Lone

Lone

[Dr. TC:] So, what's going on Wolf? Talk to me man... People worry, we hear stories about you getting into fights and all this unnecessary bullshit. What's on your mind? Talk to me I'm here. [Hook: Tyler, The Creator] Domo roll another one, I'm just fuckin' with you I ain't smokin' none My squad bring terror, no intended pun Merch booth made niggas extensive funds Momma got the Rover with the Range She don't ever ever gotta struggle, not again And I put that on my dead grandmother's name...too soon [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] My nigga Slater, yeah that's my little pony Little homies is reppin' like I been fuckin' with Kony Nigga Phillip and Kobe, to my niggas that know me Ya boy seem happy as fuck but truthfully ya boy lonely Niggas a target for marketing, he's an artist Can't even walk into Target without bothering customers bothering Asking me for a picture, then I talk to their sister Naw nigga, get lost, you're fucking smothering God I wanna quit, but I can't, cause mother and sister can't pay the rent 4 stories with storage, I'm 21 with a mortgage And tourings' paying the bills, life is paying for thrills Lifes' a bitch bruh but from the third floor which is gorgeous A year ago I was broke, now how can I afford this I started off with disposables now I have an assortment And I'm using these negatives to develop a portrait Now the frame is a pain in the ass to get it in Without a scratch or stain on the glass But that's not important, just as long as it's printed And I hinted it is, and when I get it I'll make sure you get a copy bitch Shit I'll even add a signature with the fuckin' pic-ature I'll even tell you the film I used in the aperture [Hook] [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Grandmother died, didn't cry not a tear I got a lot of fuckin wind no water dripped out the eye But when I got the news, yup it left your boy stuck Cause when my mom dipped out she was the one that gave me a fuck Mom callin' and callin', I'm on my way to a show I answer, she cryin' sayin' Sadie is dyin' The doc said she only had a week for us to speak Before she deceased, cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up Fuck, nah this is really awkward for me bruh I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back And started to think, like "What the fuck just happened?" I never had a death and I just seen her a week ago Meet them at the hospital I should In between the set of BADBADNOTGOOD Lionel asked what happened I said it's bad bad, not good Just take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of Oakwood Gettin' there, family sittin' center chair Awkard in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there, there's a room Open up the curtain, she's just sitting there, hello Our conversations brief, couldn't even make eye contact when we speak Lookin' at her you could tell all she had was weak And I'm not talkin' days bruh, I'm talkin' 'bout her strife I sat there 20 minutes tops, hopin' it was just a fuckin' plea that she could cop She died that night [Dr. TC:] Oh that's heavy man, I'm sorry for your loss [Tyler:] Yeah whatever, don't worry about it.. [Dr. TC:] Last time I seen Sammy he was lookin' for you [Tyler:] Fuck that nigga Sammy [Dr. TC:] Uhh... Have you seen him? [Tyler:] Nah but if I seen that nigga I woulda killed 'em

Tamale

Tamale

[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 nigger 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 if I get banned [Hook: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator] Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Why y'all so salty, I do Molly and zone, Can't agree 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 Biebs, cause he's puffin' 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, [?] [Hook 2: Tallulah and Tyler, the Creator] Yeah Buddy, [?], 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, I do Molly and zone, Can't [?] 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, they be two's and sixes, [?] NRA bout 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... [Outro] [Wolf:] Oh shit, aw fuck. [Clancy:] What the fuck! [Wolf:] Aw, I'm sorry. [Clancy:] Clean that shit up, we're going to the office!

Treehome95

Treehome95

[Salem] You wanna hear the new song we just did? It's not finished but... yeah [Coco O - Intro:] I want to go I want to go Baby let's go To my treehome Treehome [Verse 1:] Special So let's go Lets go oh oh Oh, lets go I wanna go (Mmm) Treehome [Tyler] (Bridge!) [Tyler & Coco O - Bridge:] Coming for you Oh yeah, we won't stop You're my favorite crayon in the box Lets think outside the lines Come to my tree house, yeah Let's escape then let me go head first And from what I've heard, it's great It's great [Verse 2:] [Tyler] (There's a party) [Erykah Badu] Tuesday is good news day Not usually a full tray Can you pack your PJs? [Tyler] (There's a party) [Erykah Badu] Come into my treehome Boy, you must be special [Tyler] (I'm special baby) [Erykah Badu] No one ever comes here [Erykah Badu - Outro:] Tuesday is good news day Not usually a full tray Can I pack your PJs? You must be special Come into my treehome Boy, you must be (Let's just escape) (Let's go to my tree house baby) Special Lets just escape You and me (Oh, he's special) Let's just escape Will you come into my tree house?

Trashwang

Trashwang

Sawed-off I eat those These clothes they free though Straight from the back of the Supreme store Don't give a fuck about these hoes [Tyler] Hold on, run that shit back (This is a DJ Stank Daddy exclusive) I want the black kids to like me for this one, man [Lee Spielman] Trash Wang Illegal CIV Golf Wang [Screaming throughout the whole song] [Verse 1: Na-Kel] Bitch I'm with the fucking extras Big dog, cup full of egg nog Don't give a fuck 'bout shit but clips and Camp Flog Gnaw Sawed-Off I eat those These clothes they free though Straight from the back of the Supreme store Don't give a fuck about these hoes They just slob knob in New York shows Thirsty for the clit till I'm not flow Frigid jordan trip, bitch I got it poppin' Me and Jasper goin' coffee shoppin' Those that are boarding see a lotta posses Bitches see a boy and their mouths are frothing Chains glossin' Bitch [Hook] Trash Wang niggas Thrilla we da killa You can tell 'em, "Golf Wang And buy the fucking stickers" OF or Wolf Gang My niggas is my niggas Don't let the skateboards fool you Know niggas that pull triggers Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up Trash Wang, nigga, that's what's up Trash Wang, nigga, roll a blunt [Verse 2: Tyler the Creator] Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them niggas are swell Tighter than a straight nigga goin' to jail Locked in a box, nigga, off them socks I can finally afford the bail My bitches are bad She's pretty normal looking with a real nice ass Now hop off my dick, with it We, Bitch, Mob, Task, Force, Lil, B, nigga Speaking of the devil Y'all niggas cornier than kettle Y'all couldn't smoke like a heroin in a black ops player and reach my level Ate some bugs and I made some carats Fuck y'all niggas' bullshit, y'all cherish I'm 21, I threw a party but… Difference is, y'all didn't have a ferris Wheel [Verse 3: Jasper] Bitches out dancing I'm back nigga I face that Just cop that motherfucker bimmer nigga I race that Keep talking that shit I'll pull your card Get chipped like that nigga from stomp the yard Don't fuck with Jasper He a retard He and his mother fucking grandma have your family scarred [Verse 4: Tyler the Creator] Might fuck around and be a goat named Felicia Sorry, got a little excited It's prolly all the meth while it's being provided Wolf Gang, up in this bitch Red Riding Hood is pissed Somebody tell Megan and Sarah to come and suck a [Hook] [Verse 5: Taco] Bimmers for days White bitches is slaves Niggas ain't with that warfare My goons got aim 100 racks before 18 200 before I hit 6 feet Nigga we bout it bout it Yo bitch try to suck my dick [Verse 6: Lucas] Hold up my chain Versace Flocka Flame Pull up in the tank Cock back and aim (ouch) Spit my verse on the Gold Flame I love [?] shouting Golf Wang Your bitch tattoo It say my name Versace Santana Nigga bird game Supreme team Selling [?] Paying all these ratchets Full bills [L-Boy] (What) Yeah Y'all niggas thought it was a game We shutting the motherfucking shit down now nigga It's over for you bitch niggas I'm here with my nigga nasty Nak', Mr. Versace Wolf Haley in this motherfucker Jasper The Motherfucking Dolphin And my nigga, Mike G We taking this shit over Its shut down for you bitch niggas I got the Tech I'm bustin' at y'all bitches heads nigga Fuck all you niggas Its gettin' hot in here [Tyler] Odd Future Wolf Gang bruh we Kill 'Em All Golf Wang sticker on that Trash Wang Nigga knows that OF poppin Loiter Squad, Flog Gnaw OFWGKTA yeah you niggas know them seven letters long Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this bitch Golf Wang up in this bitch Litter Life up in this bitch OFM, banging on your motherfuckin' FM Nigga, fuck you thought this was nigga Haha Click Click [gunshot] [Salem:] What the fuck was that

 

Rusty

Rusty

[Intro] I'm saying, you know, like All I ever told you to do was grow up, don't grow down You know, like, you know, grow up! Don't grow down, grow out You go from being a kid, doing your thing, hanging out with friends Months later you're world famous You're a gay rights activist, and you don't even know it You know what, I don't wanna say it to you no more, Tyler Fuck you Tyler! [Verse 1: Domo Genesis] Watch me get this money nigga, tired of being hungry nigga Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'mma punch a nigga Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my nigga Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies, bitch I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out here poppin' ollie switch Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad, its thick Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense We the last of a dying breed And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please My pocket's solid, making profit off the highest tees Bitch, [?] twerk as I get on the verse, cursin' Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin' Make actions, fuck rehearsing [Hook x2: Domo Genesis] Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time, 24/365 You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine [Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with leather Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better I was a drama club kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts itched I was defiant, always said, "Fuck shit" Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some See I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's And I be gassin' in my buzz like some bees in a Shell Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some braille I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself These fucking rappers got stylist, it's cause they can't think for themselves See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but Really, boy? Posers looking silly boy I'm in that past season 'Preme shit, older than Tity Boi Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is (Diddy Riese) Na'kel Smith. Transworld page 64 Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire flames I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished And my shit's missing, he hates women, but loves kittens See y'all niggas trippin' man Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me Though I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind But talk is money, I said, "Hi," I guess I bought him some time Look at the ones in the crowd. That shit is barnacles, huh? They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh? But then again, I'm an athiest that just worships Satan, And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for their fucking ratings "Analog" fans are getting sick of the rape All the "Tron Cat" fans are getting sick of the lakes But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank Over and over, shit, who gives a fuck what I think? My fans don't think turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct Fuck buying studio time. I'mma go purchase a shrink Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch [Hook] [Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering. So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me But Momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (Why don't you jump you fucking pussy?) I'm seeing it's a drop in my occular, jumping like they told me That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff. Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (Fucking faggot). Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you). Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (Pistol, I got one!). Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs (Oh, shut the fuck up!). [Gunshot] [Outro: Sam] Samuel's here! Where's Wolf? Fucking faggot. Salem was mine, bitch! Was that good enough, you fucking pussy?

 

Parking Lot

Parking Lot

 

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator] Tall ugly nigga with lips bigger than tigger, Only blue print on these Vans like I don't listen to Jigger, (Uhh), Cotton-picking nigger, Golf Wang season sicker than the block, Colette and skateshops, where wolves deal 'em, (Uhh), Workshop is awesome, ask Dill And let's pretend like, I'm not making dollar Bill Withers on these fucking stickers, (Uhm), Pulling down my zipper and she quick to say she doesn't suck, Bitch, cut the crap like dyke booty when they scissor, (Uhh) Pink haired Mrs, I'm her mister, sipping slurpees, bag of chips, Now show your tits for mister Fuji, take a picture, (Uhh), OF is popping like a blister, need some listerine, Spitting got us balling like we Mr. Clean's sister, (Uhh), Sick of being black, sipping paint thinner, [?] Plotting on the babysitter before dinner, and hopefully I get her, If I don't, Fuck it then, see I never simp son, pull the opposite of Smithers, I'm done bitch [Hook: Casey Veggies & Tyler, the Creator] Until the ozone leaves and the Earth is hot, Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot, The moon not working and the stars align, I stay golden, y'all thought I was out my mind, Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot, Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot, Loiter Squad lurking in the parking lot [Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] (Somebody told me...) I had a decline in the buzz, not a shocker bruh, I had the stun gun in my bum, And when I drop shit you better have a towel and a sponge, And ask why bitch, I eat a ton bucket of chum, In Bikini Bottom, I am the biggest problem, This shit fishy niggas dip like we were set in Harlem, Eaters turn them into nuggets like Carmelo Anthon(y), We just sit and burn shit just like my fucking anthem [Verse 3: Mike G] I'm like goals, those is something you have to stand to reach, My campaign speech elect me, Commander in Chief, Respect to me is ever minor, appearances cause mass hysteria, But I'm still uncomparable, I'm like the face of America, I'm the ambassador from a land made of gold, I'm a fuckin' centerfold, I'm somethin' to behold, I can kill a hundred shows, take on for the road, I'm results of putting persistent pressure on coals [Hook] [Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator] It's a dog eat dog world, don't get bit bruh, A son of a bitch I am, yup, I'm a sick pup, (I thought that you were nice) Yeah I am slut, I'm also half ass a racist who hates niggas, Yep I'm a mixed mutt Preme is the top bunk, green is the pillow case, Golf is the bedsheets, (Hat and my T-shirt), TrashWang sticker on that Chima Ferguson, I'm real with the box, and I murder with the pen, It's Bimmer Boy's boy never swerving in the Benz, I'm listening to Dead Sam demos on the ten, Can I get a medium with cheese and bacon? [Outro] It's Loiter Squad nigga... Fucking Loiter Squad... Sam's after you Sam's after who? You! For what? What the fuck? He found out that you and Salem are hanging out, he said he gonna kill you Kill me? What the fuck you mean kill me? Slow down, slow down, what the fuck you mean he gonna kill me? I don't know, he just said he gonna kill you Not if I get to him first

 

Pigs

Pigs

[Verse 1:] Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably say the same Fuck.. Hated by everyone thats the way it seems I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I'm amused alone Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team Depression on the stalk again My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough Whenever I am losing Oxygen, bully hand around my neck Because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again I brought that on myself, see I should know my place But not at lunchtime, see I know better then to show my face around them But the day I do it will be everywhere When I share these feelings Finally they gon' fucking care [Hook] Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots Crash a couple Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus Its Us. Nigga. I said its us, nigga. [Verse 2:] Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you Was when I... "uh" with all them burners, you Think that I'm some punk bully bitch who ain't gone trouble you Well I'm gonna burst your bubble two times if you don't mind umm "Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and thats Tyler And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats! Don't start asking whats packin in these trench coats! But just know if you start acting I'm grabbin for these trench coats! My step-father called me a fag, I'll show him a fag I'll light a fire up in his ass And recently them assholes that be fuckin' with me in class. So I'mma keep them motherfuckers there and make sure they pass Huh. My prom date, she distance my offer So I'mma [?] and toss her in the principles office Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend? (Yeah but my parents) Oh don't worry you will probably never see them again [Hook] [Bridge] Bum bum bo bum bum Bum bum bum bum bum Bum. bum. bum. burumrumrumrum bum bum bum Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe We are the Sams, and we're dead its just four of us We come in peace we mean no harm and we're inglorious We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us I guess we lost ours [Verse 3:] Music had nothing to do with my final decision I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had Since I was a kid but I'm growing up so they missin' I didn't mean to hurt anybody I'm sorry I wouldn't hurt a fly or consider joining the army I'm hardly ever angry, roger rabbit framed me Momma I'm the same fucking kid that you made see? I don't wanna go to jail I just wanna go home And I want those fucking kids at school to just leave me alone And I... I hear helicopters make them dip I'm fucking reloaded I told you all that I ain't takin' shit You better backup before this mac starts to lift up I'll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up The difference between us and our class is tan khakis I got 99 problems and all of them is being happy