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[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?
Do ya, do ya?

[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 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?

[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

[Bridge]
Yes, of course, I remember, how could I forget how you feel?
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: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that ni-guh, I swear
Stand out guy, him don’t need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at? ‘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?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad ’cause a nigga neck chill like that
You mad ’cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air like that?
Nigga, who dem boys?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?
Who else step in this bitch this jig?
Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?
Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
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?

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? 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?
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 0 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’?
Call me, my name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number, you can reach me, woo!
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

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?
Cool. We cool?

[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? 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? 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? (She’s boppin’)
Wait, tell him why we can’t fuck with this bitch? (That bitch she boppin’)
What is she? She a BB, what does that stand for? (She boppin’)
She, what do she be doin’? (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? 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 1: Tyler, the Creator]
They say I’ve calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? (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! Tamale!
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? 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?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
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. O.
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!
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, Go fuck You, Na Na Na Na Na Na!
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?
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?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
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…

(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. 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!
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! If you fucking…
Do NOT fuck this up!
You have the whole world in your fucking hands

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
How many leaders in the house?
Well can somebody bring the mirrors out? 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? (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?
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