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letra de i killed you (test pressing version) - tyler, the creator

[intro: tyler, the creator]
your new hot comb go ’round and ’round (go)
your new blowout go ’round and ’round (pick it out)
the 360 waves go ’round and ’round (go)
the grease addin’ up, it go ’round and ’round

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
i gotta work, i gotta eat
if they see you on top of me, i gotta leave
b-tch, i k!lled you
your natural state is threatening
to the point that i point at myself and self-esteem
b-tch, i k!lled you
no findin’ out a couple knots was a map
we escapin’, them routes right on the scalp
b-tch, i k!lled you
takin’ you out, it’s not a game
feel ashamed, so we straightened you out without a doubt
b-tch, i k!lled you, you are so essential
how we used to pick you ’cause you was a symbol
berries and oils, your nature was so simple
but i guess the coils and kinks became an issue
therefore, b-tch, i k!lled you, jheris and mimis (mimis)
i burnt you, i cut you, i filled you up with chemis (chemis)
forced you to relax, you was thick, you was bb
couldn’t take the heat, so you gone when they see me now
yeah, b-tch, i k!lled you
aunties, grandmas, sisters, mamas, darker-skinneded women’s conscience
got you, b-tch, they k!lled you
uncles, daddies, brothers, sons cut by one, the sh-t begun early
b-tch, they k!lled you
mentally stuck, i couldn’t see, when you breathe (i couldn’t see)
thought i needed a cut, it f-cked me up (it f-cked me up)
b-tch, i k!lled you
we don’t got advantages, we don’t match they images
so it led to damages, ah, i had to k!ll you
i gotta work, i gotta eat
if they see you on top of me, then i’m at peace
b-tch, i k!lled you
you are my crown, without the grease, really fine
got the kinks in they mind they gotta ease
b-tch, i k!lled you
gravity defy, against the elements
call you fragile? i say you delicate
you the room, baby, they the motherf-ckin’ elephant
talkin’ ’bout my heritage
i could never k!ll you
[interlude: tyler, the creator]
(go away)
(pick it out)
(go, go)
comb that sh-t (go, pick it out)
you need to pick that sh-t out, b-tch (away, pick it out)
yeah, yeah (away, pick it out)

[verse 2: tyler, the creator]
trapped in the back, aw (where they at?)
type three, is it type four? (where they at?)
f-ck it, get down, this is my crown (where they at?)
you got kinks in your mind, boy (where they at?)

[outro: childish gambino]
(ooh, ooh)
dum, dum (ooh), dum, dum
dum, dum, dum, dum, dum (ooh)

- tyler the creator

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