Tyler, The Creator - Session Lyrics
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap***** your blog opinion and your feedbackMy self-respect I leave that, in the lost and foundWhere the black girls get their weaves backAwesome I achieve that minnie, blastin' "You're a jerk"In some *****in' yellow skinnies lookin' like a *****in' faggotBouncin' round the house tryna find an easy way to rape MinnieBet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny deadI like my girls smart, skinnyKinda poptart, when I bite into 'em redI'm a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapistI'm a fascist, ***** fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggotsMy hat is by GB, if you got a *****in' problemWith the future, you can get a death wish just like a tiba***** the biz apparent, Odd Future errantI'm watchin' the Berrics gettin' head from someone's parentBlind *****in' hate inside my heart, guaranteedThat I'm sharin' in the force with the cyclops starin'I'm flyin' on the beaver, you're a disbelieverSo don't ask for no mutha*****in' ride when you see usSwim right past you, the shitlist said that I'm nutty such cashewCause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumesPermanent brain damage similar to tattoosThe shit you can mention me if anybody ask youCare to juggle with the cash news?You didn't see me here if someone ask youI wanna feel her in every wayMary Jane keeps me high like every dayBong, vaporizer in the sack nowStuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trappedBuy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wrapsRoll it up and ensure that everything's fatShe ain't got time to try to relieve yaBut she'll get all in your head, SativaWe grind, these niggas asking for some promoWe sit back, observe, stacking hella box logosSquare circle jerks starting O.F. moshpitPreaching to the poets, I'm an O.F. prophetNo less profit, themed when we drop shitConvertible coupe, *****es scream when they tops splitIt's that crack, give you something to sellPut these *****es on lock down, something like jailThought she hot I swear, probably rougher than hellAin't she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is *****ing ChanelLight skinned women, all sex everythingThink we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everythingEverything that we call flight, living lifeThis is everything that we call hypeI'm everything that they call niceShe in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, rightIntimidated by niggas you can't beI'm a G, and this is something you can't seeTop ranked, number one my sonAnd she looking for them trees, baby we got someAnd stay focused on the women and you get less doneIt's ironic cause I always hear you talking about oneThem other niggas smoke, they ain't this highHow high? Nigga, higher than the kites they fly
