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Tyler, The Creator

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Destination remoteWe done been everywhereOnly thing we ain't traveled is time (Yo)The boy records smell like bleachI can travel where I wantI'm accustomed clearin' customsIt ain't custom, I don't comeFlee the bird to the truckI scroll every water to stewardessBorder control, that's some stupid shitStayin' at home, I hateRunaway love but I'm no LudacrisSippin' on mint tea, take my shoes offThen we take off then I snooze offUntil I land, know I'm four grandAnd I wake up, have to droop offGot my passport in my weak handI'ma cool off, get a sweet tanLoafers filled with beach sandWe climb 'til we find the peace signFuck all the checks and the calls, get a passportSee the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurtNiggas get bread and won't leave, shit is backwardsStart with your feet then a car then a airportGet our your bubble gumBlow up horizons, sunSled in the Alps or go tube in MissoulaOr tour in Japan or go scuba in CubaOr land in a borough, Gerard got the briocheCiabatta in Como, it matches my peacoatOversee the sea, all the things that you could seeLike them languages I speak, out in Paris for a weekTake my nephews out to Nice, they like "Who? " I'm like, "Oui", haLegendary (Find me)World-renownedGlobally recognizedCatch us if you can (Baby, you should find me)Are you keepin' up? (Find)Once in a lifetime (Baby, you should find me)This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collideSpeakin' matter-of-factly (Baby, you should find me)We're just light years ahead(You said that it was you I saw with another in my place)YeahEvery car retarded, the garage look like a loony binWhat coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (Ugh)I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UpnClutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (Ugh)Huh, took that Grammy home, couldn't lose againThe suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (Ugh)Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga, loop me inLike who that young, rich, handsome nigga with the gooey skin? (Ugh)Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him TAnd the bank, they call himwhen that wire clear like season three or somethin' (Ugh)Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it's Baudelaire Wolfie thoughThe felines name him Al for how long he eat the(Pussy) wait a minute (Ugh)Pink loafers scuff quickly, Fiat cost a buck sixtyI'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fuck with me (Ugh)Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury himOnly twenty-nine but I've been focused since thirty M (Ugh)WolfCall me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz)And like that (Uh) , we gone

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