Tyler The Creator - Garbage Lyrics
[Verse 1]Hello, I’m a salesman sorta giantI sell molly and mary and other various itemsOne time one guy came to where I’m residingAnd I didn’t invite him, so instead tried to fight himI got violent, long story short he’s not breathingFor some reason I liked it and it was really excitingCouldn’t stop the addiction, and the irony isA couple junkies went missing and I know right where they’re hiding[Hook]Dope in the bag, pretty ***** on the sideI sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high[Verse 2]Task force poured into my fortressFound some lipstick, a couple corpses*****es was harmed and they couldn’t reach the alarmI’m ripping sockets out like I had *****ing problems with armsThey found a couple portraits on the porchBut they don’t check up under the floorIt’s bodies and hotties and we was raging I’m gauging a shottyHit so many *****es I was pimping like ScottyI’m a bull, red, piss me offLike that lipstick position when she kissed meSo I bit ‘em off, they was too soft, I’m a WolfAnd a designer mixing skin cotton leather and woolAnd most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woodsBaking cake cause it's good, I mean I would if I couldBut I like playing dress up and mix matchSorry I’mma ‘fess up, you aren’t getting your kids back[Hook][Bridge]What’s in my trunk?White, girlWhat’s in my trunk?White, girl[Outro]You need a warrant, officerYou could say I kill ‘em, if my product doesn’tCouple basement stairs where I drug them, downIt’s pretty disgusting, finger crush your faceI’ll leave you permanently blushing, bloodNosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven
