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letra de sarah (og) - tyler, the creator

[verse 1]
i like my girls skinny with brains
i like my hoodies f-cked with lame
i like my friends imaginary with no names
and i make music for the f-ck of it, no fame
aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
tried to find ammo but it’s none around town
so i went down south but i ended up north
uptown sitting on cloud 9’s white porch
and of course, my car’s off course
you’re so white, my blinkers don’t work
i’m trying to let the force be with you, i get you
music is my first, but i contemplate divorce (d-mn)
you make a n-gga sing songs nice
you make a n-gga’s night turn day
and you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
it sucks that i didn’t get the chance to say hеllo (hi)
i want to eat you out like jello
and mеss with your body like the bass and the cello
and tell your mom i said h-llo, you want to go to prom with–? (n-gga, h-ll no!)
f-ck (sh-t!) and another one, there goes another one
[chorus]
another love song about sh-t
and i’ll be rich if i get another diss
well maybe cupid won’t miss (blaow!)
another love song about sh-t
and i’ll be rich if i get another diss
well maybe cupid won’t miss (blaow!)

[bridge]
maybe? (no)
maybe? (i’m sorry)
maybe? (i got a date)
maybe? (where’s your dad?)

[verse 2]
i like her l-i-k-e, the only difference is she won’t f-ck with me
but she will f-ck with that vegetable with the hairs full of x’s and o’s
i want to tie her body up and throw her in my bas-m-nt
keep her there, so n0body can wonder where her face went

– tyler, what are you doing?
– shut the f-ck up!
– uh-umm…
– shut the f-ck- you gon’- you gon’ f-ckin’ love me b-tch
– uhh..
– or i’mma f-ckin’ put this gun in your f-ckin’ head
but all i really want is a kiss on the cheek
in private, not public in the streets
and your cupcake i would eat and your toes
cause i got a big fetish with the feet
i just want somebody i can see
you can be a gold digger, you ain’t got to love me
i’m serious (i love you) i don’t ask for much
your heart literally is what i do want for lunch (someone help me!)
now this sh-t is turning to a habit
i’m the burger king, i gotta have it my way
and truthfully girl you really make my day
i would probably k!ll myself if you told me you was g-y
and i can’t even look the other way
your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it’s attractive
l-o-l laughing, you’re a gold oscar and i’m just actin’
and i want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role
climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, b-tch it’s gold
and i was in loath, i would never get over you (help me! help me!), ever, sarah

[chorus]
another love song about sh-t
and i’ll be rich if i get another diss
well maybe cupid won’t miss (blaow!)
(maybe) another love song about sh-t
and i’ll be rich if i get another diss
well maybe cupid won’t miss (blaow!)
[skit]
you’re my lady, you taste so good (oh no!)
you’re my lady, be my lady (oh no!)
you’ll be with me forever (oh no, blaow!)
i love you, so much (oh no!)

[verse 3]
half your body laying on my chest
the rest is in my stomach, that’s including your breast
and i’ma just take another guess
now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
am i crazy? maybe
but f-cked up is how i been lately
sh-t, i don’t give a f-ck
your family looking for you, wish ’em good luck
b-tch, you tried to play me like a dummy
now you stuck up in my mothaf-ckin’ bas-m-nt all bl–dy
and i’m f-cking your dead body, your coochie all cummy
looking in your dead eyes, what the f-ck you want from me?
what did you want from me?
what did you want from me?

[outro]
(police!)
i gave you everything
(police!)
but, i guess i wasn’t the one
(this is the police! open the door!)
i don’t know, i don’t know
(open the godd-mn door! we have you surrounded, motherf-cker!)
(open up or we’ll barge right in!)
f-ck it! -gun cl!ck-
-gunshot- blaow!

- tyler the creator

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