Escape-ism by Tyler The Creator
[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 turds spitting written verbs,
Shit, now I kick it in the �burbs
[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Me? I�m from the slums, niggas who pushing tons
Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums,
Momma done made her one, a witty son,
With no respect for women so-so, show me your titties 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 shit it should be fun,
Venues are like pussy with me, �Should he cum?�,
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 shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees,
Fuck critics, (How�s your dick?), �Shit, How�s your knees?�,
Y�all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee,
Came up with �Rella�, ain�t touch a bag of weed,
Shit was doper than, Whitney Houston�s needs,
Golf Wang, 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 fucking passion is?�,
Probably where that faggot went (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
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