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Chromakopia Album
by  Tyler, The Creator


Tyler, The Creator - Chromakopia Lyrics



  1. St. Chroma
  2. Rah Tah Tah
  3. Noid
  4. Darling, I
  5. Hey Jane
  6. I Killed You
  7. Judge Judy
  8. Sticky
  9. Take Your Mask Off
  10. Tomorrow
  11. Thought I Was Dead
  12. Like Him
  13. Balloon
  14. I Hope You Find Your Way Home

St. Chroma


[ Featuring Daniel Caesar ]

Chromakopia, Chromakopia, Chromakopia, Chromakopia (ooh)
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Chromako-
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Calm down, sit still, that's one mill' for each wheel
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Top down, big deal, how the f*ck he do that?
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What the f*ck I look like? Get the f*ck up out him way
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I do this where I'm from, on the planet where him stay
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Fifteen cash for that new Ford, I had guap since nineteen
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I popped out like a cha-ching, I think I'm a goddamn fiend
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Really ballin' in this bitch, I'm the hottest in this bitch
+
Give a f*ck about no bark, I'm chasing dogs up in this bitch
+
El Segundo, felt like colosseum
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P said I could do it too and boy did I believe him
+
I built a path to freedom 'cause them words that he said
+
"Give a f*ck about traditions, stop impressin' the dead," ah
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I'm gon' make it out, promise, I'm gon' make it out
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Mama, I'm gon' make it out, pussy, I'm gon' make it out
+
I ain't never had a doubt inside me
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And if I ever told you that I did, I f*ckin' lied
+
Can you feel the light?
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Can you feel the light inside? (That fire)
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Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)
+
Fire (fire), fire, fire (oh)
+
Woo, yeah, it's Chromakopia, Chromakopia
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English

Chromakopia, Chromakopia, Chromakopia, Chromakopia (ooh)
+
Chromako-
+
Calm down, sit still, that's one mill' for each wheel
+
Top down, big deal, how the f*ck he do that?
+
What the f*ck I look like? Get the f*ck up out him way
+
I do this where I'm from, on the planet where him stay
+
Fifteen cash for that new Ford, I had guap since nineteen
+
I popped out like a cha-ching, I think I'm a goddamn fiend
+
Really ballin' in this bitch, I'm the hottest in this bitch
+
Give a f*ck about no bark, I'm chasing dogs up in this bitch
+
El Segundo, felt like colosseum
+
P said I could do it too and boy did I believe him
+
I built a path to freedom 'cause them words that he said
+
"Give a f*ck about traditions, stop impressin' the dead," ah
+
I'm gon' make it out, promise, I'm gon' make it out
+
Mama, I'm gon' make it out, pussy, I'm gon' make it out
+
I ain't never had a doubt inside me
+
And if I ever told you that I did, I f*ckin' lied
+
Can you feel the light?
+
Can you feel the light inside? (That fire)
+
Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)
+
Fire (fire), fire, fire (oh)
+
Woo, yeah, it's Chromakopia, Chromakopia
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Writer: Tyler Gregory Okonma, Ashton Simmonds, Dean Wynton Josiah
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Rah Tah Tah


She ain't never met no one who talk like that
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And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back (yeah, uh)
+
Roll my windows up, darlin', roll them windows up
+
Biscuit-ass niggas wonder how I got my jiffy up
+
Crib so damn big, I need a diaper and a sippy cup (wah)
+
Someone tell Zendaya, she my favorite 'cause she hit me up
+
Ha-ha-ha-ha, when I double-park the LaF
+
That rah-tah-tah-tah, bitch, I'm steppin' on the gas (vyoom)
+
She ain't never met no one who talk like that (I don't really know)
+
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back, yeah (yeah, uh)
+
Wipe that silly grin (mmh), bitch, I'm really him (mmh)
+
You better put them palms together, bitch, I really sin (mmh)
+
No, me and crack don't share daddies, but we really twins (okay)
+
If she ain't got her shit together, she ain't gettin' in (okay)
+
You see the bed top bunker, the boy got thumpers
+
I'm a bonafide face seat, box muncher
+
She ain't never met no one who talk like that (I want that pussy)
+
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back, yeah
+
Never her in the Hamptons dick-ridin' in the white fit (nah)
+
Never raise a hand, the strap on 'em like a dyke bitch
+
This dark work like night shifts, I'm thunder, I light shit (pew)
+
I flood this, I flood that
+
I swim good, I'm Pisces (I'm a fish)
+
Hey, T, why you actin' hard? I'm like, "Baby, please"
+
"I ain't tough, I just thumbs up, like I'm scrollin' feed"
+
She ain't never met no one who talk like that (nigga, I'm pussy)
+
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back, yeah
+
Roll my windows up, darlin', roll them windows up
+
Never let them see the color model
+
Make 'em see the truck (don't tell them a thing)
+
F*ck it, f*ck your shimmy up, yeah, f*ck your shimmy up
+
Celebrate, it's your birthday, get your pennies up (uh)
+
Bitch, you bossin' up, now we really bossin' up
+
I could never ride no Hellcat, shit don't cost enough
+
Twenty thousand on it (vroom), hunnid thousand on it (uh)
+
Fifty thousand on it (mhm), a couple thousand on it (yeah)
+
You movin' sloppy if you get that sloppy where you sleep at
+
Never tell them niggas or those women where you breathe at (never)
+
If my exes spillin' tea about me, don't you drink that
+
And don't you call me brother, I just met you, you can keep that
+
With these type of views, it ain't no service on my two-way
+
So you don't have to call, I'm Usher Raymond on a Tuesday
+
With twenty thousand on me (mh), hunnid thousand on mr (uh)
+
Fifty thousand on me (mhm), a couple thousand on me
+
Brodie set a job, if you performin', he the camera man
+
They hoes went to Leuzinger, I skated to Hamilton
+
I had that S dome, was gettin' pressed and almost packed out (where you from, man?)
+
Me and Lionel Boyce in drama class, my boy can act now (mh)
+
It's really Odd Future, all them other niggas whacked out
+
The biggest out the city after Kenny, that's a fact now
+
She ain't never met no one who talk like that (bitch)
+
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back, yeah
+
Them niggas used to press me on a carrot-colored bus
+
I'm not with that shit, cuh, aight
+
That's why I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums
+
I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums
+
I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums
+
I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums, I'm-
+
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English

She ain't never met no one who talk like that
+
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back (yeah, uh)
+
Roll my windows up, darlin', roll them windows up
+
Biscuit-ass niggas wonder how I got my jiffy up
+
Crib so damn big, I need a diaper and a sippy cup (wah)
+
Someone tell Zendaya, she my favorite 'cause she hit me up
+
Ha-ha-ha-ha, when I double-park the LaF
+
That rah-tah-tah-tah, bitch, I'm steppin' on the gas (vyoom)
+
She ain't never met no one who talk like that (I don't really know)
+
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back, yeah (yeah, uh)
+
Wipe that silly grin (mmh), bitch, I'm really him (mmh)
+
You better put them palms together, bitch, I really sin (mmh)
+
No, me and crack don't share daddies, but we really twins (okay)
+
If she ain't got her shit together, she ain't gettin' in (okay)
+
You see the bed top bunker, the boy got thumpers
+
I'm a bonafide face seat, box muncher
+
She ain't never met no one who talk like that (I want that pussy)
+
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back, yeah
+
Never her in the Hamptons dick-ridin' in the white fit (nah)
+
Never raise a hand, the strap on 'em like a dyke bitch
+
This dark work like night shifts, I'm thunder, I light shit (pew)
+
I flood this, I flood that
+
I swim good, I'm Pisces (I'm a fish)
+
Hey, T, why you actin' hard? I'm like, "Baby, please"
+
"I ain't tough, I just thumbs up, like I'm scrollin' feed"
+
She ain't never met no one who talk like that (nigga, I'm pussy)
+
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back, yeah
+
Roll my windows up, darlin', roll them windows up
+
Never let them see the color model
+
Make 'em see the truck (don't tell them a thing)
+
F*ck it, f*ck your shimmy up, yeah, f*ck your shimmy up
+
Celebrate, it's your birthday, get your pennies up (uh)
+
Bitch, you bossin' up, now we really bossin' up
+
I could never ride no Hellcat, shit don't cost enough
+
Twenty thousand on it (vroom), hunnid thousand on it (uh)
+
Fifty thousand on it (mhm), a couple thousand on it (yeah)
+
You movin' sloppy if you get that sloppy where you sleep at
+
Never tell them niggas or those women where you breathe at (never)
+
If my exes spillin' tea about me, don't you drink that
+
And don't you call me brother, I just met you, you can keep that
+
With these type of views, it ain't no service on my two-way
+
So you don't have to call, I'm Usher Raymond on a Tuesday
+
With twenty thousand on me (mh), hunnid thousand on mr (uh)
+
Fifty thousand on me (mhm), a couple thousand on me
+
Brodie set a job, if you performin', he the camera man
+
They hoes went to Leuzinger, I skated to Hamilton
+
I had that S dome, was gettin' pressed and almost packed out (where you from, man?)
+
Me and Lionel Boyce in drama class, my boy can act now (mh)
+
It's really Odd Future, all them other niggas whacked out
+
The biggest out the city after Kenny, that's a fact now
+
She ain't never met no one who talk like that (bitch)
+
And if you hang up on a nigga, bitch, I call right back, yeah
+
Them niggas used to press me on a carrot-colored bus
+
I'm not with that shit, cuh, aight
+
That's why I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums
+
I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums
+
I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums
+
I'm paranoid now 'cause niggas weird and really bums, I'm-
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Noid



[ Featuring WILLOW, Paul Ngozi ]

[Part I]
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[Tyler, The Creator & WILLOW]
+
Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid (Ayy)
+
Things feel out of order
+
Look and look around, I'm not sure of
+
Pair of paranoia, no (Such a—)
+
I can feel it in my aura (Woo)
+
Living between cameras and recorders, ah, yeah (Woo, woo)
+
I want peace but can't afford ya, no (Such a—)
+
[Paul Ngozi & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Pobwela panyumba panga, uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu (Paranoid)
+
Chifukwa, ine sinifuna vokamba, kamba
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Vokamba kamba vileta pa mulomo
+
(Wotangozi, wotangozi)
+
[WILLOW & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Ooh, ah ('Round and 'round, huh, yeah)
+
Ooh, ah ('Round, 'round)
+
Ooh, ah (Someone's keeping watch, I feel them on my shoulder)
+
Ooh, ah (Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' 'round) (Such a—)
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
I can't even buy a home in private
+
Home invasions got my brothers dyin'
+
Notice every car that's drivin' by
+
I think my neighbors want me dead
+
I got a cannon underneath the bed
+
Triple checkin' if I locked the door
+
I know every creak that's in the floor
+
Motherf*cker, I am paranoid, I (Such a—)
+
Loop around the block, eyes glued to the rearview
+
Rather double back than regret hearin', "Pew, pew"
+
Never trust a bitch, if you good, they could trap you
+
So just strap it up 'fore they f*ck around and strap you, bitch
+
[Paul Ngozi & WILLOW]
+
Pobwela panyumba panga, uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu (Noid)
+
Chifukwa, ine sinifuna vokamba, kamba (Noid)
+
Vokamba kamba vileta pa mulomo
+
(Wotangozi, wotangozi)
+
[WILLOW & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Shadow, oh-oh
+
Shadow, oh-oh (Yeah, woo)
+
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch) Oh-oh
+
(I feel them in my shadow)
+
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch) Oh-oh
+
(Watchin', watchin')
+
(Such a—)
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Someone's keeping watch
+
I can feel it, I can feel it
+
I can feel it, I can feel it
+
[Part II]
+
[Interlude]
+
Don't trust these people out here
+
Please, whatever you do
+
Keep to yourself, keep your business to yourself
+
Don't even trust these motherf*ckin' accountants
+
'Cause they will try to get off on you, okay?
+
Please, because I don't wanna have to f*ck nobody up
+
I promise to God
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Don't it seem so good? Ooh, ooh (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Don't it feel so good? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
(Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Don't it feel so good? (Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look, ooh) (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder (Watch your surroundings), left shoulder, look, ooh (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Who's at my window? Na-na, who's at my window? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Who's at my window? (Okay, okay, okay—yeah), who's at my window? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
No cameras out, please, I wanna eat in peace (Paranoid)
+
I don't wanna take pictures with you niggas or bitches
+
Nervous system is shook, way before nineteen (Paranoid, yeah)
+
LA'll do that to you, where you from, nigga? Who ya?
+
Satellites (Satellite), screenshots (Noid)
+
Paparazzi (Noid), NDAs (Noid)
+
Privacy? Huh, yeah right, I got a better shot in the NBA
+
Ain't no respect for nothin', voice recordin' our discussions
+
Her, him, they, them, or anybody, I don't trust 'em at—
+
At all (Noid), some pray for my fall (Noid)
+
Hearin' clicks on the calls (Noid)
+
Niggas hackin' for some rough drafts
+
Bitches lookin' for a buff bag
+
Risk that for some jaw, nah
+
You sing along, but you don't know me, nigga
+
Nah, never ever, not at all, y'all
+
Niggas crossed the line, like f*ck the stop sign (Noid)
+
They wanna know where I close my eyes at, I keep my eyes wide
+
On God, this shit cooked, brodie
+
Look, brodie (Noid), handshakes got me shooked, brodie
+
Niggas want info about me? (Read a motherf*ckin'—)
+
Read a book on me, ugh
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Leave me alone, leave me alone (Baby, I'm paranoid)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Don't it feel so good?)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Ugh)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look
+
(F*ck you want? Don't it feel so good?)
+
Leave me alone, what you want?
+
Leave me alone, what you want?
+
Leave me alone (Who's at my window, my window?)
+
F*ck, damn (Who's at my window?)
+
Paranoid
+
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[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[Part I]
+
[Tyler, The Creator & WILLOW]
+
Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid (Ayy)
+
Things feel out of order
+
Look and look around, I'm not sure of
+
Pair of paranoia, no (Such a—)
+
I can feel it in my aura (Woo)
+
Living between cameras and recorders, ah, yeah (Woo, woo)
+
I want peace but can't afford ya, no (Such a—)
+
[Paul Ngozi & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Come back to my house, you need to greet with respect (Paranoid)
+
Because, I don't want to talk, because
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Talking brings trouble to the mouth
+
(Witless, witless)
+
[WILLOW & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Ooh, ah ('Round and 'round, huh, yeah)
+
Ooh, ah ('Round, 'round)
+
Ooh, ah (Someone's keeping watch, I feel them on my shoulder)
+
Ooh, ah (Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' 'round) (Such a—)
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
I can't even buy a home in private
+
Home invasions got my brothers dyin'
+
Notice every car that's drivin' by
+
I think my neighbors want me dead
+
I got a cannon underneath the bed
+
Triple checkin' if I locked the door
+
I know every creak that's in the floor
+
Motherf*cker, I am paranoid, I (Such a—)
+
Loop around the block, eyes glued to the rearview
+
Rather double back than regret hearin', "Pew, pew"
+
Never trust a bitch, if you good, they could trap you
+
So just strap it up 'fore they f*ck around and strap you, bitch
+
[Paul Ngozi & WILLOW]
+
Come back to my house, you need to greet with respect (Paranoid)
+
Because, I don't want to talk, because
+
Talking brings trouble to the mouth
+
(Witless, witless)
+
[WILLOW & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Shadow, oh-oh
+
Shadow, oh-oh (Yeah, woo)
+
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch) Oh-oh
+
(I feel them in my shadow)
+
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch) Oh-oh
+
(Watchin', watchin')
+
(Such a—)
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Someone's keeping watch
+
I can feel it, I can feel it
+
I can feel it, I can feel it
+
[Part II]
+
[Interlude]
+
Don't trust these people out here
+
Please, whatever you do
+
Keep to yourself, keep your business to yourself
+
Don't even trust these motherf*ckin' accountants
+
'Cause they will try to get off on you, okay?
+
Please, because I don't wanna have to f*ck nobody up
+
I promise to God
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Don't it seem so good? Ooh, ooh (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Don't it feel so good? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
(Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Don't it feel so good? (Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look, ooh) (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder (Watch your surroundings), left shoulder, look, ooh (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Who's at my window? Na-na, who's at my window? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Who's at my window? (Okay, okay, okay—yeah), who's at my window? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
No cameras out, please, I wanna eat in peace (Paranoid)
+
I don't wanna take pictures with you niggas or bitches
+
Nervous system is shook, way before nineteen (Paranoid, yeah)
+
LA'll do that to you, where you from, nigga? Who ya?
+
Satellites (Satellite), screenshots (Noid)
+
Paparazzi (Noid), NDAs (Noid)
+
Privacy? Huh, yeah right, I got a better shot in the NBA
+
Ain't no respect for nothin', voice recordin' our discussions
+
Her, him, they, them, or anybody, I don't trust 'em at—
+
At all (Noid), some pray for my fall (Noid)
+
Hearin' clicks on the calls (Noid)
+
Niggas hackin' for some rough drafts
+
Bitches lookin' for a buff bag
+
Risk that for some jaw, nah
+
You sing along, but you don't know me, nigga
+
Nah, never ever, not at all, y'all
+
Niggas crossed the line, like f*ck the stop sign (Noid)
+
They wanna know where I close my eyes at, I keep my eyes wide
+
On God, this shit cooked, brodie
+
Look, brodie (Noid), handshakes got me shooked, brodie
+
Niggas want info about me? (Read a motherf*ckin'—)
+
Read a book on me, ugh
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Leave me alone, leave me alone (Baby, I'm paranoid)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Don't it feel so good?)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Ugh)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look
+
(F*ck you want? Don't it feel so good?)
+
Leave me alone, what you want?
+
Leave me alone, what you want?
+
Leave me alone (Who's at my window, my window?)
+
F*ck, damn (Who's at my window?)
+
Paranoid
+
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We currently do not have these lyrics in Chichewa. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.

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Chichewa

[Part I]
+
[Tyler, The Creator & WILLOW]
+
Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid (Ayy)
+
Things feel out of order
+
Look and look around, I'm not sure of
+
Pair of paranoia, no (Such a—)
+
I can feel it in my aura (Woo)
+
Living between cameras and recorders, ah, yeah (Woo, woo)
+
I want peace but can't afford ya, no (Such a—)
+
[Paul Ngozi & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Pobwela panyumba panga, uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu (Paranoid)
+
Chifukwa, ine sinifuna vokamba, kamba
+
Vokamba kamba vileta pa mulomo
+
(Wotangozi, wotangozi)
+
[WILLOW & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Ooh, ah ('Round and 'round, huh, yeah)
+
Ooh, ah ('Round, 'round)
+
Ooh, ah (Someone's keeping watch, I feel them on my shoulder)
+
Ooh, ah (Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' 'round) (Such a—)
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
I can't even buy a home in private
+
Home invasions got my brothers dyin'
+
Notice every car that's drivin' by
+
I think my neighbors want me dead
+
I got a cannon underneath the bed
+
Triple checkin' if I locked the door
+
I know every creak that's in the floor
+
Motherf*cker, I am paranoid, I (Such a—)
+
Loop around the block, eyes glued to the rearview
+
Rather double back than regret hearin', "Pew, pew"
+
Never trust a bitch, if you good, they could trap you
+
So just strap it up 'fore they f*ck around and strap you, bitch
+
[Paul Ngozi & WILLOW]
+
Pobwela panyumba panga, uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu (Noid)
+
Chifukwa, ine sinifuna vokamba, kamba (Noid)
+
Vokamba kamba vileta pa mulomo
+
(Wotangozi, wotangozi)
+
[WILLOW & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Shadow, oh-oh
+
Shadow, oh-oh (Yeah, woo)
+
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch) Oh-oh
+
(I feel them in my shadow)
+
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch) Oh-oh
+
(Watchin', watchin')
+
(Such a—)
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Someone's keeping watch
+
I can feel it, I can feel it
+
I can feel it, I can feel it
+
[Part II]
+
[Interlude]
+
Don't trust these people out here
+
Please, whatever you do
+
Keep to yourself, keep your business to yourself
+
Don't even trust these motherf*ckin' accountants
+
'Cause they will try to get off on you, okay?
+
Please, because I don't wanna have to f*ck nobody up
+
I promise to God
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Don't it seem so good? Ooh, ooh (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Don't it feel so good? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
(Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Don't it feel so good? (Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look, ooh) (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder (Watch your surroundings), left shoulder, look, ooh (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Who's at my window? Na-na, who's at my window? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Who's at my window? (Okay, okay, okay—yeah), who's at my window? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
No cameras out, please, I wanna eat in peace (Paranoid)
+
I don't wanna take pictures with you niggas or bitches
+
Nervous system is shook, way before nineteen (Paranoid, yeah)
+
LA'll do that to you, where you from, nigga? Who ya?
+
Satellites (Satellite), screenshots (Noid)
+
Paparazzi (Noid), NDAs (Noid)
+
Privacy? Huh, yeah right, I got a better shot in the NBA
+
Ain't no respect for nothin', voice recordin' our discussions
+
Her, him, they, them, or anybody, I don't trust 'em at—
+
At all (Noid), some pray for my fall (Noid)
+
Hearin' clicks on the calls (Noid)
+
Niggas hackin' for some rough drafts
+
Bitches lookin' for a buff bag
+
Risk that for some jaw, nah
+
You sing along, but you don't know me, nigga
+
Nah, never ever, not at all, y'all
+
Niggas crossed the line, like f*ck the stop sign (Noid)
+
They wanna know where I close my eyes at, I keep my eyes wide
+
On God, this shit cooked, brodie
+
Look, brodie (Noid), handshakes got me shooked, brodie
+
Niggas want info about me? (Read a motherf*ckin'—)
+
Read a book on me, ugh
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Leave me alone, leave me alone (Baby, I'm paranoid)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Don't it feel so good?)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Ugh)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look
+
(F*ck you want? Don't it feel so good?)
+
Leave me alone, what you want?
+
Leave me alone, what you want?
+
Leave me alone (Who's at my window, my window?)
+
F*ck, damn (Who's at my window?)
+
Paranoid
+
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English

[Part I]
+
[Tyler, The Creator & WILLOW]
+
Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid (Ayy)
+
Things feel out of order
+
Look and look around, I'm not sure of
+
Pair of paranoia, no (Such a—)
+
I can feel it in my aura (Woo)
+
Living between cameras and recorders, ah, yeah (Woo, woo)
+
I want peace but can't afford ya, no (Such a—)
+
[Paul Ngozi & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Come back to my house, you need to greet with respect (Paranoid)
+
Because, I don't want to talk, because
+
Talking brings trouble to the mouth
+
(Witless, witless)
+
[WILLOW & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Ooh, ah ('Round and 'round, huh, yeah)
+
Ooh, ah ('Round, 'round)
+
Ooh, ah (Someone's keeping watch, I feel them on my shoulder)
+
Ooh, ah (Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' 'round) (Such a—)
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
I can't even buy a home in private
+
Home invasions got my brothers dyin'
+
Notice every car that's drivin' by
+
I think my neighbors want me dead
+
I got a cannon underneath the bed
+
Triple checkin' if I locked the door
+
I know every creak that's in the floor
+
Motherf*cker, I am paranoid, I (Such a—)
+
Loop around the block, eyes glued to the rearview
+
Rather double back than regret hearin', "Pew, pew"
+
Never trust a bitch, if you good, they could trap you
+
So just strap it up 'fore they f*ck around and strap you, bitch
+
[Paul Ngozi & WILLOW]
+
Come back to my house, you need to greet with respect (Paranoid)
+
Because, I don't want to talk, because
+
Talking brings trouble to the mouth
+
(Witless, witless)
+
[WILLOW & Tyler, The Creator]
+
Shadow, oh-oh
+
Shadow, oh-oh (Yeah, woo)
+
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch) Oh-oh
+
(I feel them in my shadow)
+
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch) Oh-oh
+
(Watchin', watchin')
+
(Such a—)
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Someone's keeping watch
+
I can feel it, I can feel it
+
I can feel it, I can feel it
+
[Part II]
+
[Interlude]
+
Don't trust these people out here
+
Please, whatever you do
+
Keep to yourself, keep your business to yourself
+
Don't even trust these motherf*ckin' accountants
+
'Cause they will try to get off on you, okay?
+
Please, because I don't wanna have to f*ck nobody up
+
I promise to God
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Don't it seem so good? Ooh, ooh (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Don't it feel so good? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
(Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Don't it feel so good? (Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look, ooh) (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder (Watch your surroundings), left shoulder, look, ooh (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Who's at my window? Na-na, who's at my window? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
Who's at my window? (Okay, okay, okay—yeah), who's at my window? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
+
No cameras out, please, I wanna eat in peace (Paranoid)
+
I don't wanna take pictures with you niggas or bitches
+
Nervous system is shook, way before nineteen (Paranoid, yeah)
+
LA'll do that to you, where you from, nigga? Who ya?
+
Satellites (Satellite), screenshots (Noid)
+
Paparazzi (Noid), NDAs (Noid)
+
Privacy? Huh, yeah right, I got a better shot in the NBA
+
Ain't no respect for nothin', voice recordin' our discussions
+
Her, him, they, them, or anybody, I don't trust 'em at—
+
At all (Noid), some pray for my fall (Noid)
+
Hearin' clicks on the calls (Noid)
+
Niggas hackin' for some rough drafts
+
Bitches lookin' for a buff bag
+
Risk that for some jaw, nah
+
You sing along, but you don't know me, nigga
+
Nah, never ever, not at all, y'all
+
Niggas crossed the line, like f*ck the stop sign (Noid)
+
They wanna know where I close my eyes at, I keep my eyes wide
+
On God, this shit cooked, brodie
+
Look, brodie (Noid), handshakes got me shooked, brodie
+
Niggas want info about me? (Read a motherf*ckin'—)
+
Read a book on me, ugh
+
[Tyler, The Creator]
+
Leave me alone, leave me alone (Baby, I'm paranoid)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Don't it feel so good?)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Ugh)
+
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look
+
(F*ck you want? Don't it feel so good?)
+
Leave me alone, what you want?
+
Leave me alone, what you want?
+
Leave me alone (Who's at my window, my window?)
+
F*ck, damn (Who's at my window?)
+
Paranoid
+
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Writer: Paul Dobson Nyirongo, Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Darling, I


[ Featuring Teezo Touchdown ]

And whatever you do
+
Don't ever tell no bitch you love her
+
If you don't mean it, don't tell it (check)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da-da, da, keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da, na-na-na
+
Forever's too long (c'mon)
+
Ooh, I got a problem, I don't know if I can shake
+
Oh, they wanna tie me down like bonnets, just might break
+
I can't sign the dotted line
+
Just how long is forever?
+
(It's too long)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love, falling in love)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da-da, da, keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da, na-na-na
+
Forever's too long (yeah, let that fire, check it, yo)
+
I drive my Beamer in the summer when I'm ready to drift
+
Laferrari ain't no better, and it's pretty as shit
+
I feel safe in the Rolls, big boy when I drive
+
Love 'em all for different reasons at the same damn time (darling, I)
+
See, monogamy, that shit is not for me (nah)
+
One option for everybody, don't you lie to me (darling, I)
+
Too many boos, I'm too curious to try to be
+
Hidin' things, feelin' shame put inside of me
+
'Cause honestly, psh, T is not perfect
+
So how can I get everything from one person?
+
I'm at the altar but I'm still searchin'
+
I'm only human, if it ain't work, things change
+
And let me stay the same, I believe
+
Hmm, maybe letting go is a beautiful thing
+
Perfect for the time being, I ain't do nothin' wrong
+
Life is short, but forever is so goddamn long
+
I like a long time, I'm on my own time
+
I love this girl though (yeah), I hit the goldmine (uh-huh)
+
I am thinkin' new crib, I'm thinkin' two kids
+
Until I get infatuated with a new bitch
+
But when that grey hair finally come (uh-huh)
+
At least I felt somethin' if I ain't find the one (yeah)
+
Nobody can fulfill me like this music shit does
+
So I'll be lonely with these Grammys when it's all said and done, c'mon (oh)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love, baby, I)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da-da, da, keep (keep falling in love)
+
(Darling, I)
+
Forever's too long
+
Keep falling in love
+
Yeah, baby
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling (darling, I)
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling (I)
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling
+
Come and catch me please (yeah, baby)
+
Everybody's different, you know?
+
But it's not just sex
+
I get different things from different people
+
And I want you to explore it too (uh)
+
Have those moments and experiences (uh)
+
I don't own you (da-da-da-da-da)
+
It's not fair to just be stuck with me
+
Darling (darling)
+
Keep falling in love (darling)
+
Darling
+
I keep
+
Keep falling in love (darling)
+
Ba-ba-bye, ba-ba-ba-bye (I'm falling, I'm falling)
+
Da, na-na-na
+
(Da-da-da-da-da) ooh, baby
+
Keep falling (keep falling down
+
Keep falling (darling, I)
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling (I)
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling
+
Come and catch me please (yeah, baby)
+
Forever
+
Keep falling (oh, it's far, far, too long)
+
Keep falling (forever)
+
Keep falling (oh, it's far, far, is too long)
+
Keep falling (forever)
+
Keep falling (oh, it's far, far, is too long)
+
Transparency is key, be honest
+
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English

And whatever you do
+
Don't ever tell no bitch you love her
+
If you don't mean it, don't tell it (check)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da-da, da, keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da, na-na-na
+
Forever's too long (c'mon)
+
Ooh, I got a problem, I don't know if I can shake
+
Oh, they wanna tie me down like bonnets, just might break
+
I can't sign the dotted line
+
Just how long is forever?
+
(It's too long)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love, falling in love)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da-da, da, keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da, na-na-na
+
Forever's too long (yeah, let that fire, check it, yo)
+
I drive my Beamer in the summer when I'm ready to drift
+
Laferrari ain't no better, and it's pretty as shit
+
I feel safe in the Rolls, big boy when I drive
+
Love 'em all for different reasons at the same damn time (darling, I)
+
See, monogamy, that shit is not for me (nah)
+
One option for everybody, don't you lie to me (darling, I)
+
Too many boos, I'm too curious to try to be
+
Hidin' things, feelin' shame put inside of me
+
'Cause honestly, psh, T is not perfect
+
So how can I get everything from one person?
+
I'm at the altar but I'm still searchin'
+
I'm only human, if it ain't work, things change
+
And let me stay the same, I believe
+
Hmm, maybe letting go is a beautiful thing
+
Perfect for the time being, I ain't do nothin' wrong
+
Life is short, but forever is so goddamn long
+
I like a long time, I'm on my own time
+
I love this girl though (yeah), I hit the goldmine (uh-huh)
+
I am thinkin' new crib, I'm thinkin' two kids
+
Until I get infatuated with a new bitch
+
But when that grey hair finally come (uh-huh)
+
At least I felt somethin' if I ain't find the one (yeah)
+
Nobody can fulfill me like this music shit does
+
So I'll be lonely with these Grammys when it's all said and done, c'mon (oh)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love, baby, I)
+
Darling, I keep (keep falling in love)
+
Da-da, da, keep (keep falling in love)
+
(Darling, I)
+
Forever's too long
+
Keep falling in love
+
Yeah, baby
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling (darling, I)
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling (I)
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling
+
Come and catch me please (yeah, baby)
+
Everybody's different, you know?
+
But it's not just sex
+
I get different things from different people
+
And I want you to explore it too (uh)
+
Have those moments and experiences (uh)
+
I don't own you (da-da-da-da-da)
+
It's not fair to just be stuck with me
+
Darling (darling)
+
Keep falling in love (darling)
+
Darling
+
I keep
+
Keep falling in love (darling)
+
Ba-ba-bye, ba-ba-ba-bye (I'm falling, I'm falling)
+
Da, na-na-na
+
(Da-da-da-da-da) ooh, baby
+
Keep falling (keep falling down
+
Keep falling (darling, I)
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling (I)
+
Keep falling (keep falling down)
+
Keep falling
+
Come and catch me please (yeah, baby)
+
Forever
+
Keep falling (oh, it's far, far, too long)
+
Keep falling (forever)
+
Keep falling (oh, it's far, far, is too long)
+
Keep falling (forever)
+
Keep falling (oh, it's far, far, is too long)
+
Transparency is key, be honest
+
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Writer: Barry White, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Hey Jane


Always, always, always wear a condom
+
Don't trust a-
+
Hey Jane, we got the news and I ain't know what to do
+
I didn't panic, I was comfortin' you
+
Still in shock but, damn, the late response, is this really true?
+
If it was bound to happen to me, I'm lucky it's you
+
Hey Jane, your hair long and your legs long
+
And we can both relate to the fact that our dads gone
+
Couple good qualities on you, you can pass on
+
You're not dumb, and your face good, and you're headstrong, look
+
Hey Jane, I know my mom'll be excited as hell
+
I know your mom will be excited as well
+
But people talk, so let's pretend we ain't got no one to tell
+
I know our exes wanna see us in Hell, this ain't about them, no
+
This ain't about kinfolk, this our decision with a small window
+
I wanna jump out, but if you wanna stay in the room, I can not bug out
+
Time blockin' the driveway, I can not pull out, nah, I didn't pull out
+
Wow, I'm disappointed in me, this ain't like me
+
How could I be reckless? This ain't my lifestyle
+
Never had no scare in my life 'til now
+
Ain't in the space to raise no goddamn child
+
Hey Jane, I'm terrified, petrified
+
I don't wanna give my freedom up or sanitize it (nah)
+
This my fault, the results are justified
+
I f*cked up, I'm stressed out, I'm dead inside
+
But, hey Jane, who am I to come bitch and complain? (Bitch and complain)
+
You gotta deal with all the mental and physical change (yeah)
+
All the heaviest emotions and the physical pain (come on)
+
Just to give the kid the man last name? F*ck that (that's dumb as f*ck)
+
Our resumes unmet, the bus stopped at light
+
We ain't make it to love yet
+
Took a shortcut to forever, I'm upset (f*ck)
+
'Cause we was in the back, no strings with our tongues wet
+
We haven't boat tripped, we haven't argued
+
We still learnin' each other, I don't know all you
+
And you don't know all me, how am I to live with
+
That is not a good foundation to have kids with
+
Or maybe it is, maybe it's not, just not yet
+
Maybe this a blessing in disguise, not a regret
+
Look, Jane, it's your choice at the end of the day
+
Just know I support either way, no pressure
+
(No pressure)
+
Hey T, we got the news and I forgot how to breathe
+
In a panic, you was comfortin' me
+
Damn, what do we do? What are the odds? Is this really true?
+
If it was bound to happen to me, I'm lucky it's you
+
Hey T, your legs long and your waist thin
+
And we can both relate to the fact we got great skin
+
You're not dumb and your energy is a good mood
+
A lil' weird, but overall you's a good dude, huh
+
Hey T, how would you feel if we kept it a secret?
+
It's a voice inside me begging me to keep it
+
I'm thirty-five and my ovaries might not reset
+
I don't wanna live my whole life feelin' regret
+
Damn, a feeling you can never understand (I can't)
+
You just hope to God I get my period again
+
I was twenty-four and-
+
Look, I don't wanna go through that experience again
+
Hey T, things happen, no one is wrong (it was an accident)
+
But I don't need to stress, I can do this alone
+
My mom did it, your mom did it, this ain't a pride thing
+
This a more "I prefer to have peace of mind" thing
+
I got my own bread, I don't need you to buy things
+
'Cause my needs don't include your money and status
+
I can move back to London and avoid any static
+
Between us, no need to make it hard like a callus
+
It's too much on your palette, this is really traumatic for me
+
I can raise it by myself, I'm dramatic, you see
+
Pushing people out my life is a habit, I see
+
Can you crack a window so I can breathe? (Yeah)
+
Hey T, I'm scared too (I am too)
+
It was so hard for me to tell you, to tell truth
+
I ain't wanna tell me, I look in the mirror, like, "Damn, I failed me"
+
I'm scared to tell my momma, scared to tell my bitches
+
Scared of all the people who don't know what's in our business
+
Scared of all they advice, and my intuitions
+
Scared of not knowin', but too scared to make decisions
+
I said I wouldn't do this again
+
It's a lose if I lose lil' bruh in the end
+
And it's a lose-lose if I lose you as a friend
+
I been losin' myself, it ain't no one to defend me
+
I got a mini version of myself livin' in me
+
You pullin' out your hair, I walk around in a frenzy
+
I'm feelin' the resentment any time you get near me
+
My body has a clock and I don't know where the end be
+
Emotions throwin' around like a frisbee
+
My titties gettin' bigger and I'm cravin' a ten-piece
+
T, no matter the decision of day
+
I just want us to be cool either way
+
No pressure
+
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English

Always, always, always wear a condom
+
Don't trust a-
+
Hey Jane, we got the news and I ain't know what to do
+
I didn't panic, I was comfortin' you
+
Still in shock but, damn, the late response, is this really true?
+
If it was bound to happen to me, I'm lucky it's you
+
Hey Jane, your hair long and your legs long
+
And we can both relate to the fact that our dads gone
+
Couple good qualities on you, you can pass on
+
You're not dumb, and your face good, and you're headstrong, look
+
Hey Jane, I know my mom'll be excited as hell
+
I know your mom will be excited as well
+
But people talk, so let's pretend we ain't got no one to tell
+
I know our exes wanna see us in Hell, this ain't about them, no
+
This ain't about kinfolk, this our decision with a small window
+
I wanna jump out, but if you wanna stay in the room, I can not bug out
+
Time blockin' the driveway, I can not pull out, nah, I didn't pull out
+
Wow, I'm disappointed in me, this ain't like me
+
How could I be reckless? This ain't my lifestyle
+
Never had no scare in my life 'til now
+
Ain't in the space to raise no goddamn child
+
Hey Jane, I'm terrified, petrified
+
I don't wanna give my freedom up or sanitize it (nah)
+
This my fault, the results are justified
+
I f*cked up, I'm stressed out, I'm dead inside
+
But, hey Jane, who am I to come bitch and complain? (Bitch and complain)
+
You gotta deal with all the mental and physical change (yeah)
+
All the heaviest emotions and the physical pain (come on)
+
Just to give the kid the man last name? F*ck that (that's dumb as f*ck)
+
Our resumes unmet, the bus stopped at light
+
We ain't make it to love yet
+
Took a shortcut to forever, I'm upset (f*ck)
+
'Cause we was in the back, no strings with our tongues wet
+
We haven't boat tripped, we haven't argued
+
We still learnin' each other, I don't know all you
+
And you don't know all me, how am I to live with
+
That is not a good foundation to have kids with
+
Or maybe it is, maybe it's not, just not yet
+
Maybe this a blessing in disguise, not a regret
+
Look, Jane, it's your choice at the end of the day
+
Just know I support either way, no pressure
+
(No pressure)
+
Hey T, we got the news and I forgot how to breathe
+
In a panic, you was comfortin' me
+
Damn, what do we do? What are the odds? Is this really true?
+
If it was bound to happen to me, I'm lucky it's you
+
Hey T, your legs long and your waist thin
+
And we can both relate to the fact we got great skin
+
You're not dumb and your energy is a good mood
+
A lil' weird, but overall you's a good dude, huh
+
Hey T, how would you feel if we kept it a secret?
+
It's a voice inside me begging me to keep it
+
I'm thirty-five and my ovaries might not reset
+
I don't wanna live my whole life feelin' regret
+
Damn, a feeling you can never understand (I can't)
+
You just hope to God I get my period again
+
I was twenty-four and-
+
Look, I don't wanna go through that experience again
+
Hey T, things happen, no one is wrong (it was an accident)
+
But I don't need to stress, I can do this alone
+
My mom did it, your mom did it, this ain't a pride thing
+
This a more "I prefer to have peace of mind" thing
+
I got my own bread, I don't need you to buy things
+
'Cause my needs don't include your money and status
+
I can move back to London and avoid any static
+
Between us, no need to make it hard like a callus
+
It's too much on your palette, this is really traumatic for me
+
I can raise it by myself, I'm dramatic, you see
+
Pushing people out my life is a habit, I see
+
Can you crack a window so I can breathe? (Yeah)
+
Hey T, I'm scared too (I am too)
+
It was so hard for me to tell you, to tell truth
+
I ain't wanna tell me, I look in the mirror, like, "Damn, I failed me"
+
I'm scared to tell my momma, scared to tell my bitches
+
Scared of all the people who don't know what's in our business
+
Scared of all they advice, and my intuitions
+
Scared of not knowin', but too scared to make decisions
+
I said I wouldn't do this again
+
It's a lose if I lose lil' bruh in the end
+
And it's a lose-lose if I lose you as a friend
+
I been losin' myself, it ain't no one to defend me
+
I got a mini version of myself livin' in me
+
You pullin' out your hair, I walk around in a frenzy
+
I'm feelin' the resentment any time you get near me
+
My body has a clock and I don't know where the end be
+
Emotions throwin' around like a frisbee
+
My titties gettin' bigger and I'm cravin' a ten-piece
+
T, no matter the decision of day
+
I just want us to be cool either way
+
No pressure
+
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Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




I Killed You


Your new hot comb go 'round and 'round (go)
+
Your new blow out go 'round and 'round (give me that)
+
The three-six waves go 'round and 'round (go, go)
+
The grease addin' up, it go 'round and 'round
+
I gotta work, I gotta eat
+
If they see you on top of me
+
I gotta leave, bitch, I killed you
+
Your natural state is threatenin'
+
To the point that I'm pointin' myself
+
With self-esteem, bitch, I killed you
+
No findin' out, a couple knots was a map
+
We ain't escape in them routes
+
Right on the scalp, bitch, I killed you
+
Takin' you out, it's not a game
+
Full of shame 'til we straighten you out
+
Without a doubt, bitch, I killed you
+
You were so essential, how we used to pick you
+
'Cause you was a simple
+
Berries and oils, your nature was so simple
+
But I guess the coils and kinks became an issue
+
Therefore, bitch, I killed you
+
Jherries and Mimi, I burnt you, I cut you
+
I filled you up with Kimmy's
+
Forced you to relax
+
You was thick, you was bebe ('round and 'round)
+
Couldn't take the heat, so you go when they see me
+
Now, yeah, bitch, I killed you
+
Aunties, grandmas, sisters, mamas
+
Darker-skinneded women's conscious
+
Got you, bitch, they killed you
+
Uncles, daddies, brothers, sons
+
Cut by one, this shit begun early, bitch, I killed you
+
Mentally stuck, I couldn't see when you breathe (I couldn't see)
+
Thought I needed a cut, they f*ck me up, bitch, I killed you
+
We don't got advantages, we don't match the energy
+
So it led to damages, ah, to kill you
+
I gotta work, I gotta eat
+
If they see you on top of me
+
Then I'm at piece, bitch, I killed you
+
You want my crown without the grease, really fine ('round and 'round)
+
Got the kinks in they mind, they not a ease, bitch, I killed you
+
Gravity defied, this the element ('round, 'round and 'round)
+
Call you fragile, so you delicate ('round, 'round and 'round)
+
You the room, baby, they the motherf*cking elephant
+
Talkin' 'bout my heritage, I could never ki- (yeah)
+
Go away
+
Go, go
+
Comb that shit
+
You need to pick that shit out, bitch
+
Yeah, yeah
+
Trapped in the back, oh, yeah (where they at?)
+
Type three, is it type four? (Where they at?)
+
F*ck it, get down, this is my crown (where they at?)
+
You got kinks in your mind, boy (where they at?)
+
Just as beautiful
+
Just as beautiful
+
Just as beautiful (everything to you)
+
Just as beautiful
+
Just as beautiful
+
Ooh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
Ooh
+
Just as beautiful
+
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English

Your new hot comb go 'round and 'round (go)
+
Your new blow out go 'round and 'round (give me that)
+
The three-six waves go 'round and 'round (go, go)
+
The grease addin' up, it go 'round and 'round
+
I gotta work, I gotta eat
+
If they see you on top of me
+
I gotta leave, bitch, I killed you
+
Your natural state is threatenin'
+
To the point that I'm pointin' myself
+
With self-esteem, bitch, I killed you
+
No findin' out, a couple knots was a map
+
We ain't escape in them routes
+
Right on the scalp, bitch, I killed you
+
Takin' you out, it's not a game
+
Full of shame 'til we straighten you out
+
Without a doubt, bitch, I killed you
+
You were so essential, how we used to pick you
+
'Cause you was a simple
+
Berries and oils, your nature was so simple
+
But I guess the coils and kinks became an issue
+
Therefore, bitch, I killed you
+
Jherries and Mimi, I burnt you, I cut you
+
I filled you up with Kimmy's
+
Forced you to relax
+
You was thick, you was bebe ('round and 'round)
+
Couldn't take the heat, so you go when they see me
+
Now, yeah, bitch, I killed you
+
Aunties, grandmas, sisters, mamas
+
Darker-skinneded women's conscious
+
Got you, bitch, they killed you
+
Uncles, daddies, brothers, sons
+
Cut by one, this shit begun early, bitch, I killed you
+
Mentally stuck, I couldn't see when you breathe (I couldn't see)
+
Thought I needed a cut, they f*ck me up, bitch, I killed you
+
We don't got advantages, we don't match the energy
+
So it led to damages, ah, to kill you
+
I gotta work, I gotta eat
+
If they see you on top of me
+
Then I'm at piece, bitch, I killed you
+
You want my crown without the grease, really fine ('round and 'round)
+
Got the kinks in they mind, they not a ease, bitch, I killed you
+
Gravity defied, this the element ('round, 'round and 'round)
+
Call you fragile, so you delicate ('round, 'round and 'round)
+
You the room, baby, they the motherf*cking elephant
+
Talkin' 'bout my heritage, I could never ki- (yeah)
+
Go away
+
Go, go
+
Comb that shit
+
You need to pick that shit out, bitch
+
Yeah, yeah
+
Trapped in the back, oh, yeah (where they at?)
+
Type three, is it type four? (Where they at?)
+
F*ck it, get down, this is my crown (where they at?)
+
You got kinks in your mind, boy (where they at?)
+
Just as beautiful
+
Just as beautiful
+
Just as beautiful (everything to you)
+
Just as beautiful
+
Just as beautiful
+
Ooh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
Ooh
+
Just as beautiful
+
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Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Judge Judy


I met this girl named Judy at the café 'round my way
+
Her breasts were near her chest and she had curls that hit her face
+
Her legs were Eiffel Tower, I can tell her daddy black
+
Peanut butter jelly toasted in her lap
+
We chop and chop it up, I like her thoughts and time had flew
+
She said she had no plans and asked me what I'm 'bout to do
+
I stuffed us in the Phantom and wiggled through the streets
+
She said she'd never do this, but she think that I'm sweet
+
So I won't judge, Judy
+
No, I won't judge, Judy
+
We end up at my home
+
We dance around and make some sweets (we make some sweets)
+
We started swapping spit and then she got on top of me (she got on top of me)
+
I ask her what she into (you go first)
+
She told me lead the way (I'm into)
+
Body rubs, bondage, and creampies, we could play
+
Around in public, any comments now a fetish, I imagine
+
Thankful for massages, giving oral is my passion (yeah)
+
You could ride my face, I don't want nothing in return (wait)
+
Your body count and who you f*ck is not my concern
+
'Cause I don't judge, Judy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
(What's your fetish and what are you into?)
+
No, I don't judge, Judy
+
(Don't matter, you're safe here, I won't judge you now)
+
No, I don't judge, Judy (Judy, Judy, Judy)
+
(I-i'll try to hold you down and dick you down) no
+
No, I don't judge, Judy (Judy, Judy)
+
She's just like me
+
Me, oh, oh, yeah
+
I can't judge, Judy, Judy (no, no-no-no, no-no)
+
She like rope, hands around her throat
+
Couple guys'll make her feel alive (yeah, yeah, oh)
+
She had a free spirit, you know?
+
(Judy, Judy, Judy)
+
And she was great with women (Ju', Jud-Judy)
+
(Judy, Judy, Judy)
+
Exhibitionist (not gonna judge)
+
I'm a voyeur, so it worked out (oh, no, no)
+
Our frequencies matched
+
No pressure, just, just
+
She wrote me a letter
+
Sorry that I haven't been communicating much
+
This past year has been rough
+
It's spreaded to my head (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
I knew it when we met, if you're reading, it's too late
+
I'm on the other side, but I just wanna say
+
Thank you for the moments I could grab before I left
+
I hope you live your life, your truest self with no regrets
+
I wasn't living right until they told me what was left
+
I'm wishing you the best, P.S
+
Thank you for not judging, Judy
+
Damn
+
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I met this girl named Judy at the café 'round my way
+
Her breasts were near her chest and she had curls that hit her face
+
Her legs were Eiffel Tower, I can tell her daddy black
+
Peanut butter jelly toasted in her lap
+
We chop and chop it up, I like her thoughts and time had flew
+
She said she had no plans and asked me what I'm 'bout to do
+
I stuffed us in the Phantom and wiggled through the streets
+
She said she'd never do this, but she think that I'm sweet
+
So I won't judge, Judy
+
No, I won't judge, Judy
+
We end up at my home
+
We dance around and make some sweets (we make some sweets)
+
We started swapping spit and then she got on top of me (she got on top of me)
+
I ask her what she into (you go first)
+
She told me lead the way (I'm into)
+
Body rubs, bondage, and creampies, we could play
+
Around in public, any comments now a fetish, I imagine
+
Thankful for massages, giving oral is my passion (yeah)
+
You could ride my face, I don't want nothing in return (wait)
+
Your body count and who you f*ck is not my concern
+
'Cause I don't judge, Judy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
(What's your fetish and what are you into?)
+
No, I don't judge, Judy
+
(Don't matter, you're safe here, I won't judge you now)
+
No, I don't judge, Judy (Judy, Judy, Judy)
+
(I-i'll try to hold you down and dick you down) no
+
No, I don't judge, Judy (Judy, Judy)
+
She's just like me
+
Me, oh, oh, yeah
+
I can't judge, Judy, Judy (no, no-no-no, no-no)
+
She like rope, hands around her throat
+
Couple guys'll make her feel alive (yeah, yeah, oh)
+
She had a free spirit, you know?
+
(Judy, Judy, Judy)
+
And she was great with women (Ju', Jud-Judy)
+
(Judy, Judy, Judy)
+
Exhibitionist (not gonna judge)
+
I'm a voyeur, so it worked out (oh, no, no)
+
Our frequencies matched
+
No pressure, just, just
+
She wrote me a letter
+
Sorry that I haven't been communicating much
+
This past year has been rough
+
It's spreaded to my head (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
I knew it when we met, if you're reading, it's too late
+
I'm on the other side, but I just wanna say
+
Thank you for the moments I could grab before I left
+
I hope you live your life, your truest self with no regrets
+
I wasn't living right until they told me what was left
+
I'm wishing you the best, P.S
+
Thank you for not judging, Judy
+
Damn
+
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Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Sticky


[ Featuring GloRilla, Sexyy Red, Lil Wayne ]

Mh
+
Poppin' that shit, get you hit quick fast
+
Niggas poppin' off and niggas steppin' on the gas
+
Pop that shit like I'm poppin' some gum
+
Who the f*ck you talkin' to, ho? I ain't the one
+
It's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bro, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
See, I'm a Westside nigga from the (what's goin' on, nigga?)
+
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin' at the door (I'm knockin' at the door, oh)
+
I keep them minks minks on my hip 'cause I keloid my fists
+
Give a f*ck 'bout pronouns, I'm that nigga and that bitch
+
It's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bro, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
It's gettin' sticky, sticky
+
Sticky, sticky, sticky, bitch
+
Uh, lit-ass bitches, steppers 'side me pop shit
+
Fly as f*ck, niggas wrong with they emotion, I be in the cut
+
Sneaky link, she say that's her nigga, I don't give a f*ck
+
These bitches tryna scrap, but I'm knuckin' if you buckin', ho
+
It's gettin' sticky (yup, yeah)
+
It's gettin' sticky (bitch, where they at?)
+
It's gettin' sticky (bitch)
+
It's gettin' sticky (yeah)
+
Just let it be
+
Niggas say I ain't the guy, they must be smoking ketamine
+
Always talkin' 'bout potential, bitch, I am the better me
+
Jack of all trades, name a nigga who ahead of me?
+
Must be God instead of me
+
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky
+
Yeah, it's gettin' sticky (yo, where they at?)
+
It's gettin' sticky (lame-ass nigga)
+
It's gettin' sticky (it's Sexyy, yeah)
+
Sexyy in this bitch, Tyler in this bitch, we turnt as f*ck (Northside)
+
Bitches mad but can't beat my ass, ho, run it up (yeah)
+
I don't fight for my respect
+
Bitch, I fight for dick (keep your f*cking kids off the streets)
+
Fah-fah-fah-fah, baby girl, I'm finna rock yo' shit
+
It's gettin' sticky (f*ck that bitch, I'll cut yo' ho)
+
It's gettin' sticky (nigga, f*ck that bitch, I'll cut yo' ho)
+
It's gettin' sticky (nigga, f*ck that bitch, I'll cut yo' ho)
+
It's gettin' sticky (f*ck that chick, I'ma-)
+
It's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Sticky situation (drag 'em), discombobulation
+
Caught me red-handed, palms itchin' like rosacea
+
Standin' like ovation on business occupation
+
Drippin' condensation, gotta whisper conversations
+
It's gettin' sticky (Tunechi)
+
It's gettin' sticky (it's gettin' sticky in this bitch)
+
It's gettin' sticky (CHROMAKOPIA, CHROMAKOPIA)
+
It's gettin' sticky (CHROMA-)
+
Grab that mop, grab that mop
+
I got something, bitch (grab that)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (mmh)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (yeah, that dog tooth)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this-
+
Yeah, bitch, I'm outside wit' it, tell them niggas I did it (mh, uh)
+
Allergies to bum niggas, I see you, my eyes itchin'
+
This shit regular, regular, regular, all that shit be regular
+
Ahead of you, I'm better, baby, check the vehicle
+
Laferrari (mhm), niggas sour (mhm)
+
I can fit ten hundred thousand in these trousers (mhm)
+
Buddy pillowtalkin', stay away from coma (mhm)
+
A homewrecker, I been f*ckin' who I wanna (mhm)
+
Okay, big dick nigga, big stompin' through your town
+
All the bi bitches know the f*ck is goin' down
+
That's a bet, skip the sex, ride my face, break my neck
+
F*ck now
+
Who swingin' like, yeah, f*ck that aiming bot
+
Hittin' everything that's in my way, f*ck what they talkin' 'bout
+
I been gettin' off like holiday, man, push put some paper out
+
F*ck, I'm payin' bank accounts (uh)
+
Louis V say in my name, we ain't worth the same amount, boy
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (sticky)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Sticky
+
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Mh
+
Poppin' that shit, get you hit quick fast
+
Niggas poppin' off and niggas steppin' on the gas
+
Pop that shit like I'm poppin' some gum
+
Who the f*ck you talkin' to, ho? I ain't the one
+
It's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bro, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
See, I'm a Westside nigga from the (what's goin' on, nigga?)
+
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin' at the door (I'm knockin' at the door, oh)
+
I keep them minks minks on my hip 'cause I keloid my fists
+
Give a f*ck 'bout pronouns, I'm that nigga and that bitch
+
It's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Bro, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
+
It's gettin' sticky, sticky
+
Sticky, sticky, sticky, bitch
+
Uh, lit-ass bitches, steppers 'side me pop shit
+
Fly as f*ck, niggas wrong with they emotion, I be in the cut
+
Sneaky link, she say that's her nigga, I don't give a f*ck
+
These bitches tryna scrap, but I'm knuckin' if you buckin', ho
+
It's gettin' sticky (yup, yeah)
+
It's gettin' sticky (bitch, where they at?)
+
It's gettin' sticky (bitch)
+
It's gettin' sticky (yeah)
+
Just let it be
+
Niggas say I ain't the guy, they must be smoking ketamine
+
Always talkin' 'bout potential, bitch, I am the better me
+
Jack of all trades, name a nigga who ahead of me?
+
Must be God instead of me
+
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky
+
Yeah, it's gettin' sticky (yo, where they at?)
+
It's gettin' sticky (lame-ass nigga)
+
It's gettin' sticky (it's Sexyy, yeah)
+
Sexyy in this bitch, Tyler in this bitch, we turnt as f*ck (Northside)
+
Bitches mad but can't beat my ass, ho, run it up (yeah)
+
I don't fight for my respect
+
Bitch, I fight for dick (keep your f*cking kids off the streets)
+
Fah-fah-fah-fah, baby girl, I'm finna rock yo' shit
+
It's gettin' sticky (f*ck that bitch, I'll cut yo' ho)
+
It's gettin' sticky (nigga, f*ck that bitch, I'll cut yo' ho)
+
It's gettin' sticky (nigga, f*ck that bitch, I'll cut yo' ho)
+
It's gettin' sticky (f*ck that chick, I'ma-)
+
It's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Sticky situation (drag 'em), discombobulation
+
Caught me red-handed, palms itchin' like rosacea
+
Standin' like ovation on business occupation
+
Drippin' condensation, gotta whisper conversations
+
It's gettin' sticky (Tunechi)
+
It's gettin' sticky (it's gettin' sticky in this bitch)
+
It's gettin' sticky (CHROMAKOPIA, CHROMAKOPIA)
+
It's gettin' sticky (CHROMA-)
+
Grab that mop, grab that mop
+
I got something, bitch (grab that)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (mmh)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (yeah, that dog tooth)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this-
+
Yeah, bitch, I'm outside wit' it, tell them niggas I did it (mh, uh)
+
Allergies to bum niggas, I see you, my eyes itchin'
+
This shit regular, regular, regular, all that shit be regular
+
Ahead of you, I'm better, baby, check the vehicle
+
Laferrari (mhm), niggas sour (mhm)
+
I can fit ten hundred thousand in these trousers (mhm)
+
Buddy pillowtalkin', stay away from coma (mhm)
+
A homewrecker, I been f*ckin' who I wanna (mhm)
+
Okay, big dick nigga, big stompin' through your town
+
All the bi bitches know the f*ck is goin' down
+
That's a bet, skip the sex, ride my face, break my neck
+
F*ck now
+
Who swingin' like, yeah, f*ck that aiming bot
+
Hittin' everything that's in my way, f*ck what they talkin' 'bout
+
I been gettin' off like holiday, man, push put some paper out
+
F*ck, I'm payin' bank accounts (uh)
+
Louis V say in my name, we ain't worth the same amount, boy
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (sticky)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
+
Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky
+
Sticky
+
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Writer: Aaron Bolton, David Darnell Brown, Dudley Alexander Duverne, Dwyane Carter Jr., Elvis L. Williams Jr., Gloria Woods, Jamal F Jones, Janae Wherry, Rex Zamor, Tim Mosley, Timothy Clayton, Tyler Okonma, Zachary Anson Wallace
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Take Your Mask Off


[ Featuring Daniel Caesar, LaToiya Williams ]

Uh
+
Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?
+
Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, uh
+
Gang this and you gang that
+
Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that
+
A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic
+
A little middle-class money, every Christmas legit
+
Family trips, Ivy-bound, and one day, hit a switch
+
You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz
+
And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh
+
You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor
+
But now cuz gettin' validation from the dumb and confused (ay, Blood)
+
Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you got somethin' to prove
+
Let's talk about it
+
And I hope you find yourself (uh)
+
And I hope you find yourself (yeah)
+
And I hope you take your mask off (sad story, yeah)
+
Preacher man, preacher man, preach
+
You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach
+
Like you ain't lyin'
+
Big bank from those collections, well, what you buyin'?
+
Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait
+
Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up
+
Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up
+
Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy
+
So got a wife, got a kid, but you be f*ckin' them boys
+
Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within
+
Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' in sin
+
Trade it all to be free and shine bright like the Sun
+
But you back on that religious shit as soon as you cum
+
Let's talk about it
+
And I hope you find yourself (hope you find yourself)
+
And I hope you find yourself
+
And I hope you take your mask off (take your mask off)
+
Big-ass house that's on the Hills (Hill)
+
Big-ass wheels in the garage ('rage)
+
Three cute kids that's in your arms
+
Your husband just made another mil'
+
You want your life back, get a massage
+
Tired of bein' at home, personality gone
+
Body ain't been the same (nah)
+
Postpartum is long, your identity gone
+
Mama your first name, your last one got changed
+
They dream about your nest but you crave flyin' alone, mane
+
You would start all over if we keepin' it real
+
Current life is full but you ain't feelin' fulfilled
+
Fantasize about the dream you left on the shelf
+
Can't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself
+
Let's talk about it
+
And I hope you find yourself (eyes feelin' narrow, hope you find yourself)
+
And I hope you find yourself
+
And I hope you take your mask off
+
Keep that shit one hundred with you, with self
+
You don't have to put on no costume
+
You don't ever have to lie to kick it
+
Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest
+
Hair fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress
+
Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex
+
Chest claim a sweet flex, try to blame it on the cook
+
Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot
+
Nervous, then you notice ain't no service on the hook
+
Paranoid since nineteen, nervous system shook
+
Better sit the f*ck down or that skull gettin' took
+
That's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that
+
Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that
+
Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough
+
That shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up
+
And put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (no)
+
Your beats ain't placin', them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'
+
Your stage presence don't even be in they conversation, go home
+
You ain't gotta hide from the truth
+
Tell your family why you such a recluse
+
Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth
+
Dawg, how dare you try to ruin her marriage (come on)
+
'Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed
+
Boy, you selfish as f*ck, that's really why you scared of bein' a parent
+
Boy, that therapy needed, I dare you to seek it, but I'll lose a bet
+
Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death
+
It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent
+
You eatin' fertilizer to balance shit
+
Now go and stand in the sun, and use 'em fake tears to water your roots
+
Take that mask off and tell 'em the truth
+
Let's talk about it, nigga
+
And I hope you find yourself
+
And I hope you find yourself
+
And I hope you take your mask off
+
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English

Uh
+
Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?
+
Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, uh
+
Gang this and you gang that
+
Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that
+
A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic
+
A little middle-class money, every Christmas legit
+
Family trips, Ivy-bound, and one day, hit a switch
+
You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz
+
And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh
+
You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor
+
But now cuz gettin' validation from the dumb and confused (ay, Blood)
+
Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you got somethin' to prove
+
Let's talk about it
+
And I hope you find yourself (uh)
+
And I hope you find yourself (yeah)
+
And I hope you take your mask off (sad story, yeah)
+
Preacher man, preacher man, preach
+
You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach
+
Like you ain't lyin'
+
Big bank from those collections, well, what you buyin'?
+
Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait
+
Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up
+
Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up
+
Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy
+
So got a wife, got a kid, but you be f*ckin' them boys
+
Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within
+
Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' in sin
+
Trade it all to be free and shine bright like the Sun
+
But you back on that religious shit as soon as you cum
+
Let's talk about it
+
And I hope you find yourself (hope you find yourself)
+
And I hope you find yourself
+
And I hope you take your mask off (take your mask off)
+
Big-ass house that's on the Hills (Hill)
+
Big-ass wheels in the garage ('rage)
+
Three cute kids that's in your arms
+
Your husband just made another mil'
+
You want your life back, get a massage
+
Tired of bein' at home, personality gone
+
Body ain't been the same (nah)
+
Postpartum is long, your identity gone
+
Mama your first name, your last one got changed
+
They dream about your nest but you crave flyin' alone, mane
+
You would start all over if we keepin' it real
+
Current life is full but you ain't feelin' fulfilled
+
Fantasize about the dream you left on the shelf
+
Can't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself
+
Let's talk about it
+
And I hope you find yourself (eyes feelin' narrow, hope you find yourself)
+
And I hope you find yourself
+
And I hope you take your mask off
+
Keep that shit one hundred with you, with self
+
You don't have to put on no costume
+
You don't ever have to lie to kick it
+
Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest
+
Hair fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress
+
Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex
+
Chest claim a sweet flex, try to blame it on the cook
+
Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot
+
Nervous, then you notice ain't no service on the hook
+
Paranoid since nineteen, nervous system shook
+
Better sit the f*ck down or that skull gettin' took
+
That's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that
+
Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that
+
Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough
+
That shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up
+
And put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (no)
+
Your beats ain't placin', them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'
+
Your stage presence don't even be in they conversation, go home
+
You ain't gotta hide from the truth
+
Tell your family why you such a recluse
+
Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth
+
Dawg, how dare you try to ruin her marriage (come on)
+
'Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed
+
Boy, you selfish as f*ck, that's really why you scared of bein' a parent
+
Boy, that therapy needed, I dare you to seek it, but I'll lose a bet
+
Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death
+
It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent
+
You eatin' fertilizer to balance shit
+
Now go and stand in the sun, and use 'em fake tears to water your roots
+
Take that mask off and tell 'em the truth
+
Let's talk about it, nigga
+
And I hope you find yourself
+
And I hope you find yourself
+
And I hope you take your mask off
+
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Writer: Greg Cook, Kathryn Lynne Thomas, Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Tomorrow


(give it up)
+
Nigga, I'm gettin' old and I need a grandchild, please (give it up)
+
Just one, please, all I need is one (give it, give it up)
+
We need a little tiny Tyler running around here, okay?
+
We need a little dookie woodie running around here, okay?
+
My mother's hands don't look the same
+
These jet black strands are turning gray
+
I'm gaining weight, I'd rather rest
+
The thought of children, it brings me stress
+
Because time is changing (ooh)
+
But don't you wait on me (don't), I'll be fine
+
But don't you wait on me, I'll be fine
+
No, don't you wait for me (don't, don't)
+
'Cause time got nothing right, don't (don't)
+
Worry 'bout tomorrow (don't, don't), worry 'bout tomorrow
+
Can you 'bout tomorrow? Ayy, ayy, ayy (tomorrow)
+
Worry 'bout tomorrow (tomorrow)
+
Yeah, what's gotten into me? Nah, that ain't energy
+
That version of T that you knew was a memory
+
Who is that? You niggas get too attached to hear it, fear it
+
Face clear, few wrinkles on my spirit
+
Now, cousin, this ain't no tuggin'
+
I don't like cages, I'd rather be floodin'
+
Thought this shit out, I pop out with that oven
+
Tell that new version of me that I'm comin' (oh my, yeah)
+
Yeah, my brodie had another baby, that's like number two (number two)
+
My homegirl and I tired, she like thirty-two (thirty-two)
+
They sharin' pictures of this moment, shit is really cute
+
And all I got his photos of my 'Rari and some silly suits (yeah)
+
Mhm, will I flip a switch and finally settle down?
+
Mhm, go the other way and keep my panties down
+
Uh-huh, I'm too paranoid, so I'ma air it out
+
And any pressure that you're puttin' on me, I'ma tear it down
+
Don't you wait on me, I'll be fine
+
Don't you wait on me, I'll be fine
+
Don't you wait for me
+
'Cause time got nothing right, don't (don't)
+
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English

(give it up)
+
Nigga, I'm gettin' old and I need a grandchild, please (give it up)
+
Just one, please, all I need is one (give it, give it up)
+
We need a little tiny Tyler running around here, okay?
+
We need a little dookie woodie running around here, okay?
+
My mother's hands don't look the same
+
These jet black strands are turning gray
+
I'm gaining weight, I'd rather rest
+
The thought of children, it brings me stress
+
Because time is changing (ooh)
+
But don't you wait on me (don't), I'll be fine
+
But don't you wait on me, I'll be fine
+
No, don't you wait for me (don't, don't)
+
'Cause time got nothing right, don't (don't)
+
Worry 'bout tomorrow (don't, don't), worry 'bout tomorrow
+
Can you 'bout tomorrow? Ayy, ayy, ayy (tomorrow)
+
Worry 'bout tomorrow (tomorrow)
+
Yeah, what's gotten into me? Nah, that ain't energy
+
That version of T that you knew was a memory
+
Who is that? You niggas get too attached to hear it, fear it
+
Face clear, few wrinkles on my spirit
+
Now, cousin, this ain't no tuggin'
+
I don't like cages, I'd rather be floodin'
+
Thought this shit out, I pop out with that oven
+
Tell that new version of me that I'm comin' (oh my, yeah)
+
Yeah, my brodie had another baby, that's like number two (number two)
+
My homegirl and I tired, she like thirty-two (thirty-two)
+
They sharin' pictures of this moment, shit is really cute
+
And all I got his photos of my 'Rari and some silly suits (yeah)
+
Mhm, will I flip a switch and finally settle down?
+
Mhm, go the other way and keep my panties down
+
Uh-huh, I'm too paranoid, so I'ma air it out
+
And any pressure that you're puttin' on me, I'ma tear it down
+
Don't you wait on me, I'll be fine
+
Don't you wait on me, I'll be fine
+
Don't you wait for me
+
'Cause time got nothing right, don't (don't)
+
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Writer: Ashton Dumar Simmonds, Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Thought I Was Dead


[ Featuring Schoolboy Q, Santigold ]

(You don't wanna go to war with a soldier)
+
(You know don't wanna go to war with a soldier)
+
(Thought I was dead, you niggas thought I was dead)
+
(You know don't wanna go to war with a soldier) you niggas thought I was dead
+
You niggas thought I was dead
+
(You know don't wanna go to war with a soldier) you niggas thought I was dead
+
There's more to life than just f*ckin' workin', bro (you niggas thought I was dead)
+
They thought I was dead
+
Okay, bitch I've been trapped in the zoo
+
Nigga got packs like the crack of a tooth (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+
I need some space like the back of a coupe
+
I'm tryna magic wand, I'm tryna poof, so (they thought I was dead)
+
Grab the blammer, f*ck all the glitz and the glamour
+
I want a crib in Atlanta, homie
+
Me and my bitch changin' Pampers
+
Them niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (you ain't gon' see me)
+
These niggas thought I was dead (no, no way)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (turn to a ghost)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (I'm over this shit)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (I'm over this shit)
+
(They thought I was dead, dead)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I
+
You niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I
+
Niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I
+
You niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (they thought I was dead)
+
Get love in the hood, but I must leave (yeah)
+
Born way in the Hills where they can't see (see)
+
Swear I burn twenty M's, 2018 (yeah)
+
Like I play for the Bills, goin' OD (they thought I was dead)
+
Niggas tend to get rich and they act weird (weird)
+
How you walkin' out the party with your butt pierced? (Mmh, uh)
+
Shit, I'd rather play golf 'til the check clear (yeah)
+
Niggas turn thirty-five now they out here (they thought I was dead)
+
Nigga, Rolls or the 'Rari, tryna program
+
I was really outside with the dopeman
+
Now I really got M's, nigga, no chance
+
I don't wanna be seen in your bromance, hm
+
Packed in, goddamn, dat dream
+
Never seen a nigga with a f*ckin' (they thought I was)
+
Cap him, if a nigga think he gon' get
+
Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (yeah)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (Suu)
+
These niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (whoa)
+
Niggas thought I was dead (whoa)
+
These niggas thought I was dead (whoa, whoa)
+
These niggas thought I was dead (dead)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (they thought I was dead)
+
I don't wanna be found (mmh, uh), I don't wanna be down (mmh, uh)
+
I don't wanna be found (mmh, uh), I don't wanna be down (mmh, uh)
+
I don't wanna be found (woo)
+
I don't wanna be down (oh, you know Tyler, his talk)
+
I don't wanna be found (I'm so sick of these niggas)
+
I don't wanna be down (they don't know you, get off you)
+
White boys mockin' this shit and y'all mad at me
+
Y'all can suck my dick (suck my dick)
+
Pull up old tweets, pull up old t-shirts, all that
+
I moonwalk over that bitch (hee-hee)
+
T-t changed like the fit got dirty
+
I was young man then a nigga hit thirty
+
I was one mil' then a nigga hit thirty
+
Bitch, you ain't Coco Gauff, you can't serve me (mmh, uh)
+
You anti-war? Hm, yeah, right
+
Niggas runnin' they mouth, keep it airtight
+
I'ma crash shit out 'til my hair white (mmh, uh)
+
I got too much drive, I'm a terabyte (mmh, uh)
+
I got a big ol' head, I ain't like these niggas
+
Uh-uh, don't put me with these niggas
+
I'on ha-ha, keke with these niggas
+
Loiter Squad, baby, I don't be with these niggas
+
Same boys with me since back-back then (mmh, uh)
+
Everything I said I do, I did (true story)
+
Talk my shit? I sure damn will (mmh, uh)
+
You ain't like that shit? I's do it again (mmh, uh)
+
Five in the morning, I be hatin' on shit (mmh, uh)
+
Ten in the evening, I be hatin' on shit (mmh, uh)
+
Ten years later, mighta changed my mind (mmh, uh)
+
I'm a fake-ass bitch, don't kill me (mmh, uh)
+
I'm a hypocrite, ain't real, ain't really
+
I'm a big troll, haha, I'm silly (I'm silly)
+
F*ck you know about being better than them niggas that you hate?
+
You ain't good at shit, you can't feel me
+
Tuck your one-trick goat, I'm billy (mmh, uh)
+
Shoutout papa, he for real (mmh, yeah, uh)
+
Don't test V, he pop for real
+
Had to call him like, "Stop and chill", look
+
I tries to be out the way
+
I like the farm with the lake, I like some truth in my space
+
Y'all niggas friendly and fake
+
"That's big bro," how? When y'all met yesterday?
+
This feel Planet of the Apes
+
Why am I filled with this hate?
+
Got freedom in every way
+
Y'all wanna take what I got, but y'all do not got what it take
+
I don't wanna be found, ya ho
+
I don't wanna be down, ya ho
+
I don't like comin' around, ya ho
+
I will not knock-knock at your door
+
Just me, that's what I said
+
Trav', these niggas is fed
+
Me, I'm overhead
+
These niggas thought I was dead
+
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English

(You don't wanna go to war with a soldier)
+
(You know don't wanna go to war with a soldier)
+
(Thought I was dead, you niggas thought I was dead)
+
(You know don't wanna go to war with a soldier) you niggas thought I was dead
+
You niggas thought I was dead
+
(You know don't wanna go to war with a soldier) you niggas thought I was dead
+
There's more to life than just f*ckin' workin', bro (you niggas thought I was dead)
+
They thought I was dead
+
Okay, bitch I've been trapped in the zoo
+
Nigga got packs like the crack of a tooth (uh-huh, uh-huh)
+
I need some space like the back of a coupe
+
I'm tryna magic wand, I'm tryna poof, so (they thought I was dead)
+
Grab the blammer, f*ck all the glitz and the glamour
+
I want a crib in Atlanta, homie
+
Me and my bitch changin' Pampers
+
Them niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (you ain't gon' see me)
+
These niggas thought I was dead (no, no way)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (turn to a ghost)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (I'm over this shit)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (I'm over this shit)
+
(They thought I was dead, dead)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I
+
You niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I
+
Niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I
+
You niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (they thought I was dead)
+
Get love in the hood, but I must leave (yeah)
+
Born way in the Hills where they can't see (see)
+
Swear I burn twenty M's, 2018 (yeah)
+
Like I play for the Bills, goin' OD (they thought I was dead)
+
Niggas tend to get rich and they act weird (weird)
+
How you walkin' out the party with your butt pierced? (Mmh, uh)
+
Shit, I'd rather play golf 'til the check clear (yeah)
+
Niggas turn thirty-five now they out here (they thought I was dead)
+
Nigga, Rolls or the 'Rari, tryna program
+
I was really outside with the dopeman
+
Now I really got M's, nigga, no chance
+
I don't wanna be seen in your bromance, hm
+
Packed in, goddamn, dat dream
+
Never seen a nigga with a f*ckin' (they thought I was)
+
Cap him, if a nigga think he gon' get
+
Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (yeah)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (Suu)
+
These niggas thought I was dead
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (whoa)
+
Niggas thought I was dead (whoa)
+
These niggas thought I was dead (whoa, whoa)
+
These niggas thought I was dead (dead)
+
Them niggas thought I was dead (they thought I was dead)
+
I don't wanna be found (mmh, uh), I don't wanna be down (mmh, uh)
+
I don't wanna be found (mmh, uh), I don't wanna be down (mmh, uh)
+
I don't wanna be found (woo)
+
I don't wanna be down (oh, you know Tyler, his talk)
+
I don't wanna be found (I'm so sick of these niggas)
+
I don't wanna be down (they don't know you, get off you)
+
White boys mockin' this shit and y'all mad at me
+
Y'all can suck my dick (suck my dick)
+
Pull up old tweets, pull up old t-shirts, all that
+
I moonwalk over that bitch (hee-hee)
+
T-t changed like the fit got dirty
+
I was young man then a nigga hit thirty
+
I was one mil' then a nigga hit thirty
+
Bitch, you ain't Coco Gauff, you can't serve me (mmh, uh)
+
You anti-war? Hm, yeah, right
+
Niggas runnin' they mouth, keep it airtight
+
I'ma crash shit out 'til my hair white (mmh, uh)
+
I got too much drive, I'm a terabyte (mmh, uh)
+
I got a big ol' head, I ain't like these niggas
+
Uh-uh, don't put me with these niggas
+
I'on ha-ha, keke with these niggas
+
Loiter Squad, baby, I don't be with these niggas
+
Same boys with me since back-back then (mmh, uh)
+
Everything I said I do, I did (true story)
+
Talk my shit? I sure damn will (mmh, uh)
+
You ain't like that shit? I's do it again (mmh, uh)
+
Five in the morning, I be hatin' on shit (mmh, uh)
+
Ten in the evening, I be hatin' on shit (mmh, uh)
+
Ten years later, mighta changed my mind (mmh, uh)
+
I'm a fake-ass bitch, don't kill me (mmh, uh)
+
I'm a hypocrite, ain't real, ain't really
+
I'm a big troll, haha, I'm silly (I'm silly)
+
F*ck you know about being better than them niggas that you hate?
+
You ain't good at shit, you can't feel me
+
Tuck your one-trick goat, I'm billy (mmh, uh)
+
Shoutout papa, he for real (mmh, yeah, uh)
+
Don't test V, he pop for real
+
Had to call him like, "Stop and chill", look
+
I tries to be out the way
+
I like the farm with the lake, I like some truth in my space
+
Y'all niggas friendly and fake
+
"That's big bro," how? When y'all met yesterday?
+
This feel Planet of the Apes
+
Why am I filled with this hate?
+
Got freedom in every way
+
Y'all wanna take what I got, but y'all do not got what it take
+
I don't wanna be found, ya ho
+
I don't wanna be down, ya ho
+
I don't like comin' around, ya ho
+
I will not knock-knock at your door
+
Just me, that's what I said
+
Trav', these niggas is fed
+
Me, I'm overhead
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These niggas thought I was dead
+
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Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Like Him


[ Featuring Lola Young ]

Damn, nigga, every time I look at you, I swear to God
+
Nigga, you got that nigga feet
+
You got that nigga body
+
You got that nigga long arms, fingers and shit
+
Flat feet, big di-
+
She said that I make expressions like him
+
My legs to my shoulders and my chin like him
+
My waist and my posture like him
+
Like him
+
Like him, like him, like him
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
I don't know who he is
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
I don't know where he is
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
Do I look like him? (Like, what?)
+
Like him (like, what?)
+
Like him (like, what?)
+
Like him
+
You give me love and affection
+
Attention, protection
+
How could I ever miss something that I never had?
+
I would never judge ya
+
'Cause everything worked out without him (like, what?)
+
Like him (like, what?)
+
Like him
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
I don't know who he is
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
I don't know where he is
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
Do I look
+
(Huh?)
+
Like him
+
Like him
+
I decided to
+
Any gift I look inside of you
+
I would never ever lie to you, yeah
+
You ain't ever gotta lie to me
+
I'm everything that I strive to be
+
So do I look like him?
+
Do I look like him? (Like him, like him, like him, like him)
+
I don't look like him (like him)
+
It was my fault, not yours, not his, it was my fault
+
I'm sorry, you know?
+
It was my fault
+
Not him 'cause he always wanted to be there for you
+
And I'm sorry I was young
+
But he's always wanted to be a father to you
+
So I-I f*cked up and I take ownership of that
+
Of my choices and decisions and I'm sorry for that
+
He's a good guy
+
So don't hold that against him because it was my fault
+
Just, you know? Forgive me
+
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Damn, nigga, every time I look at you, I swear to God
+
Nigga, you got that nigga feet
+
You got that nigga body
+
You got that nigga long arms, fingers and shit
+
Flat feet, big di-
+
She said that I make expressions like him
+
My legs to my shoulders and my chin like him
+
My waist and my posture like him
+
Like him
+
Like him, like him, like him
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
I don't know who he is
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
I don't know where he is
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
Do I look like him? (Like, what?)
+
Like him (like, what?)
+
Like him (like, what?)
+
Like him
+
You give me love and affection
+
Attention, protection
+
How could I ever miss something that I never had?
+
I would never judge ya
+
'Cause everything worked out without him (like, what?)
+
Like him (like, what?)
+
Like him
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
I don't know who he is
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
I don't know where he is
+
Mama, I'm chasing a ghost
+
Do I look
+
(Huh?)
+
Like him
+
Like him
+
I decided to
+
Any gift I look inside of you
+
I would never ever lie to you, yeah
+
You ain't ever gotta lie to me
+
I'm everything that I strive to be
+
So do I look like him?
+
Do I look like him? (Like him, like him, like him, like him)
+
I don't look like him (like him)
+
It was my fault, not yours, not his, it was my fault
+
I'm sorry, you know?
+
It was my fault
+
Not him 'cause he always wanted to be there for you
+
And I'm sorry I was young
+
But he's always wanted to be a father to you
+
So I-I f*cked up and I take ownership of that
+
Of my choices and decisions and I'm sorry for that
+
He's a good guy
+
So don't hold that against him because it was my fault
+
Just, you know? Forgive me
+
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Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Balloon


[ Featuring Doechii ]

(I wanna rock, I wanna rock)
+
(I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock)
+
(Don't stop) yeah
+
We ain't talkin' to your dumbass
+
You could be a millionaire and still be a bum ass
+
Boy, I've been on a dream, I've been on a to-
+
(Don't stop, do-Don't stop) okay, look
+
Why I work so hard? My soul profit
+
Why I can't settle down? I like options
+
Why I hate small talk? I like topics
+
How's shoppin'? I'm a pig, I love copping, uh
+
No BBLs, I like A cups, uh
+
Legs pretty when they wake up, uh
+
Niggas run they mouth, wanna race up
+
Everything real here, no lace front, okay
+
I doze during December, I slay
+
And I don't even like girls, bitch, I'm way up too high
+
Bitch, I'm on own dick, I don't need your vibe, uh
+
F*ck them regrets (uh)
+
Call them to get all that weight off your chest (uh)
+
Got my brothers here, we the Wayans
+
I'm a only girl, but, you my favorite
+
I've been flyin' high, where's the pavement?
+
Enough of me, can I get a amen? Oh
+
(Don't stop)
+
(Don't stop) can I get a amen?
+
(Don't stop)
+
(Don't stop)
+
(Don't stop) I'll air this bitch out like balloon
+
(Don't stop) I'll send his bitch ass to the moon
+
I'm at the top in the room (don't stop)
+
Aight, where this swamp is? (Where this swamp is?)
+
Flyest bitch up in the room, I need a cockpit (need a cockpit)
+
I need some PETA for this pussy
+
They want the croc print (want the croc print)
+
I'm finna air these DL niggas out the closet (air it out, air it)
+
I let it in (let it in), I let it out (let it out)
+
I'm a bi bitch, but I need that pussy now (gimme the pussy, bitch)
+
If he is gay, then I am gay, and we are nouns (we are nouns)
+
Me and Tyler finna take your bitch down
+
Oui oui, merci
+
Keep it cute when you're in my city
+
I'm 5'2", A-cup titties
+
I don't need you 'cause I already f*ck me
+
I don't need a Range when I got an airboat
+
I don't need a plane 'cause the airboat flow (don't stop)
+
Out in New York, walk around bare-toed
+
I don't need a passport, I'm a swamp bitch, ho, oh
+
(Don't stop) don't stop
+
(Don't stop) don't stop
+
(Don't stop) don't stop
+
(Don't stop)
+
I air this bitch out like a queef
+
I'll send your ass back to the streets
+
I'll spray your whole block with LaFleur
+
He gon' eat this pussy out 'cause he's sweet
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
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English

(I wanna rock, I wanna rock)
+
(I wanna rock, I wanna rock, I wanna rock)
+
(Don't stop) yeah
+
We ain't talkin' to your dumbass
+
You could be a millionaire and still be a bum ass
+
Boy, I've been on a dream, I've been on a to-
+
(Don't stop, do-Don't stop) okay, look
+
Why I work so hard? My soul profit
+
Why I can't settle down? I like options
+
Why I hate small talk? I like topics
+
How's shoppin'? I'm a pig, I love copping, uh
+
No BBLs, I like A cups, uh
+
Legs pretty when they wake up, uh
+
Niggas run they mouth, wanna race up
+
Everything real here, no lace front, okay
+
I doze during December, I slay
+
And I don't even like girls, bitch, I'm way up too high
+
Bitch, I'm on own dick, I don't need your vibe, uh
+
F*ck them regrets (uh)
+
Call them to get all that weight off your chest (uh)
+
Got my brothers here, we the Wayans
+
I'm a only girl, but, you my favorite
+
I've been flyin' high, where's the pavement?
+
Enough of me, can I get a amen? Oh
+
(Don't stop)
+
(Don't stop) can I get a amen?
+
(Don't stop)
+
(Don't stop)
+
(Don't stop) I'll air this bitch out like balloon
+
(Don't stop) I'll send his bitch ass to the moon
+
I'm at the top in the room (don't stop)
+
Aight, where this swamp is? (Where this swamp is?)
+
Flyest bitch up in the room, I need a cockpit (need a cockpit)
+
I need some PETA for this pussy
+
They want the croc print (want the croc print)
+
I'm finna air these DL niggas out the closet (air it out, air it)
+
I let it in (let it in), I let it out (let it out)
+
I'm a bi bitch, but I need that pussy now (gimme the pussy, bitch)
+
If he is gay, then I am gay, and we are nouns (we are nouns)
+
Me and Tyler finna take your bitch down
+
Oui oui, merci
+
Keep it cute when you're in my city
+
I'm 5'2", A-cup titties
+
I don't need you 'cause I already f*ck me
+
I don't need a Range when I got an airboat
+
I don't need a plane 'cause the airboat flow (don't stop)
+
Out in New York, walk around bare-toed
+
I don't need a passport, I'm a swamp bitch, ho, oh
+
(Don't stop) don't stop
+
(Don't stop) don't stop
+
(Don't stop) don't stop
+
(Don't stop)
+
I air this bitch out like a queef
+
I'll send your ass back to the streets
+
I'll spray your whole block with LaFleur
+
He gon' eat this pussy out 'cause he's sweet
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
Don't stop
+
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Writer: Harry Wayne Casey, James Brown, Jaylah Hickmon, Luther Campbell, Rick Finch, Robert Ginyard, Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




I Hope You Find Your Way Home


I hope you find your way home
+
I hope you find your way home
+
I (find your way home, yeah, hope you find your way home)
+
Hope you (hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
Find your way home (I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
(I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
I (find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
Hope you (hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
Find your way home (I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I need a hand
+
Can you squeeze the man? (Come on)
+
My shit spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' like a ceiling fan
+
No alcohol, no pill in hand
+
My only vice is them sweets and them wheels I spin
+
You better calm that down 'fore that nigga pop that round
+
And T.O. Will not be found
+
Hot, hot glue with my palm like, "Ooh"
+
Spider-man Velcro, nigga, I'm not you, I-
+
Almost had a mini me, I wasn't ready
+
And she wanted it with me, I'm talkin' heavy
+
Then we had to guarantee, ain't no confetti
+
Four million on that car, that's not a Chevy
+
See, that's my interest, so as of now
+
Raisin' a child is not on my wishlist (nope)
+
Neither is bein' a safety net for bitches
+
I'm too selfish, contradiction
+
Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes (washed)
+
Never bite tongue 'til the tooth sore
+
If you was gon' apologize, f*ck you shoot for? Phew-phew
+
When I pop out, they say, "Ooh, Lord"
+
No Met Gala, but I'm everybody moodboard
+
I did a whole collection, collection in Paris
+
They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
+
I'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happened
+
F*ck what you heard, I ain't coon, I ain't tappin'
+
Always some corn for you niggas who ain't clappin', haters
+
Always ride another nigga wave, you a sailor
+
You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
+
You niggas is jabronis
+
I'm from the city where they ran up in Saucony's
+
Thirty-one zeroes, shit thirsty, yuck
+
Bitch sue for a mil' tryna work me
+
Settled at a mil' 'cause that mil' couldn't hurt me (uh)
+
It didn't hurt me (uh)
+
Nah, it ain't hurt shit (uh)
+
Sip the motherf*ckin' water, did a backflip (mh)
+
And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch (don't say that)
+
In the hood, by myself, I ain't pack shit (uh)
+
Yeah, eating candied yams and some catfish
+
Hmm, yeah, that rich
+
F*ck what you heard, I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch
+
I hope you find your way home
+
Real shit, I'm proud of you
+
I'm proud of you, bro
+
Like, you just never cease to amaze me, like, you just
+
There's no words right now how I feel
+
Do your thing, just keep, keep shinin'
+
(Run it, run it, run it back, run it back)
+
(The light come from within)
+
(The light come from within)
+
(The light come from within)
+
(The light come from within)
+
(The light)
+
I hope you find your way home
+
(CHROMAKOPIA)
+
(CHROMAKOPIA)
+
(CHROMAKOPIA)
+
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English

I hope you find your way home
+
I hope you find your way home
+
I (find your way home, yeah, hope you find your way home)
+
Hope you (hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
Find your way home (I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
(I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
I (find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
Hope you (hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
Find your way home (I hope you find your way home, I hope you find your way home)
+
I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I'm slippin', I need a hand
+
Can you squeeze the man? (Come on)
+
My shit spinnin', spinnin', spinnin' like a ceiling fan
+
No alcohol, no pill in hand
+
My only vice is them sweets and them wheels I spin
+
You better calm that down 'fore that nigga pop that round
+
And T.O. Will not be found
+
Hot, hot glue with my palm like, "Ooh"
+
Spider-man Velcro, nigga, I'm not you, I-
+
Almost had a mini me, I wasn't ready
+
And she wanted it with me, I'm talkin' heavy
+
Then we had to guarantee, ain't no confetti
+
Four million on that car, that's not a Chevy
+
See, that's my interest, so as of now
+
Raisin' a child is not on my wishlist (nope)
+
Neither is bein' a safety net for bitches
+
I'm too selfish, contradiction
+
Maybe I should before I'm too old and washed up like dishes (washed)
+
Never bite tongue 'til the tooth sore
+
If you was gon' apologize, f*ck you shoot for? Phew-phew
+
When I pop out, they say, "Ooh, Lord"
+
No Met Gala, but I'm everybody moodboard
+
I did a whole collection, collection in Paris
+
They ain't even send me the collection to wear it
+
I'm so embarrassed, but happy that it happened
+
F*ck what you heard, I ain't coon, I ain't tappin'
+
Always some corn for you niggas who ain't clappin', haters
+
Always ride another nigga wave, you a sailor
+
You could never moonwalk in my Chuck Taylors, brodie
+
You niggas is jabronis
+
I'm from the city where they ran up in Saucony's
+
Thirty-one zeroes, shit thirsty, yuck
+
Bitch sue for a mil' tryna work me
+
Settled at a mil' 'cause that mil' couldn't hurt me (uh)
+
It didn't hurt me (uh)
+
Nah, it ain't hurt shit (uh)
+
Sip the motherf*ckin' water, did a backflip (mh)
+
And if I shoot the club up, it's a black bitch (don't say that)
+
In the hood, by myself, I ain't pack shit (uh)
+
Yeah, eating candied yams and some catfish
+
Hmm, yeah, that rich
+
F*ck what you heard, I'm that nigga and I'm that bitch
+
I hope you find your way home
+
Real shit, I'm proud of you
+
I'm proud of you, bro
+
Like, you just never cease to amaze me, like, you just
+
There's no words right now how I feel
+
Do your thing, just keep, keep shinin'
+
(Run it, run it, run it back, run it back)
+
(The light come from within)
+
(The light come from within)
+
(The light come from within)
+
(The light come from within)
+
(The light)
+
I hope you find your way home
+
(CHROMAKOPIA)
+
(CHROMAKOPIA)
+
(CHROMAKOPIA)
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC





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Chromakopia Info:
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Chromakopia

Chromakopia is the upcoming seventh studio album by American rapper and producer, Tyler, the Creator. The album is set to release on October 28, 2024.

On October 16, 2024, Tyler released a teaser on Instagram, YouTube, and Twitter titled "St. Chroma", which is expected to be the first song of the record. At the end of the video, the album's name, Chromakopia, is revealed. A day later, on October 17, Tyler revealed the cover art for the album and its expected release date.

The album is likely based on the character Chroma the Great from The Phantom Tollbooth, a conductor whose orchestra creates the colors of the world. The teaser video is at first black and white as he is directing people into a shipping container. He then blows it up, adding color to the video.
Performed by: Tyler, The Creator
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Tyler, the Creator
Released: October 28th, 2024
Year: 2024
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