[Intro: Tyler, the Creator]
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What the hell?!
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[Hodgy Beats]
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Yeah... yeah, uhh
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Ride 7:30, arrive 7:30
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Ride hella dirty, shades extra nerdy
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I heard it from a birdie, Blackberry I replied
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In the burb you heard me barter cash and get supplied
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I cut off their supplies, cause this a drug movement
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Crack music muh'fucker this is thug music
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I hustle harder because this how the thugs do it
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I move smart decisions, you just STUCK stupid!
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Ace fuckin moved it, Viron oddly looped it
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Fall in love with music like you struck by Cupid
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My hair is in your face nigga three pounds to it
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If the radio don't play my jam, they fuckin foolish
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What's his name? (Hodgy Beats) He's the coolest
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The paper and the pen that's what he'll take you to school with
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Odd Future is his camp, tree strumps with a branch
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where they lamp, and they chant, and they grant, when they ranked
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you with this certified stamp of the procedure
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Sick-ass music, now you niggaz got fevers...
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Sick-ass music, now you niggaz got fevers
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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I do it for the Pasadena skaters, Pasadena lovers
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Pasadena haters, Pasadena mothers
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I do it for the Pasadena waittress, Pasadena music
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It's a Odd Future playlist, it's a Odd Future playlist
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[Hodgy Beats]
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One verse is all you need for a fix
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cause I'm not throwing stones and sticks, I'm lodgin bricks
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I'm not a kid, but I can show you some (Trix)
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that'll have you in the mix like Twix, switch!
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I swear I hear 'em cheerin, I swear I know you hear 'em
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Oops I did it again nigga fuck your Brittney Spear'n
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I'm lookin in the mirror, and my vision's gettin clearer
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I can smell the truth gettin nearer
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Reeboks black bag, Odd Future era
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Iller than cold beans spilled upon your fresh new fit
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We bangin in your ears with some fresh new shit
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I'm a (Jive) ass nigga with my (Fresh) music...
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Biscuits
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Hodgy Beats |