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Sarah

Tyler, The Creator

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Sarah

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I like my girls skinny with brainsI like my hoodies fucked with LameI like my friends imaginary with no namesAnd I make music for the fuck of it, no fameAim, shoot, the gun of love, roundTried to find ammo but it's none around townSo I went Down South but I ended up NorthUptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porchAnd of course, my car's off courseYou're so white, my blinkers don't workI'm trying to let the force be with you, I get youMusic is my first, but I contemplate divorceYou make a nigga sing songs niceYou make a nigga's night turn dayAnd you make the flowers sing say turn green yellowIt sucks that I didn't get the chance to say helloI want to eat you out like jelloAnd mess with your body like the bass and the celloAnd tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no)Fuck (Shit) and another one, there goes another oneAnother love song about shitAnd I'll be rich if I get another dissAnd maybe Cupid won't missI like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with meBut she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O'sI want to tie her body up and throw her in my basementKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went(Tyler, what you doing?) Shut the fuck up, you going to fucking love me bitchOr I'm a fucking put this gun in your fucking headBut all I really want is a kiss on the cheekIn private, not public in the streetsAnd your cupcake how we eat and your toesCause I got a big fetish with the feetI just want somebody I can seeYou can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love meI'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for muchYour heart literally is what I do want for lunchNow this shit is turning to a habitI'm the burger king, I gotta have it my wayAnd truthfully girl you really make my dayI would probably kill myself if you told me you was gayAnd I can't even look the other wayYour aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractiveL-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 roleClimbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's goldAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, SarahHalf your body laying on my chestThe rest is in my stomach, that's including your breastAnd I'm a just take another guessNow you probably wishing that you would have said yesI crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been latelyShit, I don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luckBitch, you tried to play me like a dummyNow you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloodyAnd I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummyLooking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?What did you want from me? What did you want from me?

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