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letra de tyler, the creator - 2049 (vol. 1) - ​toasty digital

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[intro: tyler, the creator]
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o-

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
you live in my dream state
relocate my fantasy
i stay in reality
you live in my dream state
any time i count sheep
that’s the only time we make up, make up
you exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
now, i don’t wanna wake up
[verse 2: tyler, the creator]
went to six flags, six —- 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 sh-t though”
now i’m like, “f-ck, i don’t want to be an assh0l-”
so i’m sitting there posing with travis, devon
with a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
so f-cking annoyed ’cause i missed goliath
‘causе some kid said i was there, thеn they caused a riot (tyler’s here!)
now i’m surrounded by a 25 hound of f-ckers tryna get a photo
all because they noticed the top with the box logo
and them f-cking ears, guarantee they didn’t even hear b-st-rd
they bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo
i’m going f-cking loco, “hey, tyler, can i…?”
no, b-tch, don’t you see me tryna buy a f-cking churro?
“but tyler, you’re my hero, i used to get bullied
until i heard “radicals,” the last part got to me”

[refrain: tatsuro yamash-ta & jerrod carmichael]
thank you for your love
thank you for the heart
there’ll never be a long and lonely night again
thank you for your love (i hate wasted potential)
thank you for the heart (that sh-t crushes your spirit)
there’ll never be a long and lonely night again
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[verse 3: kanye west & tyler, the creator]
richer than white people with black kids
scarier than black people with ideas
n0body can tell me where i’m headin’
but i feel like michael jordan, scottie pippen at my weddin’
they say i’m crazy, but that’s the best thing goin’ for me
you can’t lynch marshawn if 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 taking a bite of somethin’
i wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
i dreamt of 2pac, he asked me “are you still down?” yeah, my n-gga
it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on
i know they told they white daughters, “don’t bring home jerome”
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 (woo)
oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
and the lexus pull up, errr, like hop, i hopped out, like wassup?
err-err-err, step back, hold up, my n-gga, you suck
hold up (skrrt!)

[interlude: dj drama & tyler, the creator]
holiday season
a vision you have to understand from perspective
nah, nah, f-ck that
n-ggas think ’cause you f-cking got all personal that n-ggas won’t go back to that old f-cking 2010 sh-t about talking ’bout f-cking everything-all
no, f-ck that
[verse 4: tyler, the creator & ponderosa twins plus one]
i’m not a f-cking role model
i’m a 19 year old f-cking emotional coaster with pipe dreams
(you started with a mere h-llo)
since kanye tweeted telling people he’s bumping all of my sh-t
these mothaf-ckas think i’m ‘sposed to live up to something? sh-t
(and then you learned her name)
yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindf-cked
now competition missing like that n-gga my mom f-cked
(you notice her finer qualities)
he still hasn’t called me yet
but that’s a whole f-cking different argument
(and the magic of her rare personality)
sh-t, i got over it
and a couple bucks in my pocket, so now i could go buy
(bound, bound)
a couple hot pockets and grandma could stop cooking
(bound, bound)
them nasty ass collard greens, pressure’s on me like this top hat
(bound to fall in love)
b-st-rd intro, how the f-ck i’m gonna top that?
you started with a mere h-llo
and then you learned her name

[verse 5: tyler, the creator]
the boy record smell like bleach
i can travel where i want
i’m accustomed clearin’ customs
it ain’t custom, i don’t come
flee the bird to the truck
i scream, “au revoir,” to the stewardess
border control asking stupid sh-t
stayin’ at home, i hate
runaway love, but i’m no ludacris
sippin’ on mint tea, take my shoes off
then we take off, then i snooze off
until i land where i’m foreign
then i wake up, wipe the drool off
got my passport in my weekend
i’ma cool off, get a sweet tan
loafers filled with beach sand
recline ’til it’s time to peace sign
f-ck all the chains and the cars, get a passport
see the world, open your eyes ’til your back hurt
n-ggas get bread and won’t leave, sh-t is backwards
start with your feet, then a car, then an airport
get out your bubble gum
blow up horizons, sun
sled in the alps or go tube in missoula
or tour in j-pan or go scuba in cuba
or land in a borough, jerrod got the brioche
ciabatta in como, it matches my peacoat
oversee the sea, all the things that you could see
like them languages i speak, out in paris for a week
take my nephews out to nice, they like “who?” i’m like, “oui,” ha

[interlude: tyler, the creator]
“can’t they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing, living out his dreams? why they got to f-cking hate?”
[?]
random disclaimer!
hey, don’t do anything that i say in this song, okay?
it’s f-cking fiction
if anything happens, don’t f-cking blame me
white america, f-ck bill o’reilly

[refrain: tyler, the creator]
k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
i’m f-cking radical, n-gga, i’m f-cking radical
i’m f-cking radical, i’m motherf-cking radical
i’m f-cking radical, n-gga, i’m f-cking radical
i’m f-cking radical, i’m motherf-cking radical
k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
k!ll people, burn sh-t, f-ck school
i’m f-cking radical, n-gga, i’m f-cking radical
i’m f-cking radical, i’m motherf-cking radical
i’m f-cking radical, n-gga, i’m f-cking radical
i’m f-cking radical, i’m motherf-cking radical

[verse 6: tyler, the creator]
i wanna talk, i wanna call you and talk
i wanna walk to your front door and knock
after i start my vehicle
drive to your city ’cause we live an hour apart
land at your driveway and put it in park
then do the third line of this verse
then back to my house and we pack up our bikes
and we ride through the park, chase the sun
god, that’s all i want, other than air
oxygen and financial freedom, yeah
i want your company, i need your company
i want you to want from me
i can’t maneuver without you next to me

[bridge: tyler, the creator & dr. tc]
(i hope you answer)
(ayo, i hope you answer)
just tell me something about yourself… (i hope you answer)
well, look, if, if you don’t talk, i mean, these sessions are going to go slower, so-

[verse 7: tyler, the creator & dr. tc]
this is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
some food for thought? this food for death, go ‘head and f-cking eat
my father’s dead, well, i don’t know, we’ll never f-cking meet
i cut my wrist and play piano ’cause i’m so depressed
somebody call the pastor, this b-st-rd is so possessed
this meeting just begun, n-gga, i’m satan’s son (i hope you answer)
my mother raised me, a single parent, so it’s apparent
that i got love for my mother, none of you other f-ckers
are much important, i’m getting angrier while recording
i’m feeling like the bulls, i’ve got a gang of wolves
odd future is children that’s f-cked up in they mental
simple, but probably not, f-ck em
if you had the chance to tell him something
what would you tell him?

- toasty digital

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