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tyler the creator - escape-ism lyrics

[hook: tyler, the creator]
me and slater just hit a curb,
bunny hop, zoning out, listening to n.e.r.d,
made a couple thousands t-rds spitting written verbs,
sh-t, now i kick it in the ‘burbs

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
me? i’m from the slums, n-gg-s who pushing tons
tons of drugs, foul flow dirty mouth like kissing b-ms,
momma done made her one, a witty son,
with no respect for women so-so, show me your t-tties hun,
“you eighteen?”, me? i’m twenty something,
okay i’m twenty, but i’m soon to be twenty-one,
i wild out at shows, break sh-t it should be fun,
venues are like p-ssy with me, “should he c-m?”,
i’mma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips,
then dip to europe and come back with a stack of cheese
a stack of cheese for these rats, mac and cheese,
new preme sh-t got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees,
f-ck critics, (how’s your d-ck?), “sh-t, how’s your knees?”,
y’all on my d-ck more than my index when i take a pee,
came up with ”rella”, ain’t touch a bag of weed,
sh-t was doper than, whitney houston’s needs,
golf w-ng, that’s the team to be, “aye! ”, getting tu, of nb,
we was missing sweatshirt like, where’s the hooded sleeve,
okay, nevermind, we found him.

[hook]

[verse 2: tyler, the creator]
guess i win, checks started cashing in,
i stopped rapping and started asking “where my f-cking p-ssion is?”,
probably where that f-ggot went (who?), tyler talking father problems,
shocky sh-t he spit to popping topics in a gossip column,
i ain’t ask for this, i did it out of boredom,
thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom,
now ye’s pj sippin leche, chips ahoy! boy, listening to cowboy,
aye boy, land in melbourne and skate to fitzroy (aye! ),
(?), i enjoyed, boy, y’all n-gg-s played as a tot’s toy,
have a good day as i annoy, oy.

[hook]

[verse 3: tyler, the creator]
cameras with panorama’s views,
my shoes have seen more vans than mexicanas with crackers in alabama,
g-o-to the-l-f, this o-f, i open a store so i don’t stress,
but n-gg- i, (what?), mosh in gardens, jazz punk sh-t,
playing chords, making up sh-t, pardon my dolly parton’s,
and i keep sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different colors,
n-gg-rs think i started kindergarten.

[interlude: frank ocean, tyler, the creator]
my b-tch was on my handle bars,
(i just wanna ride my bike)
slater, slater, slater, slater,
my b-tch was on my handle bars,
hair blowing in the wind,
her freckles look like candy bars,
hair blowing in the wind,

my b-tch was on my handle bars,
(i just wanna ride my bike)
slater, slater, slater, slater,
my b-tch was on my handle bars,
hair blowing in the wind,
her freckles look like candy bars,
my cool summer never ends,

slater, slater, slater, slater

- tyler the creator lyrics

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