I like my girls skinny with brains
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I like my hoodies fucked with lane
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I like my friends imaginary with no names
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And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame
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Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
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Tried to find ammo but it's none around town
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So I went Down South but I ended up North
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Uptown sittin' on Cloud 9's white porch
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And of course, my car's off course
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You're so white, my blinkers don't work
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I'm tryna let the force, be with you, I get you
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Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce
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You make a nigga sing songs nice
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You make a nigga's night turn day
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And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
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It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello
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I wanna eat you out like jello
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And mess with your body like the base and the cello
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And tell your mom I said hello, you wanna go to prom? (Nigga hell no!)
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Fuck (Shit) and another one, and on another one
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Another love song about shit
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And I'll be rich if I get another diss
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And maybe Cupid won't miss
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I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me
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But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's
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I wanna tie her body up and throw her in my basement
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Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went
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(Tyler, what you doin'?) Shut the fuck up
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You gon' fuckin' love me bitch
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But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek
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In private, not public in the streets
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And your cupcake I will eat and your toes
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Cause I got a big fetish with the feet
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I just want somebody I can see
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You can be a gold digger, you ain't gotta love me
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I'm serious, I don't ask for much
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Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch
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Now this shit is turnin' to a habit
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I'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way
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And truthfully girl you really make my day
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I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay
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And I can't even look the other way
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Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive
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L-O-L laughin', you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'
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And I want your sin in my hole, and have our kids play supportin' role
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Climbin' up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold
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And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, Sarah
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Another love song about shit
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And I'll be rich if I get another diss
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And maybe Cupid won't miss
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Half your body layin' on my chest
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The rest is in my stomach, that's includin' your breast
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And I'mma just take another guess
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Now you probably wishin' that you woulda said yes
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Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately
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Shit, I don't give a fuck, your family lookin' for you, wish 'em good luck
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Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy
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Now you stuck up in my motherfuckin' basement all bloody
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And I'm fuckin' your dead body, your coochie all cummy
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Lookin' in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?
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What did you want from me? What did you want from me?
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Sarah
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Tyler, The Creator |