Letras:
Tyler The Creator Bastard

niggas know I'm at the mall Eating chips with my drawers, how you doing? How you fall? [Hook] Swag, swag, swag, swag Tina perm your fucking weave [Verse 2: Tyler

the same spit they making no, Progress becoming a good rapper aint that easy of a proccess They gas em & half Em the Hotels we staying in 12 star, tyler

Splenda But I ate that whole plate like a fat bitch dinner I'm never the winner, always the loser I don't choose to win, but I will choose her Her kitty

give a fuck about time (You live your life all serious while I'm enjoying mine) Dr. T.C ; While that's a real good way to look at it. Tyler ;Yeah I

to be shit Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch [Interlude] I know I'm not the only bastard in

, covers, videos and all that shit Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-slauson rapping Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album [Dr. TC] Well, Tyler

father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed Somebody call the pastor, this bastard

bitch you really need to get on my leverage now were in the cabin in the middle of UHH tryin to find ways to really stuff you with my camera dreamy little bastard

: [feat. Casey Veggies] [Verse 1: Tyler] Hello, the Hype is so Mellow Bitch I'm dope and my pipe is so yellow The blue polka dots, pink stripes and