The Creator Tyler Awkward

[Verse 1]

I was 16 when we first laid eyes

Scrawny little fucker 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 fuck

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 motherfucking 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 fucking 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 fuckin’ 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

The Creator Tyler 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 fucks to spare

You Nigerian fuck, now I’m stuck with this shitty facial hair

Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case stairs

So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career

But fuck 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 fuck and consider a sperm donor now

The fuck is an Okonma? I’m changing my shit to Haley

And I ain’t just being passive, nigga.

You’re a fucking 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 fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts

Ace hates your guts, I’m a selfish fuck,

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 fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking coconuts

Phone ain’t got no service this 3G is fucking worthless

Day is getting dark like the area’s turning urban

You’ll be fucking 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.

The Creator Tyler AssMilk

Uhh, addicts arise, when I arrive

In this cracked crack fag bag slab in disguise

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Reach for the door, get your access denied

I’m not an asshole I just don’t give a fuck a lot

The only time I do is when a bitch is screamin’ “Tyler, stop!”

The big bad wolf to me you’re just a minor fox

Red ridin’ is gettin’ some of this wolfly odder cock

We the niggas you scared of, like bad dentists

Flow is anthemic, dirty like it’s plants in it

Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and Cancer mixed with cannabis

To have a bitch, ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit

Your whole gang will be diminished, Bunch got the Brady’s in it

Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it

Fuck rap, I’ll be a landlord so I can rape a tenants daughter

Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it

Face it, me and Ace’s is sick like malaria carriers

Jim Carrey her to the cemetary to bury her

Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her

After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Took karate, mommy told me “Tyler toughen up”

Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up

Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta learn her

I’ll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, Ike Turner

Over, sloppy seconds is my preference

Except for when I’m feedin’ on the flesh of a pedestrian

Nessy loch monster stop! Will he though? Probably not

Silly hos lick my balls like FIFA lollipops

Get the certain tingle, eatin’ Haagen Dazs

With some soccer moms while they like to fuckin’ sit and mingle

Watch an Animal Planet document on the Eagles

In the flyest ’06 Supreme beanie, Sigel

Your grind’s feeble, I’m regal, really, I’m Willy Smith

I am Legend a Snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Come take a stab at it faggot, I preordered your casket

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me Gump

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Fuck her in a hummer while I rape her and I put her in a slumber

It’s not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her

No narcissists, sippin’ on arsenic

Carved carcasses in the garage, don’t park in it

Hard as finding retarded kids at Harvard

It’s Wolf Gang barkin’ keep you up like car alarms and shit

Over the edge, yeah I had in a potato sack

Cause I’m cold as ice like Anasia when she fuckin’ Traq

I’m the type to put you down and bring myself up

So when I rape a bitch I hold her down and get my best nut

The reincarnation of ’98 Eminem

60 Crip and Grizzly and some RMK Denim

Pay attention I’m stabbin’ your women friends, like a gentlemen

Then dippin’ with the fuckin’ pen to go sin again

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

At monster madness doin’ drive by’s on a fuckin’ fixie bike

Fuck it moron, snortin’ oxycontin, wearin’ cotton

Oxymoron like buff faggots playin’ sissy dykes

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Dirty crack pipes with, bullshit to stop, ho

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Sly’s little shop of horrors, now showin’

I hate gays, gangbangers and fuckin’ jerkers

Unless it’s gay gangbangers: that’s fuckin’ jerkers

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, I’m not gay, faggot

Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang bangin’ in your system

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimmin’ in her system

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

You don’t fuckin’ skate, take off that Box Logo

The Creator Tyler Analog

[Hook]

I can grab the fireworks, the soda, all the cookies we can eat

Make you nauseous but be cautious, this is not Dawson’s Creek

We could sneak away, fuck it, you could bring an eighth

I’m not gon’ smoke but I’m just asking baby сould you meet me by the lake?

Said bring a towel, well baby meet me by the lake

Bathing suit is going down, shit just meet me by the lake

We could count the shooting stars, well could you meet me by the lake?

Summer never has to end with me

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

I’m give it to her, she wants that summer time

I’m give it like no other cause she knows I’m hers

Damn right she’s mine, we both know it

So when we separate everything fine, her phone ringin’ in her purse

Damn right it’s me, I’m her nigga, nigga

Comformizing summer time I’m where’s that drink, nigga

Catch us where the beach at, she wanna go shopping

Sun down after club cause she like to get it popping

Sangria on my feet mom, cause she likes to get it popping

No ecstasy for her but she wanna get it popping

Drop topping, I measure her pleasure

Then drop in when she get out of place I quantinize

She is my concubine, I am her porcupine

I poke her face her throat for taste, give me head like I’m on her mind

I know her analyzation so when she try to fake it

Summer time in the boat of love, meet me by the lake

[Hook]

I can grab the fireworks, the soda, all the cookies we can eat

Make you nauseous but be cautious, this is not Dawson’s Creek

We could sneak away, fuck it, you could bring an eighth

I’m not gon’ smoke but I’m just asking baby сould you meet me by the lake?

Said bring a towel, well baby meet me by the lake

Bathing suit is going down, shit just meet me by the lake

We could count the shooting stars, well could you meet me by the lake?

Summer never has to end with me

[Verse 2: Tyler]

I packed a couple sandwiches inside that basket

And brought some extra towels if anyone was asking

We should take a dip in that lake quick and then split

Then do something that’s beyond what we both can imagine

[Outro]

Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset, grab a drink

Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset, look in the sky

Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset, we never have to leave

Watch the sunset (There goes the rainbow)

The Creator Tyler 48

[Intro: Nas]

Crack fucked 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 fucked with their conscious

It fucked with me being out there, I couldn’t stand it

I couldn’t stand seeing people fucking 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 fucking 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 motherfucker, 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 fucked, 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 fuck

Homie got a chop shop I sold that truck

And I sold that dope

Motherfuckers hope this nigga go broke

But like my work I give no fucks, 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?

The Creator Tyler 911 / Mr. Lonely

[“911”:]

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Call me, call me, call me, uh

Call me, call me, call me, uh

Call me, call me, call me, uh

Call me, call me, call me

Call me, how you doin’?

Call me, my name is Lonely, nice to meet you

Here’s my number

You can reach me, woo!

Call me

911, call me some time

You should call me

911, call me some time

You should call me, oh

911

Call me

911

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My thirst levels are infinity and beyond

Sippin’ on that lemon, ayy, I need a Beyoncé

Can’t see straight, these shades are Céline Dion

Sucks you can’t gas me up, shout out to Elon

Musk, yeah I got a sold out show

Crowd wild out but don’t matter ’cause you not front row

I’ve been lookin’ for a keeper, listen to the speaker

If you fit description, hit me on my beeper

At that 911

[Steve Lacy:] Call me some time

[Kilo Kish:] Ring, ring, ring

[Steve Lacy:] Please bling my line, you know I’ll answer

[Tyler, The Creator:] Click

[Steve Lacy:] Call me some time

[Kilo Kish:] Ring, ring, ring

[Steve Lacy:] Please bling my line

[Tyler, The Creator & Syd]

Call me

911, call me some time

You should call me

911, call me some time

You should call me, oh

911

You should call me

911

[Frank Ocean:]

Chirp, chirp

Chirp, chirp

Woke up in the burbs, burbs

With the the birds, birds

Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve

These days you gotta find time

Even the night line

Work line

Dial 9

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Five car garage

Full tank of the gas

But that don’t mean nothin’, nothin’

Nothin’, nothin’, without you shotgunnin’ the passenger

I’m the loneliest man alive

But I keep on dancin’ to throw ’em off

I’m gon’ run out of moves ’cause I can’t groove to the blues

If you know any DJs, tell ’em to call me at 911

[“Lonely”:]

[ScHoolboy Q:] I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Old lonely ass nigga… need to go and get some bitches or something

[ScHoolboy Q:] I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck

[Tyler, The Creator:] Weird ass nigga

[ScHoolboy Q:]

I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck

I can’t even lie, I’ve been

[Tyler, The Creator:] Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

They say the loudest in the room is weak

That’s what they assume, but I disagree

I say the loudest in the room

Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (it’s me)

Attention seeker, public speaker

Oh my God, that boy is so fuckin’ lonely

Writin’ songs about these people

Who do not exist, he’s such a fuckin’ phony

One thing I know, is that I wanna

Win so bad, but I’m not Chicago

Heart is low, it’s real low, it’s so low

You can’t lift me up, I’m like a ‘Lardo

From the start it’s been real dark

It’s been so dark I guess that you could call it charbroiled, huh

I’m playin’ like Hasbro

I’m really sorry, call me auto

Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla

I know you sick of me talkin’ ’bout cars (skrrt)

But what the fuck else do you want from me?

That is the only thing keepin’ me company

Purchase some things until I’m annoyed

These items is fillin’ the void

Been feelin’ it for so long

I don’t even know if it’s shit I enjoy (oh)

Goin’ backdoors and at door

My partner is a chateau

I need love, do you got some I could borrow?

Fuck it, I can find some tomorrow

Woah, but that never comes

Like a vasectomy, what have I done?

I got the talent, the face and the funds

Found myself long ago but I haven’t found someone (who)

Mirror, mirror on the wall (who)

The loneliest of them all (me)

Cupid actin’ stupid

Do you got another number I could call?

Never had a pet

I’ve never had a pet

There’s more fish in the sea

But I never had a goldfish to begin with

I never had a dog

So I’ve never been good with bitches

‘Cause I never threw a ball, fetch

I never had a pet, that’s where it stems from, I bet

Treat me like direct deposit

Check in on me sometime

Ask me how I’m really doin’

So I never have to press that 911

Oh! Damn! Damn!

The Creator Tyler Bitch Suck Dick

[Intro:]

Awww shit (swag)

Three icy ass niggas from Odd Future doin’ some crazy shit (bitch)

By the way, we do punch bitches

[Verse 1: Jasper]

I’m swagging bitch, I’m iced out

Oh you mad bitch cause I’m laying on the couch

Smoke a blunt, fuck a bitch, in the butt, I’m bossing

Don’t give a fuck, I’m never rolling Slauson

I’m fly bitch, I should poke you in your eyelid

Got the burner bitch, bow-bow

You dead bitch, I’m hot as fuck

I ain’t never cold, but I’m icy bitch

[Hook x4:]

My bitch suck dick, like she suck dick

[Verse 2: Tyler]

Got the bops in the house, socking bitches in they mouth

See my neck iced the fuck out, we getting money nigga

At the fucking mall, 40 bitches on my nutsack

I pulled up on a mothafucking unicorn (We on our ponies nigga)

Wolf Gang nigga scream that to the mothafucka show me deaf

Golf Wang nigga, Free Earl better show some motherfuckin’ respect

All this ice around my neck, all this ice around my dick

Gun to her head make your bitch massage my shoulders

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3: Taco]

Shut up bitch, suck my dick

You fuckin’ bop, you better swallow it

I got a chain with a fuckin’ platinum plaque on it

Is that a hundred dollar bill? I’ll shit on it

I’m all the fucking well, cause I’m ballin’

Your bitch work for me, she my dish washer

Swag on my dick, 30 thousand million, nigga

[Hook x3]

[Verse 4: Jasper]

You boppin’ bitch, you like this dick?

We all know why, cause you’s a boppin’ bitch

I got a burner, I pop you in your lip

Zoom-zoom, yeah, I’m going fast bitch

I’m loud as fuck, I’m ignorant

Beat your bitch in her mouth just for talkin’ shit

You lurkin’ bitch? Well, I see that shit

Once again I gotta punch a bitch in her shit

I’m icy bitch, don’t look at my wrist

Because if you do, I might blind you bitch

Mount Everest ain’t fuckin’ with my fuckin’ wrist

Fuck global warming, this the ice age bitch

[Outro:]

Swag, swag, punch a bitch

[x8]

The Creator Tyler Bastard

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Some food for thought some food for death, go ‘head and fuckin’ eat

My father’s dead well I don’t know, we’ll never fuckin’ meet

I cut my wrist and play piano cause I’m so depressed

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed

This meetin’ just begun, nigga I’m Satan’s son

My mother raised me a single parent so it’s apparent

That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckas

Are much important I’m gettin’ angrier while recordin’

I’m feelin’ like the Bulls, I’ve got a Gang of Wolves

Odd Future is children that’s fucked up on they mental

Simple but probably not, fuck ’em

I’m tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Drunk white girls the only way I’ll get my dick sucked

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard

Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on

Cause this album packs enough evil

That you can’t fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

I go from AP to JC inside of fuckin’ week

Wakin’ up with random girls like “Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?”

I stay with grandma, she always bitchin’ about her carpet

Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes

By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Raquel treat me like my father like a fuckin’ stranger

She still don’t know I made Sarah to strangle her

Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler

All because she said no to homecomin’, demons runnin’

Inside my head tellin’ me evil thoughts

I’m the dream catcher but nothin’ but nightmares I caught, go to sleep

I wear green hats because I’m fortunately lucky

Fuck me the monster said, some how the monster’s dead

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble

I’m on my grind feeble, my music is evil

My fuckin’ samples are too illegal, play this shit in church

I graduated without honors or a fuckin’ father

He died, no bitch, don’t even fuckin’ bother

I wanted a brother my mother I told her

But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fuckin’ situation

That’s havin’ our brains racin’ like Dayton, wearin’ some fuckin’ heelies

I know you fuckin’ feel me, I want to fuckin’ kill me

But times I’m so serious you think I’m silly

I’m doin’ Big Style Willy couldn’t touch 11

Seven. What’s religion nigga? I am Legend

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

I created O.F. cause I feel we’re more talented

Than 40 year old rappers talkin’ ’bout Gucci

When they have kids they haven’t seen in years, impressin’ their peers

With the same problem, the only way to solve them

Is to go to Father’s Day convention with a gold revolver

Life’s a salad I’mma toss it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it

Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I’m so damn rebellious

Cause my mother let me do what I want

She wasn’t careless, protective she is the bear

The shit is so bare, my diary isn’t hid

My father didn’t give a fuck, so it’s somethin’ I inherit

My mom’s all I have so it’s never meet the parents

When Danielle or Malonda decide to fuckin’ share

This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya, I’m bad for you kids to listen to

Soy is not the choice, I’m bad milk, drink it

My wrist is all red from the cutter

Drippin’ cold blood like the winter, the summer

Is never that’s equivalent to me and Sarah

Well that’s not her fuckin name, but I think this shit is clever

My niggas wanna know if I’m fuckin’, if I’m kissin’

But I’m sittin’ here downin’ beers simply just wishin’

With tear they try to tell me but I never listen

Cause I don’t give a shit like sittin’ down pissin’

Eighteen, still talkin’ to imaginaries

Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy

Losers can never win me, you can never offend me

My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the

Ceremony with all my homies, I’m suicidal

This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this

Fuck a deal, I just want my father’s email

So I can tell him how much I fuckin’ hate him in detail

The Creator Tyler 2SEATER

[Hook:]

We can speed in my 2 seater

Girl I got a 2 seater

Speed in my 2 seater

In my 2 seater

About a hundred on Fax and it’s easy to stop

You see my shit isn’t stock

I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls

Since I pissed off a cop, a couple tickets I have copped

But I can pay for them all

And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball

A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned

And If I crash in the woods then I’ma follow with this

Like I’m tryna get stick or automatic you pick

Shit is static as shit, sure my shit is a M

Might get that X6 end don’t follow exit him

Might take back street hidden

House got all sports cars like his garage is gym

Two sapphires on your neck thats his precious gems

Now AMG it’s in boy I will eat him Benz

New engine you got that old shit with those deep rims

You got a warranty don’t care if you scratchin rims again

[Hook:]

We can speed in my 2 seater

Girl I got a 2 seater

Speed in my 2 seater

In my 2 seater

Sit in my passenger seat

You tell me I got too much speed

And I should slow, I should slow down

But I can’t, cause you drive me wild

Girl I get a rush

When we’re speeding in my car

Sometimes it’s too much

And you can feel the wind in my heart

Girl I get a rush

When we’re speeding in my car

Sometimes it’s too much

I know some dudes that would find you

That carry rugers and shottas

And fucking shoot at your Honda

Then fucking zoom out in Mazdas

Them GOLF boys is bad for you like the food from McDonalds

Boy I’m a king and I ain’t lying boy hakuna matata

Better watch for them hyenas if you flex then they swarm

Cashing so many checks there calling him Tyler O-Comma

I’m tryna ball like I was Domo Okonma but oh nada

Probably September…

Boy I’m just rhyming these syllables, suck my genitals

Album cover looking like the mask of the timberwolves

State park at Pemberton

Hoping that I ditched the chords and go pick up the pen again

Cause I kill the dark shit like I’m motherfucking Zimmerman

Turn around and lose pounds like I’m fucking Timbaland

By pounds, I mean in(beep)

Give it till he cop brick like a wall with pig in it

And money coming out the blue

Like cops are changing fits or shit I’m killin’ it

Back when left brain had the hightop fade

And we would go skate on them concrete waves

And now I switch gears to hear the cylinders pump

The beat thump, don’t get it twisted boy my board’s in the trunk (Skate!)

[Girl:] Can you roll my window up?

[Tyler:] The fuck you turn my music down for man?

[Girl:] Can you roll my window up?

[Tyler:] Why? Damn!

[Girl:] Cause it’s windy

[Tyler:] But I love it when your hair…

Blows, when it blows, when it blows

When your hair blows

Hanging out the sunroof

I love it when your hair blows

When it blows, when it blows, when it blows

Hanging out the sunroof

I love it when your hair blows

When it blows, when it blows, when your hair blows

Hanging out the sunroof

Listening to Mac DeMarco

Hanging out the roof window

Switch to third gear turbo

Skrting on these niggas

Skrting on these bitches

Listening to Mac DeMarco

Hanging out the roof window

Switch to third gear turbo

Skrting on these niggas

Skrting on these bitches

You can say you don’t want to take that drive

But your hair, it blows

I know we’ll have a good time

You just gotta stop being scared

Just roll

Just come and roll with me

It’s all good

[Erroll:] Yeah, man,what’s good man, you good? I’ve been chilling, man. I’ve been doing some push-ups and shit

[Lionel:] For real?

[Erroll:] 50 a day…Oh w-w-wait…is that that nigga Tyler?

[Lionel:] I think so

[Erroll:] Bitch ass nigga here he comes, man FUCK this nigga, man, this nigga stink… w-wait be quiet, be quiet

[Lionel:] Ight

[Erroll:] My nigga, T, man, what’s good, man, you good? Alright, I see you!

[Tyler:] I’m good, man, I’m good, I’m good

[Erroll:] Ay, man, I see you with your little girl sh-she looks…okay. Alright, ya’ll good, man, alright! Ay, your feature don’t start for another 20 minutes, so you can go get your shit up, I can go and get some shit… and I see you with your little jewels and shit too, man!

[Tyler:] Aw thanks, man, I’m trying, man, I’m just trying

[Erroll:] Yeah, let me know if you need anything…I got you…just…you know…yeah

[Tyler:] Alright um…yeah we’ll probably walk around and come back when the movie starts whenever

[Erroll:] Ight, man, I’mma see you

[Tyler:] Ight, my nigga…ight

[Erroll:] Fucking FAGGOT, man, I swear to GOD

[Lionel:] Yeah

[Erroll:] This nigga bitch weak too!

[Lionel:] Yeah, she is

[Erroll:] God dammit! I’d still fuck!

The Creator Tyler Blow

If this was a game

I already know that I would come out winner

And I’m not braggin’, I’mma be in her

But this bitch really think that I’m ’bout to buy her dinner

My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender

But I don’t give a fuck and keep her list’in like Schindler

She’s cute but her forehead’s big

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Her legs can’t close like the four door hinge Bronco

That O.J. killed the white hos with

A wealthy white girl without the facelift

Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet

Leave the bitch breathless, what the bitch don’t know is that

I’m a muthafuckin’ sellout and a rapist

Baby, you’re an angel

How ’bout we turn this into a fable of some sort?

You already know you’re dead

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

If this was a game

I would be considered a muthafuckin’ legend

And I ain’t tryna gas you up like Chevron

But I’m high as fuck bitch, you really need to get on my leverage

Now we’re in the cabin, in the middle of uhh

Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet

Dreamy little bastard, I done ran outta luck so now

It’s time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

You’re very attractive, and notice that

My hat is always the color of cactus

And I hang with wolves cause I’m an evil Bastard

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

Met you at my school, departed at my house

Ended at your panties, started at your blouse

Pushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the couch

If you wanted a date, don’t come

Now you gotta make it easy for me don’t run

You call this shit kids, well I call these kids cum

And you call this shit rape but I think that rape’s fun

Wait now it’s about eight somethin

It’s late and you stuck in my base-one

Come downstairs with nothin’ but a shoe string

Yeah bitch this date’s done

Baby, you’re an angel

How ’bout we turn this into a fable of some sort?

You already know you’re dead

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

I like my girls how I like my drugs, white

Lord, you’re so pretty, lyin’ in my arms

I just got one request, stop breathin’