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[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


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

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

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



[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? 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?
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

But you’re too fuckin’ young
And girl I know that you’re the one for me
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
(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

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
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 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

[Break: Kanye West]
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

[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

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. 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

Nah faggot its Golf Wang

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q]
Fuck 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

[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? 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?
I don’t give a fuck, nigga
Whatchu mean?

[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


[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***