Frank Ocean – Thinkin About You lyrics

Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh
[Verse 2]
No, I don’t like you, I just thought you were cool enough to kick it
Got a beach house I could sell you in Idaho
Since you think I don’t love you, I just thought you were cute
That’s why I kissed you
Got a fighter jet, I don’t get to fly it though, I’m lying down
[Pre-Chorus]
Thinkin’ ’bout you (Ooh no, no, no)
I’ve been thinkin’ bout you (You know, know, know)
I’ve been thinkin’ bout you, do you think about me still? Do ya, do ya? Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh
[Bridge]
Yes, of course, I remember, how could I forget how you feel? Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh
Or do you not think so far ahead? [Chorus]
Or do you not think so far ahead? [Chorus]
Or do you not think so far ahead? Do ya, do ya? Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh
Or do you not think so far ahead? You know you were my first time, a new feel
It won’t ever get old, not in my soul, not in my spirit, keep it alive
We’ll go down this road ’til it turns from color to black and white
[Chorus]
Or do you not think so far ahead? Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh
Or do you not think so far ahead? Cause I been thinkin’ bout forever, ooh [Verse 1]
A tornado flew around my room before you came
Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn’t rain in
Southern California, much like Arizona
My eyes don’t shed tears, but boy, they pour when
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m thinkin’ ’bout you (Ooh no, no, no)
I’ve been thinkin’ bout you (You know, know, know)
I’ve been thinkin’ bout you, do you think about me still?

Tyler, The Creator – Who Dat Boy (feat. A$AP Rocky) lyrics

Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the-? [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Fuck the rap, I’m tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin’ business ventures
These niggas these days
Actin’ like some bitches, like they’re fuckin’ with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin’, Jesus, Christmas
He just shittin’, she exquisite, bitches be expensive
(Yeah, let ’em know, nigga) And I don’t even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
I’m currently lookin’ for ’95 Leo
My mom say she worried because I’m so ill
I should stay in bed, but got too much bread
To make, she said watch my weight
So I stayed home and start eatin’ some meals
Get out of my way, way, boy that’s McLaren
That’s to 60 in 2 point nueve, I’m gone
[Video Outro: 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’? Who him is? Who him is? ‘Cause nigga, I’m right here
I don’t shop at the mall, all y’all just
Dumb mothafucka, I’m a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I’ll draw you a closet
And you know that it’s GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit
Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drips swag like a broken faucet
It’s runnin’, nigga, I’m runnin’ shit
That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Won’t stop ’til the cops surround him
One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
With his fuckin’ face blown off, that’s how they found him
It’s Young T
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is? Nigga, who dem is, nigga? Why you niggas feel like that? Mad ’cause a nigga’s neck chill like that
You mad ’cause a nigga push wheel like that? Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance
Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass
Never seen a nigga in this much Raf
Still doin’ math when I miss my class
Was it Summertime ’06, had the Number (N)ine
Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen ’til they skipped my ass
Senior citizen, don’t forget my pass
Been that nigga and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there? Nigga, who dat boy? Why you niggas feel like that? 911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me
911, call me [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is? Who him is? Who else came through with a wrist this flick? Who dem boys? Who else step in this bitch this jig? Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air like that? Nigga, who dat boy? Who dat boy? Him that ni-guh, I swear
Stand out guy, him don’t need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at? Mad ’cause a nigga neck chill like that
You mad ’cause a nigga push wheel like that? Nigga, who dem is? Nigga, who dem boys? Who else your bitch say got a bick this big? Nigga, who dem is, nigga? [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is? Who dat boy? Who him is? Call me, my name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number, you can reach me, woo! Who dem boys? [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Who dem is?

Tyler, The Creator – Fish / Boppin’ Bitch (feat. Frank Ocean) lyrics

(She boppin’)
[Chorus]
Now I’m at a fuckin’ clinic
Cause my dick is swollen’ and keeps itchin’
Nigga, I’mma kill this bitch (She’s a boppin’ bitch)
[Outro]
Where’s my gun? (She boppin’)
She, what do she be doin’? She a BB, what does that stand for? I’mma kill this bitch
To all my niggas out there listening, that bitch (She’s boppin’)
And don’t let her suck your dick or you’ll get hurt [Verse 2]
Bitches running ’round, down pussy take a trip
Make her strip, got my dick harder than the unzip
Tyler swiftly slips his dick inside of Taylor Swift’s slit
Round trip in that pussy, here comes a ticket
Film clips popping on that Canon
Busting Ottoman cannons, on the pill
Is he real? Part 1 – Fish
[Verse 1]
Slip it in her drink, and in the blink of an eye
I can make a white girl look chink
Don’t know what to think, ’cause last time I attempted this shit
The judge ordered me to see a shrink
Started with the link
Contended her to meet me at the local
Odd Future Wolf Gang skating rink
We was uniquely in sync
Already fucking and we only met last week
We were both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next week
You can hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks
No, I’m not a freak, I am meekly a creep
The neighbors by the creek says my house stinks
And it reeks on the sheet, girl
Streaks of red, even though all pussy is pink
Oblivion makes obvious seeks
Which make meats for my obvious feasts
Used to just blot up thoughts, plot, and rethink
Now I get daughters and tie ’em and clink
Got my dick harder than iron and zinc
Now they just rot up, arms caught in the sink
Where they get cut up to fit my physique
Critique my chic in this brand new mink
Go
[Bridge]
Yeah, Wolf Gang
Wolf Haley
All good? We cool? Your body’s near that coral reef
It was once upon a time you came home with me
Then the next chapter left you in my teeth
Fill your gills with goo
Going deeper than Pacific Ocean
This specific motion
Makes this hammerhead puke
Got to wear a wetsuit, can’t get seasick
I love when you’re in fishnets, you want me to eat you
You’re fucking wet, fish
Part 2 – Boppin’ Bitch
[Chorus]
So I met this girl at the club
And I just wanted her to suck my dick
And that’s ’cause (She’s a boppin’ bitch)
Now she’s drunk and talkin’ to me a lot
Until we go to another room
And that’s ’cause (She’s a boppin’ bitch)
[Verse 1]
This little slut whore sucks cock for a little more bucks
Than them other sluts fuck for, real easy
Cause I didn’t even knock on the front door, sleazy
I used the welcome mat as a cum rag
And all the Wolves fucked too, yeah she’s a cum bag
Filled with a bunch of shit I purchased at a drug store
Four more Dora-looking sluts let me explore
Until my cock got sore and started growing cold sores
[Chorus]
Now she thinks that I like her
But all I really wanted was that mouth
And that’s ’cause (She’s a boppin’ bitch)
Now she text messages me every day
And I don’t ever hit that bitch back
And that’s because (She’s a boppin’ bitch)
[Verse 2]
This little hoodrat started jockin at my jock strap
Until my uncircumcised penis finally unwrapped
Flapping up and down until the cack finally go splat
Now you gotta spat, spit it out until you do scat
Then you gotta sat and shit it out, bitch, fuck your feelings
You wasn’t feeling shit when you was down there kneeling
Now shut the fuck up you got another dick to deal with
[Interlude]
Now why can’t we fuck with this bitch? Gaza stripping in my living room
Wolf Gang full moon, I’m assuming mushrooms
I’m a necrolampoon, not of Charles Mansoon
This fuck is ending soon because I’m ejaculating
[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
(Frankie, Frankie)
Now I’d like to take this time of day
To thank the Mother Earth
(Thank you Momma, thank you Momma)
Letting the sun shine down on the lake
While I fish your waters
Ooh, hide your daughters, hide your sisters
Hell, hide grandmama too (Grand, yeah)
‘Cause the fisherman’s raping everybody in the pool
He on the loose, yeah
[Outro]
Got to wash it down, all this gold is fucking bait
Wait ’til you see the semen swimming
Baby, please not half, the whole is great
Morals? (She’s boppin’)
Wait, tell him why we can’t fuck with this bitch? (That bitch she boppin’)
What is she? Cool.

Tyler, The Creator – Tamale (feat. Tallulah) lyrics

Why y’all so salty,
Hot tamale is on,
A can of beans, bitch, I’m on,
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
How many fags can a lightbulb screw? Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
[Hook 2: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]
Yeah Buddy, this is my jam, Na Na Na Na Na Na Na! (Umm)
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don’t give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you’re getting cash, no bitch, you’re dumb
The only thing that you’re gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he’s a goddamn niggaare
And while you’re at it, pass the lotion
In fact, get an Xbox Live, that fun
Before I come, I’m calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building [?]
[Hook: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator]
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! O. How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh? [Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
They say I’ve calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Tamale! Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go fuck You, Na Na Na Na Na Na! Bitch Suck dick, Motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir, here the lump is
Sicker than the last bar bold-er
I’m a co fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B. Well if I has a dick, maybe two and six, and tell the nra I’m
About to lose my shit, shoot through Wayne Lapierre’s hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house? Why y’all so salty,
Hot tamale is on,
A can of beans, bitch, I’m on,
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning,
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision,
And if he’s tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I’m great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the beach, to these puff in the trees, please
Fuck I look like? If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck? A little Jergins in my palm for the jerkin’
Hope my Mom don’t catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don’t need lube, dryfit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit’s kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit’s so damn embarrassing like… Got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I’m back like I’m Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like “You’re going to jail now! ”
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?

Tyler, The Creator – BUFFALO (feat. Shane Powers) lyrics

Cause this kid’s ready to fucking fly
[Break: Tyler, The Creator]
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, nigga nigga on the wall
Rap bars, jail bars, die or shoot a basketball
Tyler, the dark skin, arrested in Austin
Cops know who I was cause their kid said the show was Awesome
[Interlude: Shane Powers]
Tyler, Tyler, I swear to, I swear to fuck! I’m getting lonely
Likes and apologies and snaps make it obvious
That everybody on this fucking planet lackin’ confidence
How many leaders in the house? You have the whole world in your fucking hands
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
How many leaders in the house? 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
(Yo it’s fucked up, I get it, put a sock in it)
Not Golf when the little homies don’t, wait,let’s weigh my options
I bought me a mansion, and bought some attention
Ain’t 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 least favorite seat
Videos, stage dives, popups, they watching T’
While y’all niggas watchin’ the throne, the throne be watching me
[Interlude: Shane Powers]
If you fuck this up
There are so many fuckin’ kids right now, listenin’ to this guy
Get those wings flapping motherfucker! (Yeah… You feel alright?)
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
God, goodness gracious
I can’t wait to see the look on y’all niggas faces
That boy T nuts, surprised his thoughts isn’t chafing
Fuck 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 had their page in a bunch
Fuckin’ attitude switched just like a “book” when it struts
But, I’m a fraud I pray to God when the six triple “book” bashin’
While me and my favorite author’s lips tickle
Peter Parker pick a pack of peppers when the plot thickens
Tyler, The Creator fuckin’ 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. 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 Well can somebody bring the mirrors out? (Do not fuck this up!)
Well can somebody bring the camera out so I can film me
T a great director nigga’s vision must be blurry
Boy I get them epic shots like jaywalkin’ in Missouri
Wait… How many leaders in the house? If you fucking…
Do NOT fuck this up!

Tyler, The Creator – FIND YOUR WINGS (feat. Roy Ayers, Syd Bennett & Kali Uchis) lyrics

[Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Find your wings (s’possed 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
[Verse 2: Kali Uchis]
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

Tyler, The Creator – FUCKING YOUNG / PERFECT (feat. Charlie Wilson, Chaz Bundick, Syd Bennett & Kali Uchis) lyrics

Part 1 – FUCKING YOUNG
[Intro]
The day that I met you girl
I knew that it was something special
But I couldn’t put my finger on it (Fuck 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-Hook]
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
[Hook]
Girl you’re perfect, but you’re too fucking young for me
And when temptation calls, I never pick up
And girl, you stole my heart but you’re too fucking young
This is more than a crush, I just might be in love
[Verse 1]
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]
[Verse 2]
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 fucking 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? You’re scared, scared
And I exit and wait a while
(Just say the word)
See the answers are 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 just a struggle just to be
Fuck em all baby it’s just you and me
[Tyler]
But you’re too fuckin’ young
And girl I know that you’re the one for me
Fuck
Cause you’re too fuckin young
And girl I know that you’re the one for me
And it hurts
It fuckin hurts
Cause you’re too fuckin young
And girl I know that you’re the one
That you’re the one
For me
Cause you’re too fuckin young
And girl I know that you’re the one for me
Yeah
(I rock)
(I rock)
(I rock) I’m still fucking 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 fucking caught
That’s a scary word, you could save that shit for the birds
But I found my wings, fuck
(But you’re too fucking young)
I really like you
(And when temptation calls, I never pick up
And girl, you stole my heart but you’re too fucking 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)
Part 2 – PERFECT
[Verse 1: 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?

Tyler, The Creator – Smuckers (feat. Lil Wayne & Kanye West) lyrics

Cause Nike gave lot of niggas checks
But I’m the only nigga ever to check Nike
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
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”, Its 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
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”
[Hook 2]
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
[Bridge]
Two, Three, Four
Hold your fuckin’ horses
Niggas really fuckin’ 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
Fuckin’ losers
[Lil Wayne]
Hold your fuckin’ 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
[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator and Lil Wayne]
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, thats 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
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
My trigger finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, 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
[Verse 5: Tyler, the Creator]
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. [Break: Kanye West]
Why, why, why? 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 fuckin’ 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 fucked up as a parent, your child idol’s a nigger
I clearly don’t give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin’ 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 fuckin’ 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! [Hook]
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
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Money, money, money, money, money ain’t the motive
What’s your name again? Why don’t they like me? Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need [music] all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys cuz I don’t fuck with me either
I’mma liar, I’mma faggot
[Verse 6: Lil Wayne]
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 playin’ at the squash the beef like Zucchinis
I know, it ain’t gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange
[Outro]
Nah faggot its Golf Wang

Tyler, The Creator – Run (feat. Chaz Bundick & ScHoolboy Q) lyrics

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
[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
All y’all niggas smoking y’all brains out
In the car called life take the lame route
Going nowhere fast but you think that you not
Cause you never hesitate to take the thang out
In the drop top, pop the trunk then pop pop
At his drop top, took another lame out
Oh you the big nigga? I don’t give a fuck, nigga
Whatchu mean? Took 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, wow
It’s a shame how you got sucked in that life
But hey man at least you got a name now
They say you a “real nigga” cause you kill niggas
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
[Outro: Chaz Bundick and Schoolboy Q]
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 fuck, cuz? [Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
Fuck you running for nigga?

Tyler, The Creator – She (feat. Frank Ocean) lyrics

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
Golden rubbers in these denim pockets (denim pockets)
On my waist, there’s a black Glock (black Glock)
New girl moved on the block (on the block)
She been plottin’ on my brown c*** (brown cock)
Last night I slept over hers (over hers)
During s**, I overheard (I overheard)
A sword sliced the air, I pulled out the na-na
Rolled off the bed then shot back, pa-pa
Blood on the sheets probably spillin’ from my gash
Looked out the glass, seen you sprintin’ on the grass
A real ninja with the blade and the mask
Got them gold ninja stars and red Supreme nunchuks
Now she tryna patch me up, but
Girl, I was just tryna get a nutbust
If that’s your ex, you should probably own a pistol
But I’m guessin’ it’s wiser to exit with dude
[Hook: Frank Ocean]
The blinds wide open so he can
See you in the dark when you’re sleepin’
Think about it, fresh out the shower
You touch yourself after hours
Ain’t no man allowed in your bedroom
You’re sleeping alone in your bed
But check your window, he’s at your window
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
The night light hits off, turnin’ kisses to bites
I’m a down to earth nigga with intentions that’s right
You’ll be down in earth quicker if you diss me tonight
But I’ll be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight
We can chill and I can act like I don’t wanna fuck
You can tell me all your problems like I really give one
But I give two for us cause you’re the one that I want
Don’t wanna seem like a punk pussy that sips on the punk pussy
See when I’m with my friends I just put on a front
But in the back of my top I’m writing songs about we
We as including I and yourself, making three
Little ones [?] pretty hard if you ask me
You’re a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that I’ve been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around 10 and skinny dippin’ and then
We can begin the pretend game, I wanna be Finn from Adventure in Time
[Hook:]
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
One, two, you’re the girl that I want
Three, four, five, six, seven, shit
Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this
And I just couldn’t take it, you’re so motherfuckin’ gorgeous
Gorgeous, baby you’re gorgeous
I just wanna drag you’re lifeless body to the forest
And fornicate with it but that’s because I’m in love with
You… C***
[Bridge 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I just wanna talk, and conversate
Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate
And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date
So just say yes, let the future fall into place
I just wanna talk, and conversate
Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate
And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date
So just say yes, let the future fall into place… C***
[Hook:]
[Bridge:]

Tyler, The Creator – Analog (feat. Hodgy Beats) lyrics

[Hook: Tyler]
I can grab the fireworks, and 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 can 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, it’s going down, shit just meet me by the lake
We could count the shooting stars, well could you meet me by the lake? Said bring a towel, well baby meet me by the lake
Bathing suit, it’s 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]
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
Come for mines in summer time, I’ma bust that trigger, nigga
Catch us Venice beachin’, she wanna go shopping
Sun down after club cause she like to get it popping
Sangria on my freedmind, 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
Summer time in the boat of love, meet me by the lake
[Hook: Tyler]
I can grab the fireworks, and soda, all the cookies we could 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? 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
[Bridge: Tyler]
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)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset (We can stay here)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset (All night long)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset
Watch the sunset (There goes the rainbow)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset (Look)
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset
Watch the sunset, we can watch the sunset
Watch the sunset (Let’s go to sleep)
We’re here, all night, school is in session
Look, you know, the water’s pretty deep, let’s go to sleep

Tyler, The Creator – 2SEATER (feat. Aaron Shaw, Samantha Nelson & Austin Feinstein of Slow Hollows) lyrics

Girl: Can you roll my window up? Tyler: Why, damn! Tyler: The fuck you turn my music down for man? [Hook]
We can speed in my 2 seater
Girl I got a 2 seater
Speed in my 2 seater
In my 2 seater
[Verse 1]
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 [?] 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 sports car like like heres the [?]
Two sapphires on your neck thats his precious gems
Now AMG it’s in boy I will eat him [?]
You angry you got that old shit with those deep rims
You got a warranty don’t care if you scratchin rims again
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
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 wow
[Bridge]
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

[Verse 3]
I know some dudes that would find you
Can we move cause there’s shouting
The fuck if it’s you that’s a Honda
To fucking 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 motherfucking Zimmerman
Turn around and lose pounds like I’m fucking Timbaland
And why pounds I mean (beep) give it till he cop brick like a [?]
And money coming out the blue
Like cops are changing fits or shit I’m killin’ it
[Verse 4]
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
[Skit]
Girl: Can you roll my window up? Girl: Cause it’s windy
Tyler: But I love it when your hair…
[Verse 5]
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
[Outro]
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

Sarah Swandell – Harbor Me: Psalm 69 lyrics

My heart is small for so much sorrow
My grief’s a river spilling its banks
Words get tossed into the tide
When I try to give you thanks
When the end is drawing near,
Will you draw near? Who will open doors today? When shame covers my face,
Do not hide your face
A stranger’s drifting, house to house
A boat without a place to dock
Wind is whistling low and dark
No one seems to hear his knock
His feet are tired from treading the streets
He’s looking for a place to stay
Will a house’s light bring welcome? When the world turns away,
I won’t turn you away (no, I will)
Harbor you
Keep you safe within
(I’ll) Harbor you
Let you in my heart again Harbor me
Keep me safe within
Harbor me
Bring me to your shore again
My feet are tired of treading water
But if I quit I’ll surely sink
How can I still feel so thirsty
When I have these tears to drink? Harbor me
Keep me safe within
Harbor me
Bring me to your shore again
Finally the wind dies down
Slowly all the waters recede
Feet are back on solid ground
Following where’er you lead
And soon the ocean feels like a mem’ry
The water sounds so far from here
Will I still recall your mercy
When my trials have disappeared? When the flood is rising up,
Will you rise up? Save me from waters roaring
My throat is sore from calling so loud
Winds are whipping waves around me
They will try to drown me out
My eyes are searching for a lighthouse
A place to anchor on the land
Feet can’t seem to fight this current
Will they find a place to stand?

Etta James – I’ve Been Loving You Too Long lyrics

I don’t wanna , I don’t wanna stop,
I don’t wanna stop now. Please, baby don’t make me. ~Outro~
I’ve been loving you too long
I don’t wanna stop now
Don’t make me, don’t make me stop now
I… Ive been loving you too long
Don’t make me, don’t make me stop now, baby I can’t, I cant stop now. I don’t wanna,
I don’t wanna stop now. I don’t want to stop now. ~Chorus~
I’ve been loving you,
Hey, a little too long. I love you X4
Ah. I’ve been loving you,
A little too long. ~Chorus~
I’ve been loving you, way too long. ~Bridge~
Oh. Please, don’t make me, don’t make me stop now. Don’t make me stop now. My love is growing stronger,
As you become a habit to me. You were tired,
And you want to be free. You were tired,
And your love is growing cold,
My love is growing stronger,
As our affair, our affair grows old. Don’t make me stop now. ~Verse 1~
I’ve been loving you,
Too long, to stop now. Don’t make me stop now. I don’t want to stop now. ~Verse 2~
With you my life,
Has been so wonderful. Don’t make me stop now.

Tyler, The Creator – OKRA lyrics

Golf be the set, no more OF
Like Ron Artest, bitch, we aim for your neck
Give a fuck about you or your respect
Yeah, that way, fuck your accolades
But I made the cut like I pack a blade
You could call me brush, I’ve been makin’ waves
Since Ashley Banks’ cousin had a fade
But that’s ’92, I’m ’91
Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what’s up
And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup
Lemonade, yeah it’s Minute Maid
I been gettin’ paid, pockets gainin’ weight
Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that’s up to you
[Chorus]
Man, now they go
(I ain’t fuckin’ with none of these niggas, man)
I cut off some friends, where they go? (Did this shit in one take, ayo)
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
(Ayy, we got that fire shit nigga)
Fuck these niggas man (run it)
[Verse 1]
Check my bankroll, ayo, 400K for vehicle
Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django, interior look mango
Shotgun grape, he look like mayo
Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo
Swampy niggas out the bayou
Pockets flooded, y’all be dilute
Watered down, I’m Big Mac
I’m quarter pound, you chicken nugget
Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
Financial advisor buggin’, Flower Boy is buzzin’
Grammy-nominated, tell yo’ cousin ain’t nobody fuckin’ with him
[Chorus]
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go? (Yeah, give these niggas information nigga)
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
(Now we never fuckin’ stop)
Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that’s for sure (ayo)
[Verse 3]
Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me
Skin glowin’, clear of acne
Diamonds see-through, so holographic
Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey
Spent dinero like Taxi Driver
Handmade is that thing with tires
But I rode the bike and Vill tail behind me
And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah
(Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron
And he do what I says like Simon
(No violence)
And my bitch mixed like jambalaya
Man, fuck with the fam, we in Japan
Bitch you’re a bum, see you don’t understand
Yeah, I cut off some friends, “T where you been?”
Bitch I’m in Bel-Air, been lookin’ for land
Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand
Got enough rocks, see, check my hand
And I got crack, watch how I talk
And it’s still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark
Wallace still trippin’ on shit that I bought
But I really do not care the cost ’cause okra
[Outro]
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
Fuck these niggas man, that’s for sure
[Verse 2]
Uno the shoe, red with the blue
Look like a flag, what the fuck it do? [Intro]
Man, now they go (ayo)
I cut off some friends, where they go?