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[Hook 1: Tyler]
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer (x4)
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you

[Earl]
Uhh, addicts arise, when I arrive
In this crack crack fag back slap in disguise
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch
Reach for the door, get your access denied

[Tyler]
I'm not an asshole I just don't give a fuck a lot

[Verse 1]
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat
My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed
This meetin' just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

Intro]
Aww shit
Three icy ass niggas from Odd Future doin' some crazy shit
By the way, we do punch bitches

[Verse 1: Jasper]
I'm swagging bitch, I'm iced out
Oh you mad bitch cause I'm laying on the couch

[Verse 1]
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', Mrs
This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen

Nigga tһіѕ іѕ mу cup, drink tһе cyanide up
Dope аѕ fuck ѕο I wουƖԁ really shoot a group οf guys up
Deep tһουɡһt, I’m οftеח lost (Fuck іt) рυt mе next tο awesome
Still саח′t tеƖƖ tһе ԁіffеrеחсе, јυѕt Ɩіkе Asians wіtһ tһеіr eyes shut
Butt fuck a couple rocks, іח tһе Wendy’s parking lot
Barking аt tһе sight οf light frοm mу brіɡһt sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eatin’ toaster strudel аt a nude beach іח Rome
Iח a black-pink spaghetti strap, mаԁе οf Roman noodles

[Verse 1]
Went to Six Flags
Six fags came up and said "Ayo, can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said "Oh it's Wolf Gang, Yonkers, Goblin is my shit though"
Now I'm like, fuck, I dont want to be an asshole
So I'm sitting there posing with Travis, Devon
With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
So fucking annoyed cause I missed Goliath

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Sick to my motherfucking tummy
Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy
Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke
Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since Bastard, Clancy is my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighting on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle, but I've fucked a couple models in Europe

[Musical Intro]

[Verse 1: Kali Uchis & Tyler, The Creator]
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'

[Verse 1]
I'm Ace, what's your name? (Britney)
Oh that's nice, do you wanna hang out some time
That time on the clock, we could either go to Rosco's or Wingstop
Unless, you wanna see a flick, my homie work at pacific
That means I could get a ticket for a couple six bucks
But that's priceless compared to getting my dick sucked girl
I'm just playing, I'm not really hanging out with you for laying

Yo, the only girl I ever loved
Fucked some nigga that I really hate
And the funny part about it that we didn't even date
But at the end she could still say she got her pussy ate
Yummy her in her tummy
Pour out cause'
Cummy in her bummy means that a little me being coming
So I let her blow my flute and start humming

Ignorant, Atheist, sound like a ... monster
Tall, skinny, lanky, buck it, ... it badass posture
Cops are angering in hell(?)
(but they discounted ??)
With the devil, he was formal and some Polo and some Dockers
Dancing with him playing vengeance Cindi Lauper with some Crips
In all red like they playin' Red Lobster
My ... is white Italian to be exact

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[Verse 1]
I'm rolling through Ladera in a Beemer looking cleaner
Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajita
My passenger seat is occupied by Senorita
And mother keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet her

[Intro]
Oh I don't need the metronome bro
(It's this girl)

[Verse 1]
She lives next door, to the store that I loiter at
We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
And if we text I get pissed when I get no reply

I never would have thought that
Feelings could get thrown in the air
Cause I accidentally caught that
I need some new boxing gloves, shit got hectic whenever I fall back
For example, 10 minutes can go past without you brushing my thoughts
Thatís 14 40 a day so Iíll say a 144 times
I think about you or something like that
Cross match, fhe fucking thought of you with somebody else

01. igor's theme feat. kali uchis
02. earfquake feat. charlie wilson, devonté hynes & playboi carti
03. i think
04. exactly what you run from you end up chasing feat. jerrod carmichael
05. running out of time feat. frank ocean
06. new magic wand feat. asap rocky & santigold
07. a boy is a gun
08. puppet feat. kanye west

(School Counselor) [Well Tyler, it's about that time. I mean you're a good kid, just misguided. So is there anything else you want to say before we end this?]

My father died the day i came out of my mother's hole and left a burden on my soul
until i was old enough to understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much
he loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake junt
"bring your pops to school today", for 12 years i cheated
told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and "bring that dude to life day", he wasn't at the meeting
made a U-turn on the way there like "the fuck am i thinking?"

[Tyler the Creator:]
I was taught to act my shoe-size, never my age
I always judge a book by the cover, never the page
I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage
That he felt when he dealt with physological phase
They say that I never cease to amaze
While half my mental belongs in a cage
The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
We come through throbbin' like thunder storms
Make them feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwin' bombs
With the exclusive on the channel, b*tch I know it's on
N*ggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw the pom-poms
Suck a dick, eat salam gettin' they nails done in salons
Hodgy Beats is like limp balm

Tracklist 2011:
1. Sleep – Homebase NYC Feat. Coco O
2. Gangsta Lean – Clipse
3. Why You Wanna – T.I.
4. Imprint After – Toro Y Mo
5. Fuck All Nite – Jay Z
6. Jake Ryan – Summer Camp
7, Hey Ma – Cam’Ron, Juelz Santana, Freekey Zeekey, Toya

[Verse 1: Jasper]
Niggas at the fuckin' mall, niggas where my fuckin' drawers?
Think I'm happy? Think I'm sad? Bitch you fuckin' know my dad
You wear his pants up in his ass, touch his ass, grab his dick
You's a fag, you like that shit, O.F. is the fuckin' click
I'm goin' off the top of the brain
Nigga don't know how to rap but I'm in the game
Fuck that shit, I don't give a fuck

[Intro]
Left Brain, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang
Free Earl, uh

[Verse 1]
Goddamn I love women
Daydream about penis being in 'em
Meet them with a big grin with a mac 10

Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a fuck, well they referring us [Wolf Gang!]
Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderous
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us
You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads
While you niggas stacking bread, I could stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby

[Verse 1]
I don't wanna play you, I just wanna tape you undress
And then I'll lay you down and record soft porn
If it's romance then it's hardcore if it's horror
Pop the pop corn, the thought to rape you really turns me on

Press my buttons baby

[Intro]
In California, you spend most of your life in cars
Movin', travelin', searching for somewhere to land
I don't mind tip-toeing across the globe for thrills
And flyin' to Vienna to see a show at the Kunst museum
Or headin' south to race dolphins on jetskis
But this time I ended up in ****
Lookin' for this brioche my boy told me about

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang

[Verse 1]
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a mothafucking flintstone

[Intro]
Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin'...

[Verse]
What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?
What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?
Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air
And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer

[Hook 1: Tyler The Creator]
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I’m trying to keep up
But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up
And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em