- Tyler, The Creator SAFARI 歌詞
- Tyler, The Creator
- Destination remote
But I've been everywhere
Only thing we ain't traveled
Is time
Yeah
The boy records smell like bleach
I could travel where I want
I'm accustomed clean and customed
It ain't custom I don't come
Flee the bird to the truck
I scroll every water to stewardess
Border control that's some stupid s**t
Stayin' at home I hate
Runaway love but I'm no Ludacris
Sippin' on mint tea take my shoes off
Then we take off then I snooze off
Until I land know I'm four grand
And I wake up have to droop off
Got my passport in my weak hand
I'ma peel off get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
We climb 'til we find the peace sign
F**k all the checks from the calls get a passport
See the world open your eyes 'til your back hurt
N***as get bread and won't leave s**t is backwards
Start with your feet then I caught in an ample
Get our your bubble-gum
Blow up horizons sun
Sled in the Alps or go to a Missoula
Or two in Japan I go scuba in Cuba
Or land in a borough Gerard got the Brio
She bought it in Como it matches my peacoat
Oversee the sea all the things that you could see
Like them languages I speak out in Paris for a week
Take my nephews out to Nice they like "Who?"
I'm like "Me"
Hah
Legendary
World-renowned
Globally-recognized
Catch us if you can
Are you keepin' up
Find
Once in a lifetime
Baby you should find me
This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide
Speakin' matter-factly
We're just lightyears ahead
Yeah
Every car retarded the garage look like a loony bin
What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in
Uh
I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN
Clutched then he stroked got to know her like a droopy grin
Uh
Huh took that GRAMMY home couldn't lose again
The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim
Uh
Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million n***a loot me in
Like who that young rich handsome n***a with the gooey skin
Uh
Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T
And the bank they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin'
Uh
Skateboard named him Bunnyhop it's Baudelaire Wolfie though
The felines name him Al for how long he eat the
P***y
Wait a minute
Uh
Pink loafer scuff quickly FI cost a buck sixty
I'll keep it a buck fifty y'all can't really f**k with me
Uh
B***h I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury him
Only twenty nine but I've been focused since thirty M
Uh
Wolf
Call me if you get lost
Gangsta Grillz
And like that
Uh
We gone
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