f*ck is all this noise about?
I even considered picking up smoking
You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out?
But in my dog house
My bitch is the raddest
Crazy who makes me the happiest
Can make me the saddest
Look Alice
Let's get lost in your wonder-er-land f*ck an atlas
You're perfectly perfect for me
What the f*ck is this, practice?
Actually, if you even consider leaving
I'll lose a couple screws in due time, I'll stop breathing
And you'll see the meaning of stalking
When I pop out the dark to find you
And that new dude that you're seeing with an attitude
Then proceed to f*ck up your evening
Make sure you never meet again like goddamn vegans
Cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing
I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you're leaving
And I'm grieving and my heart starts bleeding
Life without you has no goddamn meaning
Sorry - I'm passive-aggressive for no goddamn reason
It's that my mood change like these goddamn seasons
I'll fall for you, but I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled
Yeah
[Bridge:]
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it tonight
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it
The sky is falling bitch, let's try to catch it tonight
[Pharrell (Tyler):]
C'mon baby
Even though I hate you
I still love you
I love you
And Salem, my love (I know)
I'm passive aggressive (I'm sorry, f*ck)
(Come here)
I like when we hold hands
(You're the best around)
See I get jealous (f*ck)
And if I see that nigga (If I see him)
I just might kill him (look)
(Look. I wanna strangle you, till you stop breathing)
Love, love, love
(Spend the rest of my life, looking for air)
(So you can breathe, or we can die together, you and me)
(F*ck, look)
I'm in love (Love)
[Hook]
[Wolf/Salem:]
Wolf: Yo, why is Samuel such a f*cking dick?
Salem: He isn't such a badass actually. He's only here because he ran away, because some shit happened back home. He's actually a dweeb
Wolf: Yo, what happened?
I never would've thought that
Feelings could get thrown in the air
Cause I accidentally caught that
I need some new boxing gloves, shit got hectic whenever I fought back
For example, ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts
That's fourteen forty a day so I'll say a hundred and forty four times
I think about you or something like that
Lost match, the f*cking thought of you with somebody else
I don't like that; cellular convos getting left in the wrong
Cause I get so f*cking mad when you don't write back
This isn't a song, I just happen to rhyme when I get emo
And find time to write facts (f*ck)
I love you
Can we add some more color, um, like, some more, yellow
Yeah, that's good
[Hook:]
I f*cking hate you
But I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled, yeah
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Girl, you f*cking with my emotions
The f*ck is all this noise about?
I even considered picking up smoking
You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out?
But in my dog house
My bitch is the raddest
Crazy who makes me the happiest
Can make me the saddest
Look Alice
Let's get lost in your wonder-er-land f*ck an atlas
You're perfectly perfect for me
What the f*ck is this, practice?
Actually, if you even consider leaving
I'll lose a couple screws in due time, I'll stop breathing
And you'll see the meaning of stalking
When I pop out the dark to find you
And that new dude that you're seeing with an attitude
Then proceed to f*ck up your evening
Make sure you never meet again like goddamn vegans
Cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing
I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you're leaving
And I'm grieving and my heart starts bleeding
Life without you has no goddamn meaning
Sorry - I'm passive-aggressive for no goddamn reason
It's that my mood change like these goddamn seasons
I'll fall for you, but I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled
Yeah
[Bridge:]
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it tonight
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it
The sky is falling girl, let's try to catch it
The sky is falling bitch, let's try to catch it tonight
[Pharrell (Tyler):]
C'mon baby
Even though I hate you
I still love you
I love you
And Salem, my love (I know)
I'm passive aggressive (I'm sorry, f*ck)
(Come here)
I like when we hold hands
(You're the best around)
See I get jealous (f*ck)
And if I see that nigga (If I see him)
I just might kill him (look)
(Look. I wanna strangle you, till you stop breathing)
Love, love, love
(Spend the rest of my life, looking for air)
(So you can breathe, or we can die together, you and me)
(F*ck, look)
I'm in love (Love)
[Hook]
[Wolf/Salem:]
Wolf: Yo, why is Samuel such a f*cking dick?
Salem: He isn't such a badass actually. He's only here because he ran away, because some shit happened back home. He's actually a dweeb
Wolf: Yo, what happened?
Writer: Tyler Okonma, Pharrell Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pigs
[Verse 1:]
Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang
I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names
I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably say the same
F*ck.. Hated by everyone thats the way it seems
I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem
I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I'm amused alone
Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team
Depression on the stalk again
My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough
Whenever I am losing Oxygen, bully hand around my neck
Because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again
I brought that on myself, see I should know my place
But not at lunchtime, see
I know better then to show my face around them
But the day I do it will be everywhere
When I share these feelings Finally they gon' f*cking care
[Hook]
Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots
Crash a couple
Gather all the bullies, crush them motherf*ckers
Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus
Its Us. Nigga.
I said its us, nigga.
[Verse 2:]
Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you
Was when I... "uh" with all them burners, you
Think that I'm some punk bully bitch who ain't gone trouble you
Well I'm gonna burst your bubble two times if you don't mind umm
"Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and thats Tyler
And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats!
Don't start asking whats packin in these trench coats!
But just know if you start acting I'm grabbin for these trench coats!
My step-father called me a fag, I'll show him a fag
I'll light a fire up in his ass
And recently them assholes that be f*ckin' with me in class.
So I'mma keep them motherf*ckers there and make sure they pass Huh.
My prom date, she distance my offer
So I'mma [?] and toss her in the principles office
Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend?
(Yeah but my parents)
Oh don't worry you will probably never see them again
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Bum bum bo bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum
Bum. bum. bum. burumrumrumrum bum bum bum
Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe
We are the Sams, and we're dead its just four of us
We come in peace we mean no harm and we're inglorious
We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us
I guess we lost ours
[Verse 3:]
Music had nothing to do with my final decision
I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention
But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had
Since I was a kid but I'm growing up so they missin'
I didn't mean to hurt anybody I'm sorry
I wouldn't hurt a fly or consider joining the army
I'm hardly ever angry, roger rabbit framed me
Momma I'm the same f*cking kid that you made see?
I don't wanna go to jail I just wanna go home
And I want those f*cking kids at school to just leave me alone
And I... I hear helicopters make them dip
I'm f*cking reloaded I told you all that I ain't takin' shit
You better backup before this mac starts to lift up
I'll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up
The difference between us and our class is tan khakis
I got 99 problems and all of them is being happy
Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang
I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names
I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably say the same
F*ck.. Hated by everyone thats the way it seems
I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem
I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I'm amused alone
Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team
Depression on the stalk again
My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough
Whenever I am losing Oxygen, bully hand around my neck
Because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again
I brought that on myself, see I should know my place
But not at lunchtime, see
I know better then to show my face around them
But the day I do it will be everywhere
When I share these feelings Finally they gon' f*cking care
[Hook]
Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots
Crash a couple
Gather all the bullies, crush them motherf*ckers
Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus
Its Us. Nigga.
I said its us, nigga.
[Verse 2:]
Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you
Was when I... "uh" with all them burners, you
Think that I'm some punk bully bitch who ain't gone trouble you
Well I'm gonna burst your bubble two times if you don't mind umm
"Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and thats Tyler
And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats!
Don't start asking whats packin in these trench coats!
But just know if you start acting I'm grabbin for these trench coats!
My step-father called me a fag, I'll show him a fag
I'll light a fire up in his ass
And recently them assholes that be f*ckin' with me in class.
So I'mma keep them motherf*ckers there and make sure they pass Huh.
My prom date, she distance my offer
So I'mma [?] and toss her in the principles office
Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend?
(Yeah but my parents)
Oh don't worry you will probably never see them again
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Bum bum bo bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum
Bum. bum. bum. burumrumrumrum bum bum bum
Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe
We are the Sams, and we're dead its just four of us
We come in peace we mean no harm and we're inglorious
We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us
I guess we lost ours
[Verse 3:]
Music had nothing to do with my final decision
I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention
But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had
Since I was a kid but I'm growing up so they missin'
I didn't mean to hurt anybody I'm sorry
I wouldn't hurt a fly or consider joining the army
I'm hardly ever angry, roger rabbit framed me
Momma I'm the same f*cking kid that you made see?
I don't wanna go to jail I just wanna go home
And I want those f*cking kids at school to just leave me alone
And I... I hear helicopters make them dip
I'm f*cking reloaded I told you all that I ain't takin' shit
You better backup before this mac starts to lift up
I'll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up
The difference between us and our class is tan khakis
I got 99 problems and all of them is being happy
Writer: TYLER OKONMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Parking Lot
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Tall ugly nigga with lips bigger than tigger,
Only blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigger, (Uhh),
Cotton-picking nigger, Golf Wang season sicker than the block,
Colette and skateshops, where wolves deal 'em, (Uhh),
Workshop is awesome, ask Dill And let's pretend like,
I'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these f*cking stickers, (Uhm),
Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesn't suck,
Bitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor, (Uhh)
Pink haired Mrs, I'm her mister, sipping slurpees, bag of chips,
Now show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture, (Uhh),
OF is popping like a blister, need some listerine,
Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister, (Uhh),
Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner out of ten flasks,
Plotting on the babysitter before dinner, and hopefully I get her,
If I don't, F*ck it then, see I never simp son, pull the opposite of Smithers, I'm done bitch
[Hook: Casey Veggies & Tyler, the Creator]
Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot,
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot,
The moon not working and the stars align,
I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind,
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot,
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot,
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
(Somebody told me...)
I had a decline in the buzz, not a shocker bruh, I had the stun gun in my bum,
And when I drop shit you better have a towel and a sponge,
And ask why bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum,
In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem,
This shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in Harlem,
Eaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthon(y),
We just sit and burn shit just like my f*cking anthem
[Verse 3: Mike G]
I'm like goals, those is something you have to stand to reach,
My campaign speech elect me, Commander in Chief,
Respect to me is ever minor, appearances cause mass hysteria,
But I'm still uncomparable, I'm like the face of America,
I'm the ambassador from a land made of gold,
I'm a f*ckin' centerfold, I'm somethin' to behold,
I can kill a hundred shows, take on for the road,
I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
It's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit bruh,
A son of a bitch I am, yup, I'm a sick pup,
(I thought that you were nice)
Yeah I am slut,
I'm also half ass a racist who hates niggas, Yep I'm a mixed mutt
Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case,
Golf is the bedsheets, (Hat and my T-shirt),
TrashWang sticker on that Chima Ferguson,
I'm real with the box, and I murder with the pen,
It's Bimmer Boy's boy never swerving in the Benz,
I'm listening to Dead Sam demos on the ten,
Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon?
It's Loiter Squad nigga...
F*cking Loiter Squad...
Sam's after you
Sam's after who?
You!
For what? What the f*ck?
He found out that you and Salem are hanging out, he said he gonna kill you
Kill me? What the f*ck you mean kill me?
Slow down, slow down, what the f*ck you mean he gonna kill me?
I don't know, he just said he gonna kill you
Not if I get to him first
Tall ugly nigga with lips bigger than tigger,
Only blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigger, (Uhh),
Cotton-picking nigger, Golf Wang season sicker than the block,
Colette and skateshops, where wolves deal 'em, (Uhh),
Workshop is awesome, ask Dill And let's pretend like,
I'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these f*cking stickers, (Uhm),
Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesn't suck,
Bitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor, (Uhh)
Pink haired Mrs, I'm her mister, sipping slurpees, bag of chips,
Now show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture, (Uhh),
OF is popping like a blister, need some listerine,
Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister, (Uhh),
Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner out of ten flasks,
Plotting on the babysitter before dinner, and hopefully I get her,
If I don't, F*ck it then, see I never simp son, pull the opposite of Smithers, I'm done bitch
[Hook: Casey Veggies & Tyler, the Creator]
Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot,
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot,
The moon not working and the stars align,
I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind,
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot,
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot,
Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
(Somebody told me...)
I had a decline in the buzz, not a shocker bruh, I had the stun gun in my bum,
And when I drop shit you better have a towel and a sponge,
And ask why bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum,
In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem,
This shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in Harlem,
Eaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthon(y),
We just sit and burn shit just like my f*cking anthem
[Verse 3: Mike G]
I'm like goals, those is something you have to stand to reach,
My campaign speech elect me, Commander in Chief,
Respect to me is ever minor, appearances cause mass hysteria,
But I'm still uncomparable, I'm like the face of America,
I'm the ambassador from a land made of gold,
I'm a f*ckin' centerfold, I'm somethin' to behold,
I can kill a hundred shows, take on for the road,
I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
It's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit bruh,
A son of a bitch I am, yup, I'm a sick pup,
(I thought that you were nice)
Yeah I am slut,
I'm also half ass a racist who hates niggas, Yep I'm a mixed mutt
Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case,
Golf is the bedsheets, (Hat and my T-shirt),
TrashWang sticker on that Chima Ferguson,
I'm real with the box, and I murder with the pen,
It's Bimmer Boy's boy never swerving in the Benz,
I'm listening to Dead Sam demos on the ten,
Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon?
It's Loiter Squad nigga...
F*cking Loiter Squad...
Sam's after you
Sam's after who?
You!
For what? What the f*ck?
He found out that you and Salem are hanging out, he said he gonna kill you
Kill me? What the f*ck you mean kill me?
Slow down, slow down, what the f*ck you mean he gonna kill me?
I don't know, he just said he gonna kill you
Not if I get to him first
Writer: Tyler Okonma, Michael Griffin, Casey Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rusty
[Intro]
I'm saying, you know, like
All I ever told you to do was grow up, don't grow down
You know, like, you know, grow up!
Don't grow down, grow out
You go from being a kid, doing your thing, hanging out with friends
Months later you're world famous
You're a gay rights activist, and you don't even know it
You know what, I don't wanna say it to you no more, Tyler
F*ck you Tyler!
[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Watch me get this money nigga, tired of being hungry nigga
Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'mma punch a nigga
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my nigga
Passing all you hating f*cking fags we don't discuss, my nigga
We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies, bitch
I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out here poppin' ollie switch
Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad, its thick
Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying breed
And we don't give a f*ck, so we cannot supply your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please
My pocket's solid, making profit off the highest tees
Bitch, [?] twerk as I get on the verse, cursin'
Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin'
Make actions, f*ck rehearsing
[Hook x2: Domo Genesis]
Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with leather
Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better
I was a drama club kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts itched
I was defiant, always said, "F*ck shit"
Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some
See I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
And I be gassin' in my buzz like some bees in a Shell
F*cking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some braille
I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like f*ck it, start being yourself
These f*cking rappers got stylist, it's cause they can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy? Posers looking silly boy
I'm in that past season 'Preme shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is (Diddy Riese)
Na'kel Smith. Transworld page 64
Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the f*cking quiet game
The f*ck am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists
God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
See y'all niggas trippin' man
Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
Though I'm the reason that her motherf*cking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind
But talk is money, I said, "Hi," I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd. That shit is barnacles, huh?
They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an athiest that just worships Satan,
And it's probably why I'm not getting no f*cking album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't f*ckin' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for their f*cking ratings
"Analog" fans are getting sick of the rape
All the "Tron Cat" fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints
But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
Over and over, shit, who gives a f*ck what I think?
My fans don't think turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
F*ck buying studio time. I'mma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you motherf*ckers a link, bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]
This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering.
So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But Momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (Why don't you jump you f*cking pussy?)
I'm seeing it's a drop in my occular, jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff.
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (F*cking faggot).
Or get compared to f*cking pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you).
Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no f*cks and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (Pistol, I got one!).
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
(Oh, shut the f*ck up!).
[Gunshot]
[Outro: Sam]
Samuel's here!
Where's Wolf?
F*cking faggot.
Salem was mine, bitch!
Was that good enough, you f*cking pussy?
I'm saying, you know, like
All I ever told you to do was grow up, don't grow down
You know, like, you know, grow up!
Don't grow down, grow out
You go from being a kid, doing your thing, hanging out with friends
Months later you're world famous
You're a gay rights activist, and you don't even know it
You know what, I don't wanna say it to you no more, Tyler
F*ck you Tyler!
[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Watch me get this money nigga, tired of being hungry nigga
Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'mma punch a nigga
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my nigga
Passing all you hating f*cking fags we don't discuss, my nigga
We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies, bitch
I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out here poppin' ollie switch
Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad, its thick
Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying breed
And we don't give a f*ck, so we cannot supply your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please
My pocket's solid, making profit off the highest tees
Bitch, [?] twerk as I get on the verse, cursin'
Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin'
Make actions, f*ck rehearsing
[Hook x2: Domo Genesis]
Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with leather
Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better
I was a drama club kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts itched
I was defiant, always said, "F*ck shit"
Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some
See I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
And I be gassin' in my buzz like some bees in a Shell
F*cking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some braille
I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like f*ck it, start being yourself
These f*cking rappers got stylist, it's cause they can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy? Posers looking silly boy
I'm in that past season 'Preme shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is (Diddy Riese)
Na'kel Smith. Transworld page 64
Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the f*cking quiet game
The f*ck am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists
God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
See y'all niggas trippin' man
Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
Though I'm the reason that her motherf*cking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind
But talk is money, I said, "Hi," I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd. That shit is barnacles, huh?
They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an athiest that just worships Satan,
And it's probably why I'm not getting no f*cking album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't f*ckin' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for their f*cking ratings
"Analog" fans are getting sick of the rape
All the "Tron Cat" fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints
But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
Over and over, shit, who gives a f*ck what I think?
My fans don't think turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
F*ck buying studio time. I'mma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you motherf*ckers a link, bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]
This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering.
So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But Momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (Why don't you jump you f*cking pussy?)
I'm seeing it's a drop in my occular, jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff.
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (F*cking faggot).
Or get compared to f*cking pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you).
Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no f*cks and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (Pistol, I got one!).
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
(Oh, shut the f*ck up!).
[Gunshot]
[Outro: Sam]
Samuel's here!
Where's Wolf?
F*cking faggot.
Salem was mine, bitch!
Was that good enough, you f*cking pussy?
Writer: Tyler Okonma, Dominique Cole, Thebe Kgositsile
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Trashwang
Sawed-off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a f*ck about these hoes
[Tyler:]
Hold on, run that shit back
(This is a DJ Stank Daddy exclusive)
I want the black kids to like me for this one, man
[Lee Spielman:]
Trash Wang
Illegal Shit
Golf Wang
[Screaming throughout the whole song]
[Verse 1: Na-Kel]
Bitch I'm with the f*cking extras
Big dog, cup full of egg nog
Don't give a f*ck 'bout shit but clips and
Camp Flog Gnaw
Sawed-Off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a f*ck about these hoes
They just slob knob in New York shows
Thirsty for the clips till I'm not flow
Pusha Georgia trip, bitch I got it poppin'
Me and Jasper goin' coffin shoppin'
Hoes see the board be a lot of boxes
Bitches see a boy and they mouth be frontin
Chains is glossin'
Bitch
[Hook:]
Trash Wang niggas
Thrilla we da killa
You can tell I'm Golf Wanging
By the f*cking stickers"
OF or Wolf Gang
My niggas is my niggas
Don't let the skateboards fool you
Know niggas that pull triggers
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them niggas are swell
Tighter than a straight nigga goin' to jail
Locked in a box, nigga, off them socks
I can finally afford the bail
My bitch isn't bad
She's pretty normal looking with a real nice ass
Now hop off my dick, what it beeee
Bitch, Mob, Task, Force, Lil, B, nigga
Speaking of the devil
Y'all niggas cornier than kettle
Y'all couldn't smoke crack or heroin, in a black ops plane and reach my level
Ate some bugs and I made some carrots
F*ck y'all niggas' bullshit, y'all cherish
I'm 21, I threw a party but...
Difference is, y'all didn't have a ferris
Wheel
[Verse 3: Jasper]
55 Grams in the wrap nigga
I face that
Just copped that motherf*cker Bimmer nigga
I race that
Keep talking that shit
I'll pull your card
Get chipped like that nigga from stomp the yard
Don't f*ck with Jasper
He a retard
Kill ya mother f*cking grandma have your family scarred
[Verse 4: Tyler the Creator]
Might f*ck around and be a goat named Felicia
Sorry, got a little excited
It's prolly all the meth Walt Jr provided
Wolf Gang, up in this bitch
Red Riding Hood is pissed
Somebody tell Megan and Sarah to come and suck a
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Taco]
Bimmers for days
White bitches is slaves
Niggas ain't with that warfare
My goons got aim
100 racks before 18
200 before I hit 6 feet
Nigga we bout it bout it
Yo bitch try to suck my dick
[Verse 6: Lucas]
Hold up my chain
Versace Flocka Flame
Pull up in the tank
Cock back and aim (ouch)
Spit my verse on the Gold Flame
I'm loading up the 9 shouting Golf Wang
Your bitch tattoo
It say my name
Sacchee Santana
Nigga bird gang
Supreme team
7th Vail
Paying all these ratchets
Phone bills
[L-Boy:]
(What) Yeah
Y'all niggas thought it was a game
We shutting the motherf*cking shit down now nigga
It's over for you bitch niggas
I'm here with my nigga nasty Nak', Mr. Versace
Wolf Haley in this motherf*cker
Jasper The Motherf*cking Dolphin
And my nigga, Mike G
We taking this shit over
It's shut down for you bitch niggas
I got the Tech
I'm bustin' at y'all bitches heads nigga
F*ck all you niggas
It's gettin' hot in here
[Tyler:]
Odd Future Wolf Gang bruh we Kill 'Em All
Golf Wang sticker on that Trash Wang
Niggas know that OF poppin Loiter Squad to Flog Gnaw
OFWGKTA yeah you niggas know them seven letters long
Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this bitch
Golf Wang up in this bitch
Litter Life up in this bitch
OFM, banging on your motherf*ckin' FM
Nigga, f*ck you thought this was nigga
Haha
Click Click [gunshot]
[Salem:] What the f*ck was that
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a f*ck about these hoes
[Tyler:]
Hold on, run that shit back
(This is a DJ Stank Daddy exclusive)
I want the black kids to like me for this one, man
[Lee Spielman:]
Trash Wang
Illegal Shit
Golf Wang
[Screaming throughout the whole song]
[Verse 1: Na-Kel]
Bitch I'm with the f*cking extras
Big dog, cup full of egg nog
Don't give a f*ck 'bout shit but clips and
Camp Flog Gnaw
Sawed-Off I eat those
These clothes they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Don't give a f*ck about these hoes
They just slob knob in New York shows
Thirsty for the clips till I'm not flow
Pusha Georgia trip, bitch I got it poppin'
Me and Jasper goin' coffin shoppin'
Hoes see the board be a lot of boxes
Bitches see a boy and they mouth be frontin
Chains is glossin'
Bitch
[Hook:]
Trash Wang niggas
Thrilla we da killa
You can tell I'm Golf Wanging
By the f*cking stickers"
OF or Wolf Gang
My niggas is my niggas
Don't let the skateboards fool you
Know niggas that pull triggers
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up
Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them niggas are swell
Tighter than a straight nigga goin' to jail
Locked in a box, nigga, off them socks
I can finally afford the bail
My bitch isn't bad
She's pretty normal looking with a real nice ass
Now hop off my dick, what it beeee
Bitch, Mob, Task, Force, Lil, B, nigga
Speaking of the devil
Y'all niggas cornier than kettle
Y'all couldn't smoke crack or heroin, in a black ops plane and reach my level
Ate some bugs and I made some carrots
F*ck y'all niggas' bullshit, y'all cherish
I'm 21, I threw a party but...
Difference is, y'all didn't have a ferris
Wheel
[Verse 3: Jasper]
55 Grams in the wrap nigga
I face that
Just copped that motherf*cker Bimmer nigga
I race that
Keep talking that shit
I'll pull your card
Get chipped like that nigga from stomp the yard
Don't f*ck with Jasper
He a retard
Kill ya mother f*cking grandma have your family scarred
[Verse 4: Tyler the Creator]
Might f*ck around and be a goat named Felicia
Sorry, got a little excited
It's prolly all the meth Walt Jr provided
Wolf Gang, up in this bitch
Red Riding Hood is pissed
Somebody tell Megan and Sarah to come and suck a
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Taco]
Bimmers for days
White bitches is slaves
Niggas ain't with that warfare
My goons got aim
100 racks before 18
200 before I hit 6 feet
Nigga we bout it bout it
Yo bitch try to suck my dick
[Verse 6: Lucas]
Hold up my chain
Versace Flocka Flame
Pull up in the tank
Cock back and aim (ouch)
Spit my verse on the Gold Flame
I'm loading up the 9 shouting Golf Wang
Your bitch tattoo
It say my name
Sacchee Santana
Nigga bird gang
Supreme team
7th Vail
Paying all these ratchets
Phone bills
[L-Boy:]
(What) Yeah
Y'all niggas thought it was a game
We shutting the motherf*cking shit down now nigga
It's over for you bitch niggas
I'm here with my nigga nasty Nak', Mr. Versace
Wolf Haley in this motherf*cker
Jasper The Motherf*cking Dolphin
And my nigga, Mike G
We taking this shit over
It's shut down for you bitch niggas
I got the Tech
I'm bustin' at y'all bitches heads nigga
F*ck all you niggas
It's gettin' hot in here
[Tyler:]
Odd Future Wolf Gang bruh we Kill 'Em All
Golf Wang sticker on that Trash Wang
Niggas know that OF poppin Loiter Squad to Flog Gnaw
OFWGKTA yeah you niggas know them seven letters long
Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this bitch
Golf Wang up in this bitch
Litter Life up in this bitch
OFM, banging on your motherf*ckin' FM
Nigga, f*ck you thought this was nigga
Haha
Click Click [gunshot]
[Salem:] What the f*ck was that
Writer: Tyler Okonma, Davon Wilson, Travis Bennett, Lionel Boyce, Na'kel Smith, Lucas Wells
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Treehome95
[Salem]
You wanna hear the new song we just did? It's not finished but... yeah
[Coco O - Intro:]
I want to go
I want to go
Baby let's go
To my treehome
Treehome
[Verse 1:]
Special
So let's go
Lets go oh oh
Oh, lets go
I wanna go
(Mmm)
Treehome
[Tyler]
(Bridge!)
[Tyler & Coco O - Bridge:]
Coming for you
Oh yeah, we won't stop
You're my favorite crayon in the box
Lets think outside the lines
Come to my tree house, yeah
Let's escape then let me go head first
And from what I've heard, it's great
It's great
[Verse 2:]
[Tyler]
(There's a party)
[Erykah Badu]
Tuesday is good news day
Not usually a full tray
Can you pack your PJs?
[Tyler]
(There's a party)
[Erykah Badu]
Come into my treehome
Boy, you must be special
[Tyler]
(I'm special baby)
[Erykah Badu]
No one ever comes here
[Erykah Badu - Outro:]
Tuesday is good news day
Not usually a full tray
Can I pack your PJs?
You must be special
Come into my treehome
Boy, you must be
(Let's just escape)
(Let's go to my tree house baby)
Special
Lets just escape
You and me
(Oh, he's special)
Let's just escape
Will you come into my tree house?
You wanna hear the new song we just did? It's not finished but... yeah
[Coco O - Intro:]
I want to go
I want to go
Baby let's go
To my treehome
Treehome
[Verse 1:]
Special
So let's go
Lets go oh oh
Oh, lets go
I wanna go
(Mmm)
Treehome
[Tyler]
(Bridge!)
[Tyler & Coco O - Bridge:]
Coming for you
Oh yeah, we won't stop
You're my favorite crayon in the box
Lets think outside the lines
Come to my tree house, yeah
Let's escape then let me go head first
And from what I've heard, it's great
It's great
[Verse 2:]
[Tyler]
(There's a party)
[Erykah Badu]
Tuesday is good news day
Not usually a full tray
Can you pack your PJs?
[Tyler]
(There's a party)
[Erykah Badu]
Come into my treehome
Boy, you must be special
[Tyler]
(I'm special baby)
[Erykah Badu]
No one ever comes here
[Erykah Badu - Outro:]
Tuesday is good news day
Not usually a full tray
Can I pack your PJs?
You must be special
Come into my treehome
Boy, you must be
(Let's just escape)
(Let's go to my tree house baby)
Special
Lets just escape
You and me
(Oh, he's special)
Let's just escape
Will you come into my tree house?
Writer: ERICA WRIGHT, CECILIE HASTRUP KARSHOEJ, TYLER GREGORY OKONMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Tamale
[Verse 1 — Tyler, the Creator:]
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
In fact, get an Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
(Just f*ckin' around)
[Hook — Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator:]
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty,
Hot tamale is on,
Can of beans bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 2 — Tyler, the Creator:]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, motherf*cker I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
F*ck I look like? Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a f*ck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (F*ck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "You're going to jail now!"
[Hook]
[Verse 3 — Tyler, the Creator:]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a f*ck?
Bitch Suck Dick, motherf*ck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar,
Boulder on my seal, Colorado
F*ck Michael bitch, I'm badder than my B.O.
Find me a lunch, tryna dance during Kemo.
Before they repossess us, strong arms bands, and tuxedos.
[Hook 2 — Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator:]
Yeah buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na na na!
Golf wang, golf wang, go f*ck you, na na na na na na!
Why y'all so salty,
Hot tamale is on
Can of beans bitch I'm on,
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 4 — Tyler, the Creator:]
How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes, [?]
NRA bout to lose my shit,
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergins in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, f*ck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction make a sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flat line, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing like...
[Outro]
[Wolf:] Oh shit, aw f*ck.
[Clancy:] What the f*ck!
[Wolf:] Aw, I'm sorry.
[Clancy:] Is that my shirt?
[Wolf:] Yeah sorry I needed something
[Clancy:] Clean that shit up, we're going to the office!
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
In fact, get an Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
(Just f*ckin' around)
[Hook — Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator:]
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty,
Hot tamale is on,
Can of beans bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 2 — Tyler, the Creator:]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, motherf*cker I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, cause he's puffin' the trees, please
F*ck I look like? Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a f*ck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (F*ck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "You're going to jail now!"
[Hook]
[Verse 3 — Tyler, the Creator:]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a f*ck?
Bitch Suck Dick, motherf*ck you and your opinions, (can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir,
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar,
Boulder on my seal, Colorado
F*ck Michael bitch, I'm badder than my B.O.
Find me a lunch, tryna dance during Kemo.
Before they repossess us, strong arms bands, and tuxedos.
[Hook 2 — Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator:]
Yeah buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na na na!
Golf wang, golf wang, go f*ck you, na na na na na na!
Why y'all so salty,
Hot tamale is on
Can of beans bitch I'm on,
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 4 — Tyler, the Creator:]
How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes, [?]
NRA bout to lose my shit,
Shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergins in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, f*ck lotion, I don't need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction make a sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flat line, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing like...
[Outro]
[Wolf:] Oh shit, aw f*ck.
[Clancy:] What the f*ck!
[Wolf:] Aw, I'm sorry.
[Clancy:] Is that my shirt?
[Wolf:] Yeah sorry I needed something
[Clancy:] Clean that shit up, we're going to the office!
Writer: TYLER OKONMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lone
[Dr. TC:]
So, what's going on Wolf? Talk to me man...
People worry, we hear stories about you getting into fights
and all this unnecessary bullshit. What's on your mind? Talk to me I'm here.
[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Domo roll another one, I'm just f*ckin' with you I ain't smokin' none
My squad bring terror, no intended pun
Merch booth made niggas extensive funds
Momma got the Rover with the Range
She don't ever ever gotta struggle, not again
And I put that on my dead grandmother's name...too soon
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
My nigga Slater, yeah that's my little pony
Little homies is reppin' like I been f*ckin' with Kony
Nigga Phillip and Kobe, to my niggas that know me
Ya boy seem happy as f*ck but truthfully ya boy lonely
Niggas a target for marketing, he's an artist
Can't even walk into Target without bothering customers bothering
Asking me for a picture, then I talk to their sister
Naw nigga, get lost, you're f*cking smothering
God I wanna quit, but I can't, cause mother and sister can't pay the rent
4 stories with storage, I'm 21 with a mortgage
And tourings' paying the bills, life is paying for thrills
Lifes' a bitch bruh but from the third floor which is gorgeous
A year ago I was broke, now how can I afford this
I started off with disposables now I have an assortment
And I'm using these negatives to develop a portrait
Now the frame is a pain in the ass to get it in
Without a scratch or stain on the glass
But that's not important, just as long as it's printed
And I hinted it is, and when I get it I'll make sure you get a copy bitch
Shit I'll even add a signature with the f*ckin' pic-ature
I'll even tell you the film I used in the aperture
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Grandmother died, didn't cry not a tear
I got a lot of f*ckin wind no water dripped out the eye
But when I got the news, yup it left your boy stuck
Cause when my mom dipped out she was the one that gave me a f*ck
Mom callin' and callin', I'm on my way to a show
I answer, she cryin' sayin' Sadie is dyin'
The doc said she only had a week for us to speak
Before she deceased, cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up
F*ck, nah this is really awkward for me bruh
I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back
And started to think, like "What the f*ck just happened?"
I never had a death and I just seen her a week ago
Meet them at the hospital I should
In between the set of BADBADNOTGOOD
Lionel asked what happened I said it's bad bad, not good
Just take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of Oakwood
Gettin' there, family sittin' center chair
Awkard in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air
Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there, there's a room
Open up the curtain, she's just sitting there, hello
Our conversations brief, couldn't even make eye contact when we speak
Lookin' at her you could tell all she had was weak
And I'm not talkin' days bruh, I'm talkin' 'bout her strife
I sat there 20 minutes tops, hopin' it was just a f*ckin' plea that she could cop
She died that night
[Dr. TC:] Oh that's heavy man, I'm sorry for your loss
[Tyler:] Yeah whatever, don't worry about it..
[Dr. TC:] Last time I seen Sammy he was lookin' for you
[Tyler:] F*ck that nigga Sammy
[Dr. TC:] Uhh... Have you seen him?
[Tyler:] Nah but if I seen that nigga I woulda killed 'em
So, what's going on Wolf? Talk to me man...
People worry, we hear stories about you getting into fights
and all this unnecessary bullshit. What's on your mind? Talk to me I'm here.
[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
Domo roll another one, I'm just f*ckin' with you I ain't smokin' none
My squad bring terror, no intended pun
Merch booth made niggas extensive funds
Momma got the Rover with the Range
She don't ever ever gotta struggle, not again
And I put that on my dead grandmother's name...too soon
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
My nigga Slater, yeah that's my little pony
Little homies is reppin' like I been f*ckin' with Kony
Nigga Phillip and Kobe, to my niggas that know me
Ya boy seem happy as f*ck but truthfully ya boy lonely
Niggas a target for marketing, he's an artist
Can't even walk into Target without bothering customers bothering
Asking me for a picture, then I talk to their sister
Naw nigga, get lost, you're f*cking smothering
God I wanna quit, but I can't, cause mother and sister can't pay the rent
4 stories with storage, I'm 21 with a mortgage
And tourings' paying the bills, life is paying for thrills
Lifes' a bitch bruh but from the third floor which is gorgeous
A year ago I was broke, now how can I afford this
I started off with disposables now I have an assortment
And I'm using these negatives to develop a portrait
Now the frame is a pain in the ass to get it in
Without a scratch or stain on the glass
But that's not important, just as long as it's printed
And I hinted it is, and when I get it I'll make sure you get a copy bitch
Shit I'll even add a signature with the f*ckin' pic-ature
I'll even tell you the film I used in the aperture
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Grandmother died, didn't cry not a tear
I got a lot of f*ckin wind no water dripped out the eye
But when I got the news, yup it left your boy stuck
Cause when my mom dipped out she was the one that gave me a f*ck
Mom callin' and callin', I'm on my way to a show
I answer, she cryin' sayin' Sadie is dyin'
The doc said she only had a week for us to speak
Before she deceased, cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up
F*ck, nah this is really awkward for me bruh
I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back
And started to think, like "What the f*ck just happened?"
I never had a death and I just seen her a week ago
Meet them at the hospital I should
In between the set of BADBADNOTGOOD
Lionel asked what happened I said it's bad bad, not good
Just take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of Oakwood
Gettin' there, family sittin' center chair
Awkard in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air
Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there, there's a room
Open up the curtain, she's just sitting there, hello
Our conversations brief, couldn't even make eye contact when we speak
Lookin' at her you could tell all she had was weak
And I'm not talkin' days bruh, I'm talkin' 'bout her strife
I sat there 20 minutes tops, hopin' it was just a f*ckin' plea that she could cop
She died that night
[Dr. TC:] Oh that's heavy man, I'm sorry for your loss
[Tyler:] Yeah whatever, don't worry about it..
[Dr. TC:] Last time I seen Sammy he was lookin' for you
[Tyler:] F*ck that nigga Sammy
[Dr. TC:] Uhh... Have you seen him?
[Tyler:] Nah but if I seen that nigga I woulda killed 'em
Writer: TYLER OKONMA, ROBERTO MENESCAL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Wolf is the third studio album by the American rapper Tyler, the Creator. It was released on April 2, 2013, by Odd Future Records. The album features guest appearances from Mike G, Domo Genesis, Earl Sweatshirt, Left Brain, Hodgy Beats, Erykah Badu and Pharrell, among others.
Wolf was supported by its lead single, "Domo23". The album received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number three on the US Billboard 200, selling 89,000 copies in its first week.
Tyler's two prior projects, Bastard and Goblin, contained lyrics and themes commonly used in the horrorcore subgenre, which Tyler claimed to not be part of. In November 2011, in an interview with Spin, Tyler expressed wanting to shift away from the themes of his previous work, stating:
Talking about rape and cutting bodies up, it just doesn't interest me anymore... what interests me is making weird hippie music for people to get high to. With Wolf, I'll brag a little more, talk about money and buying shit. But not like any other rapper, I'll be a smart-ass about it. People who wanted the first album again, I can't do that. I was 18, broke as fuck. On my third album, I have money and I'm hanging out with my idols. I can't rap about the same shit.
Wolf is a concept album that features a continuous story of characters Wolf, Sam and Salem. Therapist character Dr. TC makes his last appearance on a Tyler album on the final track "Lone". The story presented in Wolf has been said to link to Tyler's two previous projects, with debates occurring on whether Wolf comes chronologically before or after Goblin.
In the United States, Wolf debuted at number three on the Billboard 200, selling 89,000 copies in the first week. In its second week, the album sold 18,000 more copies bringing its sales total to 107,000 in the United States.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Tyler, The CreatorWolf was supported by its lead single, "Domo23". The album received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number three on the US Billboard 200, selling 89,000 copies in its first week.
Tyler's two prior projects, Bastard and Goblin, contained lyrics and themes commonly used in the horrorcore subgenre, which Tyler claimed to not be part of. In November 2011, in an interview with Spin, Tyler expressed wanting to shift away from the themes of his previous work, stating:
Talking about rape and cutting bodies up, it just doesn't interest me anymore... what interests me is making weird hippie music for people to get high to. With Wolf, I'll brag a little more, talk about money and buying shit. But not like any other rapper, I'll be a smart-ass about it. People who wanted the first album again, I can't do that. I was 18, broke as fuck. On my third album, I have money and I'm hanging out with my idols. I can't rap about the same shit.
Wolf is a concept album that features a continuous story of characters Wolf, Sam and Salem. Therapist character Dr. TC makes his last appearance on a Tyler album on the final track "Lone". The story presented in Wolf has been said to link to Tyler's two previous projects, with debates occurring on whether Wolf comes chronologically before or after Goblin.
In the United States, Wolf debuted at number three on the Billboard 200, selling 89,000 copies in the first week. In its second week, the album sold 18,000 more copies bringing its sales total to 107,000 in the United States.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: Mike G, Domo Genesis, Earl Sweatshirt, Left Brain, Hodgy Beats, Erykah Badu, Pharrell
Genre(s): Alternative hip hop
Producer(s): Tyler, the Creator
Released: April 2nd, 2013
Year: 2013