Текст песни Tyler, The Creator - Sarah

Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Tyler, The Creator
Альбом: Bastard
Длительность: 04:47
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[Verse 1] I like my girls skinny with brains I like my hoodies fucked with lane I like my friends imaginary with no names And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round Tried to find ammo but it's none around town So I went Down South but I ended up North Uptown sittin' on Cloud 9's white porch And of course, my car's off course You're so white, my blinkers don't work I'm tryna let the force, be with you, I get you Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce You make a nigga sing songs nice You make a nigga's night turn day And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello I wanna eat you out like jello And mess with your body like the bass and the cello And tell your mom I said hello, you wanna go to prom? (Nigga hell no!) Fuck (Shit) and another one, and on another one [Hook] Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss And maybe Cupid won't miss [Verse 2] I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's I wanna tie her body up and throw her in my basement Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went (Tyler, what you doin'?) Shut the fuck up You gon' fuckin' love me bitch But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek In private, not public in the streets And your cupcake how we eat and your toes Cause I got a big fetish with the feet I just want somebody I can see You can be a gold digger, you ain't gotta love me I'm serious, I don't ask for much Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch Now this shit is turnin' to a habit I'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way And truthfully girl you really make my day I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay And I can't even look the other way Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive L-O-L laughin', you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin' And I want your sin in my hole, and have our kids play supportin' role Climbin' up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, Sarah [Hook] [Verse 3] Half your body layin' on my chest The rest is in my stomach, that's includin' your breast And I'mma just take another guess Now you probably wishin' that you woulda said yes Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately Shit, I don't give a fuck, your family lookin' for you, wish 'em good luck Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy Now you stuck up in my motherfuckin' basement all bloody And I'm fuckin' your dead body, your coochie all cummy Lookin' in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me? What did you want from me? What did you want from me?
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