Tyler, The Creator - Sarah Lyrics
I like my girls skinny with brainsI like my hoodies *****ed with laneI like my friends imaginary with no namesAnd I make music for the ***** 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 sittin' on Cloud 9's white porchAnd of course, my car's off courseYou're so white, my blinkers don't workI'm tryna 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 wanna eat you out like jelloAnd mess with your body like the base and the celloAnd tell your mom I said hello, you wanna go to prom? (Nigga hell no!)***** (Shit) and another one, and on 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 ***** with meBut she will ***** with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O'sI wanna tie her body up and throw her in my basementKeep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went(Tyler, what you doin'?) Shut the ***** upYou gon' *****in' love me *****But all I really want is a kiss on the cheekIn private, not public in the streetsAnd your cupcake I will eat and your toesCause I got a big ***** with the feetI just want somebody I can seeYou can be a gold digger, you ain't gotta love meI'm serious, I don't ask for muchYour heart literally is what I do want for lunchNow this shit is turnin' 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 laughin', you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'And I want your sin in my hole, and have our kids play supportin' roleClimbin' up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, ***** it's goldAnd I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, SarahAnother love song about shitAnd I'll be rich if I get another dissAnd maybe Cupid won't missHalf your body layin' on my chestThe rest is in my stomach, that's includin' your breastAnd I'mma just take another guessNow you probably wishin' that you woulda said yesAm I crazy? Maybe, but *****ed up is how I been latelyShit, I don't give a *****, your family lookin' for you, wish 'em good luck*****, you tried to play me like a dummyNow you stuck up in my mother*****in' basement all bloodyAnd I'm *****in' your dead body, your coochie all cummyLookin' in your dead eyes, what the ***** you want from me?What did you want from me? What did you want from me?
