Tyler, The Creator - Cherry Bomb Album Lyrics

Um, excuse me mister but can you please turn down the lights
I don't really like all these cameras, man
And this shit just don't feel right
And I don't really wanna be rude to you, sir
But f*ck you mean I can't wear my hat in here?
And you got me f*cked up, if you think I care, nigga

I hope you little niggas is listening
Them Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infant
The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision
And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition
So special the teacher asked if I was autistic
And now I'm making plates, you just washing the dishes
So if you don't mind, get the f*ck out of my kitchen
But keep your ego here so I can butt f*ck your opinion
But in the meantime brainwashing millions of minions
Leader of the new school
And you will never catch me in none of their f*cking shin-digs
I hope you f*cking niggas is angry, pissed, and offended
In Search of, did more for me than Illmatic
That's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabric
I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours
Man I got too much drive, motherf*cker, I hate traffic
La-di-da-di, I'm going harder than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers
When it's a lot at stake carne asada let's be honest, I'm really morphing
Named the album Cherry Bomb because Greatest Hits sounded boring

I don't like to follow the rules, she said that I must
I don't have any armpits
She wanted to talk who's in charge of this Golf shit
I said "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant"
And who I are isn't really important
My heart is as dark as a window with car tint
So hop in with your friends, yellin' out "unpark it"
And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick
It's young T

I don't like to follow the rules
And that's just who I am
I hope you understand

And I don't really think y'all cool
So give yourself a hand
No, no, give yourself a hand

Better pose for that camera
Better pose, boy you better pose
And it's your life nigga I suppose
For the lights, for the camera, and the action

Now you're face is meltin' from the flash of the big ol' lights
Nigga you ask for this life

Welcome to death camp
Yeah, welcome to death camp
Yeah, welcome to death camp

Kissing on my bean bag
Your lips half on my tongue
Moonwalk through your hair
(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)
This is fun I can tell
I don't know if you'll handle it well
Welcome to hell camp
(Lights, and the camera, and the action)
You should be mine in a way tonight
(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)

(Yeah, you feel alright?)

God, goodness gracious
I can't wait to see the look on y'all niggas faces
That boy T not surprised his thoughts and chasten
F*ck them crackers up at Mountain Dew them niggas is racist
Cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook
So I told 'em that I'll exchange the word faggot with book
And all them books is pissed off and at they page in a bunch
F*ckin' attitude switch is like a book with a strife
But, I'm a fraud I pray to God when it's six triple book bashin' while
Me and my favorite archive lips tickle
Peter Parker pickle pack of peppers when the plot thickens
Tyler, The Creator f*ckin' kill you with a popsicle
Cold blooded so we rock mittens so they won't find him
Not kiddin' keep the Tommy on me bitch, I'm Ms. Pickles
Said I seem off, last time that team talked
Sick of making niggas cabbage so I took the 'preme off
Should've bought some stock in it
Not Golf when the little homies don't, wait
Lets weigh my options
I bought me a mansion, that bought some attention
Give none to Hopsin
And dear Boyce Watkins
Why you mad, it's the slave in me
It's Facts boy i'm back like Rosa Parks in their favorite seat
Videos, stage dives, popups, they watching T
While y'all niggas watchin' the throne, the throne be watching me

If you f*ck this up
There are so many f*ckin' kids right now, listenin' to this guy
Get those wings flapping motherf*cker!
Cause this kid's ready to f*cking fly

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, nigger nigger on the wall
Rap bars, jail bars, guys shootin' basketballs
Tyler the DARKskin, arrested in AUStin
Cops know who I was cause kids said the show was AWEsome

Tyler, Tyler, I swear to, I swear to f*ck! If you f*cking
Do NOT f*ck this up!
You have the whole world in your f*cking hands

How many leaders in the house?
Well can't somebody bring the mirrors out, I'm getting lonely
Likes and apologies, the snaps make it obvious
That everybody on this f*cking planet lackin' confidence
How many leaders in the house? (Do not f*ck this up!)
Well can't somebody bring the camera out so I can film me
See a great director nigga's vision must be blurry
Boy I give them epic shots like jaywalkin' in Missouri
Wait
How many leaders in the house?
Well can't somebody bring my album out so I can hear one
Pour me a drink, shit I don't know what to think
Cause all these niggas leaning like they Forest Whitaker's blink
Wait
How many leaders in the house?
See why nobody got they hands up, see that's the issue

Fly with the birds in the wind
Where you wanna go, who, what, why, when?
On a scale to nine or ten, we takin' L's baby
Hold my hand and feel the wind
Now fasten your seatbelt and turn everything off
I got your attention, muthaf*cka I'm bout to take off
I'm the new pilot in this bitch
And I ain't bring no extra baggage for this trip
But I do bring a terror like I hate America
Brand new camera and a parachute
Niggas you ain't high enough to save me
Don't talk to me til I f*ckin' embarrass you
Now sit your ass down you do it three much
I'm the captain on this bitch, don't get it f*cked up
Or you'll get f*cked up

I'm so far ahead you niggas I'm in the future
Y'all don't even know about my existence, it's like I'm dead to you
You niggas know what I'm sayin'
Look, y'all be on the stupid shit
I'm the f*ckin' pilot, your role is to be the f*ckin' stewardess
I'm the f*ckin' bomb like I would stuff my shoe in it
If anything happens it's one door
If I see a building, motherf*cker we're done for
I'mma hit a couple of 'em up cause it's Parkour
Then I call your family and get your last wishes, nigga
And every line dirty you thought that I dug ditches
But I never give a f*ck, it's like I was born dickless

I don't wanna crash anymore, I don't wanna crash anymore
I just wanna soar through the space, let the wind hit my face
Til there's nothing left in the gas tank
I don't wanna crash, I don't wanna crash anymore
I don't wanna crash anymore
I just wanna soar through the space, let the wind hit my face
Til there's nothing left in the gas tank
I don't wanna crash

I'm in first class but I feel like coach
Cause I'm in first class but I feel like coach

I'm tryna find a place, a place where I can land at
A place where I can be
With no alphabet dictatin' where to stand at
You could buy a car, you could buy many things
You could buy happiness but you can't buy wings
You could buy a parachute, you could buy a parrot
But you can't buy a pair of wings that will dynamic
Stay cloud level

That's why I'm in first class but I feel like coach

I don't wanna

F*ck you running for nigga
Aye nigga, come here nigga
Let me try that hat on
I told you come over here stupid bitch
Come over here with that weak ass hat

All y'all niggas smoke y'all brains out
In the car, car light, took the lame route
Going nowhere fast if you think that you not gonna hesitate to pull the thing out
And let that drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop
Let his top drop, took another lame out
Oh you the big nigga, take a hit nigga
Well I hope you understand you ain't shit nigga
Cause them niggas whole purpose is to get niggas
And make sure that your mama cry the pain out
Now that gang is out to get you
But you stuck in the same house
Nigga never came out, why
With the shame you got something
Say you a real nigga 'cause you killed him
Nuts for that ice and that cream banana peel niggas
Banana clips spill, niggas wanna bang out
For they approval boy, you can't even hang out
That light you hit, it was the light I held
That's why you never ever see me with my chains out
I don't need to, truth they don't feed you
Lies what they got on their plate, they gon' eat you
They got a homie called Karma he gon' meet you
Better look the other way if he ever see you
And run as fast as you can, nigga

That's the shit I be talkin' bout, though
We ain't try'na hear that shit, my nigga
Cuz, stay preachy cuz
Like nigga come on, homie
I don't wanna hear that shit, preachy shit my nigga
Yeah, we all black, who give a f*ck, cuz?
I don't give a f*ck, nigga
Whatchu mean?

Find your wings (supposed to fly)
Find your wings (find your wings)
Hey you, whatcha doin' and why you runnin'?
Supposed to fly and take control cause you're the pilot
You can't swim, you're gonna drown, the sharks are comin'
The sky's your home, there's no limit, you know you gotta
Find your wings (fly)
Find your wings (find your wings)

My lil nigga, the world is yours, birdy

We can go down to the rainbows
Don't let your high keep your brain low
You're a bird
You're supposed to fly away
The way you stand there
Don't let your wings go to waste (go to waste)
The sky is your home, be free
Be free

Aw, nah
Boy don't cut that wood
Found out his flowers don't smell that good
But if they smell real good to him
Then he don't need anybody else's nose to win
Look, I am a god
No, I don't pray to society
All you other niggas wear camouflage
I'm in a field wearing pink and blue
What weak niggas see me?
Nigga, Young creators will scream with me
Nigga, you ain't got drivers to just beep-beep .
They wanna talk shit from the back seat
Come and light,my fire, I'll blow your f*ckin' face off
Nigga I'mma goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off
Let's get it

Tie the knot
Kick the chair
Up in the air
It's cherry bomb

You muthaf*ckas want war, then come get it
You muthaf*ckas want war, I don't want war
(Muthaf*ckas!)
Just take me to the gun store
I don't got enough time for your rolex nigga
I choke your dad, hit your mom, cuz I don't know that nigga
Come and light my fire, I'll blow your f*ckin' face off
Nigga, I'mma goddamn pilot
And I decide when we gon' take off,
Let's get it

Tie the knot
Kick the chair
Strangled in the air
It's cherry bomb

You muthaf*ckas want war
They're like "this that cherry bomb"

I'm a firecracker and I'm ready to blow, you fire me up, I lose control

Golf 191 Okaga
Playing only classic hits

I don't want you thinking I love you cause I stay
Girl I really like you and happy we got laid
I think about your windows like two times in a day
I'm a pervert with a purpose, like priest who just got saved
Kissing, kissing, I'm on a mission of licking
The holy grail of your body, when you be kissin'
This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen
I come quicker than pitches from Sammy Sosa, you're hoping I'm joking, but first

I'ma eat your pussy til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera
Nine months later with a Tyler baby
But that won't happen til I blow my load
I'ma eat your pussy til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera
Nine months later with a Tyler baby
But that won't happen til I blow my load

Your pussy tighter than door hinges
I munch you like sandwiches
But not any more cause I'm on tour, so
FaceTime your clit, I will jack off my dick
I go hardship
I might need an ice pack on my wrist
F*cking, I'm pumping
You know it's coming, bust in a couple of seconds
I'm sweating, I leave you slumping
The back of my truck, butt naked, suck it out of me
Leave you with nothing, get it?
This is what you wanted, this is what you came for

I'ma eat your pussy til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera
Nine months later with a Tyler baby
But that won't happen til I blow my load

You blow me away
With your cherry

That was new music from the soundtrack of the upcoming film
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We can speed in my two seater
Girl I got a two seater
Speed in my two seater
In my two seater

I'm about to go real fast 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'mma 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 sports car like like his garage is gym
Two sapphires on your neck that's his precious gems
Now AMG it's in boy I will eat him Benz
You angry you got that old shit with those deep rims
You got a warranty don't care if you scratchin' rims again

We can speed in my two seater
Girl I got a two seater
Speed in my two seater
In my two 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, you wild

Girl I get a rush
When we're speeding in my car
Sometimes it's too much
Just to 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
Can we move cause there's shouting
The f*ck if it's you that's a Honda
To f*cking zoom out of Mazda
Golf Wang 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 they flex than it's on
Cashing so many checks there calling him Tyler O-Comma
I'm tryna ball like I was Domo Okonma but oh nada
Probably [?] boy I'm just rhyming
They saying bow, suck my genitals
Album cover looking like the mask of the timberwolves
State park at Pemberton
Hoping that I ditched the cords and go pick up the pen again
Cause I kill the dark shit like I'm motherf*cking Zimmerman
Turn around and lose pounds like I'm f*cking Timbaland
And by pounds I mean, 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 left brain had the hightop fade
And we would go skate on them concrete waves
And now I switch gears to hear a cylinder pump
The beat dumb don't get it twisted boy my balls in the trunk

Can you roll my window up?
The f*ck you turn my music down for man?
Can you roll my window up?
Why, damn!
Cause it's windy
But I love it when your hair

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
Hanging out the sunroof
I love it when your hair blows
When it blows, when it 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 you have it close
I know we'll have a good time
You just gotta stop being scared
Just roll, it's gonna roll clean, it's all good

[Part 6 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Oh, you the motherf*cking man, huh?
Oh, you be f*cking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't f*cking with me
See, I look in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

[Part 7 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your neck reflects your personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
Until my f*cking brain go, now let's reload the aim-o

[Part 8 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Can't a nigga get some f*cking chaos in hurr?
I'm the truth and the dare
And you can get your ass beat like a kick and a snare
ScHoolboy's my niggy, you know I'm good in the 50s
That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and f*ckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man
We been that man since Batman had a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers
Solve em (Oh no!) you can't bitch, I'm a problem
You get f*cked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
And I'm that nigga, meaning I'm two niggas, I'm schizo
Brent Lowe, my motherf*cking bingo
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really f*ck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

[Part 9 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Don't get offended, love being darkskinned
23 with the crib and I don't got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the f*ck out my business
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, f*ck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

[Part 10 - Tyler, the Creator:]
Boy, I'm a sicko, flaco nigga, but kinda macho
Boy, I got some vatos and shout out to ScHooly, he kinda loco
Pack a de la pistol, we splitting nachos, then for that cheese
Boy, he was using some shells just like a taco, so grab your goggles
Nigga, Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, f*ck all of that
(Man, he really took the store)

[Part 11 - ScHoolboy Q:]
Crack a cracker with a barrel uh (Yeah)
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag (Rag)
Orange Paisley got me crip crazy (Uh, sup cop)
Pants heavy, sag to the left
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
Still the blunts getting passed, yeah
Ain't worried bout no niggas (Nigga)
Grieve over suckers (Sucker), gunpowder on my knuckles (Knuckle)
Call the ambulance (Ambulance), I'm from the era of crip walking
You was clown-dancing, you wanna be me, huh?

[Part 12 - ScHoolboy Q:]
Cuz is wack when he raps, and what he rap, he ain't done
Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
Pussy boy you f*cked over, nigga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's lump
My square homie's license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck
You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast
You want to steer that wheel
You want to smoke that kil'
Well who am I?

[F*CKING YOUNG]

The day that I met you girl
I knew that it was something special
But I couldn't put my finger on it (F*ck I can't sing whatever look)
We met through mutual friends
And this is where the story and confusion begin
Cause I was in a problem but I had to pretend that I wasn't

[Pre-Chorus:]
There go the police man knocking at my door
Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat
Or do I answer real confused like "I don't know"
Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more
She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when we're bored
There's nobody at the door, man I'm so paranoid

[Chorus:]
Girl you're perfect, but you're too f*cking young for me
And when temptation calls, I never pick up
And girl, you stole my heart but you're too f*cking young
This is more than a crush, I just might be in love

A six year difference
Is a ten year sentence
And with the pigment on my skin, I don't want to be another statistic
You bring me joy, joy, joy, joy
And you fill a void that was once missing
And I can say I'm in love

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

When you're 35, I'll be 41
And when I'm 27, you'll be 21
Yo, this is dumb
And when that time comes for that 1-8, I'll probably run
Cause I'm f*cking terrified, yo this is dumb
You should find someone else
I'm not the one for you, shit, I'm still growing up by myself
And mentally you're older than me and that shit doesn't help
Cause if they see you with T, they'll think T needs some help
So when you mention "hang," I'm thinking about a tree and a belt
And I don't want no relation, shit no relation
Ship when my dick is longer than my intentions-
Span, it's gonna suck your shit
It's that kitchen fan
It splattered on me like my dick in my hand
What? I'm still f*cking off, not good at ducking off
Because I found a goose that I like, but I'm still running off
She gon' want a nest, that's why I cannot get f*cking caught
That's a scary word, you could save that shit for the birds
But I found my wings, f*ck
(But you're too f*cking young)
I really like you
(And when temptation calls, I never pick up
And girl, you stole my heart but you're too f*cking young)
Funny thing about this is
By the time you hear this, I'll be in the clear
It's T and Uncle Charlie
(But you're too young, but you're too young, but you're too young)

[PERFECT]

[Kali Uchis:]
Boy I know that we could be more than just friends
But you're scared
Boy I know
We could be more than just friends
But you're scared
I know
I know that there could be
Somethin' for you and me
What's your philosophy?
You're scared, scared
And I exit and wait a while
(Just say the word)
See the answers are all there
(But I'm just too gone to see)
You and I are cut from different fiber
(I wonder why, I wonder why girl)
Don't be too material to see
(But I'm just too gone to see)
This world is such a struggle just to be
F*ck em all baby it's just you and me

[Tyler:]
But you're too f*ckin' young
And girl I know that you're the one for me
F*ck
Cause you're too f*ckin young
And girl I know that you're the one for me
And it hurts
It f*ckin hurts
Cause you're too f*ckin young
And girl I know that you're the one
That you're the one
For me
Cause you're too f*ckin young
And girl I know that you're the one for me
Yeah
(I rock)
(I rock)
(I rock)

For your boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not short of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
Please come and get me
Said I suck him at your neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody f*ckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never timber
But you f*cked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a f*ck, say you could run that shit back
And f*ck your loud pack, and f*ck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest f*ckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that f*ckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why, why?
Why don't they like me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to check Nike

Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
Hold up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

For your boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my room
Damn

Two, Three, Four
Hold your f*ckin' horses
Niggas really f*ckin' thought that T lost it
Like I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
F*ckin' losers

Hold your f*ckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear

This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, nigga go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its f*ck A-N-Y one
F*ck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my goodness

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, f*ck us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't f*ck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma faggot

Son you need Jesus
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange

Nah faggot its Golf Wang

Got the whips, got the hoes
Got the ice, got the clothes
Niggas know that keys open doors
Half price nigga keep the O's
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they know me by treat your nose

Look, UFO, bow, land
Skrr landed on the ass and
Adidas leaf in the grassland
My finger got a yellow Pac-Man
Blow your purple, go in circles, so inertia
Go reverse it, no rehearsin', gold is perfect
Open curtain, flow inversion, golden person
Yeah I'm nerdy, yeah I'm swerving
Yeah you heard me

Got the whips, got the hoes
Got the ice, got the clothes
Niggas know that keys open doors
Half price nigga keep the O's
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they know me by treat your nose

Got the whips, got the hoes
Got the ice, got the clothes
Niggas know that keys open doors
Half price nigga keep the O's
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they know me by treat your nose

My garden's full from breaking these hoes
A hand full of green and a couple of stones
Your lawnmower foreign, you rented a home
But nigga, how much of that shit do you own?
See me, I don't compromise, I know my conscience
F*ck your compliments, bitch I got confidence
I don't need your approval, my nigga you suck
I do not have to adjust
So shut the f*ck up
Evil Knievel
Hoping them niggas see it

Back to the garden
Niggas gon' do dirty
Killing your flowers

All you stupid niggas

Got the whips, got the hoes
Got the ice, got the clothes
Niggas know that keys open doors
Half price nigga keep the O's
Keep the O's, you gotta keep the O's

You gotta keep the O's
Cause you never know when it's over
You want the doors that go up
You want the girls with the big butts
You want the diamonds, you want the stones
You gotta stunt on these niggas
Stunt on these niggas one time

Find your wings
And fly
You'll find your wings
(You'll find your wings)
Learn how to fly
(Learn how to fly)

What I want you to do
(What I want you to do)

You'll find your wings
Learn how to fly
(Learn)

I'm rapping about diamonds, and cars, and money now
What the f*ck has gotten into me, man

Let's just runaway from here (cause it's not, cause it's not)
My dear (It's not, cause it's not)
What you really want girl
My heart's not sprung in love when I see you (when I see you, when I see you)
I try to play it cool because (Like you, I really like you)
You're so special to me, to me
To me, to me (Let's go)
Let's move to California
Right now (pack your bags, go pack your bags)
I have things on my back so please don't (take the blame, I have to take the blame)
Girl, I know you ready, I can see it in your eyes
Boy, I know you're not, I can tell you're terrified
Nobody has to know and if they did, they wouldn't care
When you rub my hands switching fifth gear
Forget about it baby, let's not waste our afternoon (forget about it baby)
Cause we're gonna go fly to the moon (I wanna go fly to the moon)
Yeah, but anyway (Pack your bags, pack your bags)
Play it cool, play it cool, cause it's cold (Play it cool, play it cool)
You're so special to me, to me
To me, to me

(Don't you wanna go back)
(Let's go, let's go)
(Right now)
I think I believe you (Let me show you how girl)
It's nice that I need to
The earth is so rough I'm not calling your bluff, what, what, what (she would love that)
I think I believe you
Take me higher
Let's make our way over
To the Okaga cave
Today (today)
There we will stay, play it cool now
X-Y-Z how?
Welcome me in
Then we'll begin

Suckin' on my ears, fingers
Rubbing through your hair
Fastwind, slowwind, f*ck yeah, we behaving bad, uh
Probably couldn't tell but I be blushing when you with me
When you kiss me, swear to God, blood was rushing to my chimney
Laying on my trampoline, looking at the stars
From my fake space fog machine
Now you know my arm is dead
From the push that you had
I said I loved you, said it back
Like it was scripted, instrumented, like the flavor of that lemonade
That we was sippin on our sushi-ridden dinner date
Oh, you think you special now?
Other bitches trippin' now
Cause we're fleeing to the moon
F*ck Earth, man we sick of y'all
Wings on my backs and we ain't gotta cop a ticket, nah, nah, nah

Oh yeah
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!
(Watch this) Let's go to the moon!
(Favorite director)
(Gonna be good)
Come on, baby
What you wanna do?
(I really like you)

Take me away
F*ck what they say
Tonight we're [?]
Another day
We in outer space
We'll waste our days
Sade, Sade, Sade
Oh, right now
Yes!
Let's go to the moon (Yes!)
(It's about to start)