Tyler The Creator - Look Lyrics
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]It’s the *****ing general, Vans cut shortsNeck covered in colored emerald, the yellow by the blueLike I pissed inside your swimming pool, I’m Mr. Made-A-Bundle***** being rapper and lyrical, here’s a ticket to carnivalBarnacles, now I gotta bragBeemer drive right by you niggas like I was kinda fatWith a paint job thats flatter than Miley Cyrus assLudicrous niggas is hoping that rapper Tyler crashI see a victim, call the *****ing doctorsI’m starting to see symptoms, faggot getting sick again*****er get a syringe and a prayer from all your friendsThat are actors that do not have to pretend with me if they see bloodCuz, red and blue like what the *****’s popping?I’m the blackface of white America, a noose in my pocketEveryone’s dumb or either dead, so you do not have an optionSo I’m sorry Martian and activist I’m bout to tie knots withAnd ain’t no one gonna stop shit, I wanna find my popsLocking lips with a hot locksmith, find out I was adoptedBy chimps and a hippopotamus, Tyler’s a *****ing animalWhen he spit, he goes ape shit, so it technically makes sense[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]Nobody ever told me that I spill more than I drinkI didn’t know that, I didn’t know that I didn’t knowAllen meeting and greeting boy fickleCucumber turn pickle, nigga, nickel by my cellular sickleExchange phrases from heroin addicts pistol armsNiggas go to the drug dealer like bristol farm when it get it its goneSeated next to Chunky’s( hands fidget marmoset monkeys(This ain’t where I’m supposed to be at(How am I supposed to react when somebody here test my nervous(I’m clean and sober(and still got a lot on my mind that I’m getting over( only getting older(snow and slush is colder(Love don’t get you on the bus free rides are in the Rover(Where tear drops wet on my shoulder(Started hitting bars( whiskey style shit(You know a young nigga always finding new outlets(Mentally I’m just crowded,but shit I guess it’s time to change my outfit[Verse 3: Domo Genesis]Live from the gutter( young stunner( Trumps what you niggas blundered(I uppercut by the bundle( Nigga take a number(By my butter nNever let them suckers take me under(Cold like I hate the summer(? you ungrateful son of a *****(I gave less a ***** and I struck it rich, (suck my dick(Tell the world that I’m coming, don’t *****ing spit(Bump your lips(, guess you really ain’t sure who you *****ing with(You won’t find me on no office shit (I’m semi auto off this shitMy whole approach is arsonic no party be cautious with( my partners on some raunchy shit(You better use your conscious quick(I swear my whole demeanor all *****ed up(Shitting everywhere like I had a meal off the lunch truck(Dumb *****( come one one it and get your mug bucked(Love what? (No love for these hoes we only love lust(Inhale that marijuana until my lungs bust(Still out for blood when the suns up[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]***** what you talking ’bout, nigga, got a Tyler reputationJust from chalking out niggas and bagging ‘em upDickies baggy, sagging off my ass, abandoned the cuffsAnd Wang syndicates the color of the ambulance trucksBlunt got a nigga feeling like I’m standing on my headWolf pack back up out the shit, foaming at the mouthGot these *****es lip-locking, britches soggy on the couchTalking shit, bringing profit in and bodies in to countI told myself just to walk and let the rumours runBlue golf overalls, jump when them Goombas comeThis the *****ing sound of chickens coming home and roosting upThe rudest one, make a nigga take a nigga jewels and runHand full of cash, other hand full of homes to feedWho exactly am I supposed to please?And nigga, who the ***** you supposed to be? Four-five traffic blastingTyler pissy cause I’m action on his momma Rover seatHe lied to the substance, impair the judgementSticking to the script, thumb sticking to that pump gripWolf Gang nigga
