Me and slater just hit a curb
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Bunny hops only god was listening to nerds
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Made a couple thousand turns, spitting whip and verbs
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Now I kick it in the burbs, me I'm from the slums
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Niggas who push a ton, tenem drum,
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With foul flow dirty now if I kiss and bum
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Mama didn't made her one, a woody son
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With no respect for women, so show me your titties hon
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You're 18, me, I'm 20 something
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Ok I'm 20, but I'm soon to be 21
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I wail out at shows, break shit it should be fun
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Venues are like pussy to me, shit it come
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I'ma wax out like the chopstick in my back
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Half of my black lips, then dip to your...
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Be come back with a stack of cheese
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Stack of cheese for these rats,
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The lack of chese, new prime shit
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Got me filling flad and a bag of bees
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Fuck critics, shit, how's your knees?
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Yell on my dick more than my index
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While I take a pee
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I came aparella, touch a bag of weed
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Shit was doper than, whitney houston's niece
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Golf white, as a team to be aid
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Getting tyof indeed, you was missing sweat shirt like
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Where's the ...sweave, ok, never mind we found them, yeah
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Me and slater just hit a curb
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Bunny hops only god was listening to nerds
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Made a couple thousand turns, spitting whip and verbs
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Now I kick it in the burbs,
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Guess I went checks started cashing and might stop rapping
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I start asking where my fuckin passion is
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Prolly where that fagot went
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Hoop, tyler talking, father problems, shock shitty spit to popping topics
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Some of gossip collar
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Damn, I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom
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Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me in the stardom
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Nowadays it's pj's, sippin like chain
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Ship's ahoy, boy, listening to cowboy
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Hey boy, lend the mail, burn the state defense boy
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Ous was ous I enjoy, boy
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Y'all niggas play as the tops toy
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Have a good day as I annoy, oi
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Me and slater just hit a curb
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Bunny hops only god was listening to nerds
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Made a couple thousand turns, spitting whip and verbs
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Now I kick it in the burbs,
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Candles with panorama, fuse,
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My shoes seen more vans than mexicans and crackers in alabama
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Go to the lf, this old f, I open up the stove so I don't stress
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But nigga I, what, marcy gard is, jazz punk shit
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Playing chorus making up shit, pardon my dolly partons
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And I keep shardons, hoodies with rectangles and different colors
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Niggas think I started kindergarten
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My bitch is on my handle bars
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I just wanna ride my bike, slater, slater, slater
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My bitch is on my handle bars
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Hair blowing in the wind
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Her freckles look like candy bars
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Hair blowing in the wind
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My bitch is on my handle bars
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I just wanna ride my bike, slater, slater, slater
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My bitch is on my handle bars
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Hair blowing in the wind
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Her freckles look like candy bars
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My cool summer never ends
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My bitch is on my handle bars, bars, bars
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Slater, slater, slater, slater.
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Slater Escape-ism
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| Tyler, The Creator |
