Sarah
by Tyler The Creator
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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
Another love song about shit
And I´ll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won´t miss
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 love you) 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
Another love song about shit
And I´ll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won´t miss
Half your body layin´ on my chest
The rest is in my stomach, that´s includin´ your breast
And I´m a 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?
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
Another love song about shit
And I´ll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won´t miss
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 love you) 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
Another love song about shit
And I´ll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe Cupid won´t miss
Half your body layin´ on my chest
The rest is in my stomach, that´s includin´ your breast
And I´m a 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?
