Slater - Tyler, The Creator/Frank Ocean.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Frank Ocean/Tyler Okonma
[00:00.77] 作曲 : Frank Ocean/Tyler Okonma
[00:01.55]Me and Slater just hit a curb
[00:04.04]Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D (Star Trak)
[00:07.16]Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
[00:09.97]****, (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs
[00:12.88]
[00:13.02]Me? I'm from the slums, nigga who pushing a ton
[00:15.89]Tons of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums
[00:18.18]
[00:19.11]Mama done made her one, um, a witty son
[00:22.25]With no respect for women so-so show me your t*****s hun
[00:25.82]You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin'
[00:28.23]OK, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
[00:31.60]I wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun
[00:34.47]Venues are like b*****s with me, “Should he come?”
[00:37.86]I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips
[00:40.92]Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
[00:43.47]A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese
[00:46.80]New 'Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
[00:50.23]**** critics (“How's your shit?”) ****, How's your knees?
[00:53.10]Y'all on my d**k more than my index when I take a pee (Damn)
[00:56.10]I came up with “Rella”, ain't touch a bag of shit (Word?)
[00:59.41]Shit was better than Whitney Houston's needs
[01:02.84]Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ay
[01:04.77]Getting T.U., O.F., indeed
[01:07.78]We was missing Sweatshirt, like “where's the hooded sleeve?”
[01:11.54]Okay, nevermind, we found him, yeah
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[01:15.67]Me and Slater just hit a curb
[01:17.80]Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D
[01:20.85]Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
[01:23.79]****, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[01:26.88]
[01:27.36]Guess I win, checks started cashing in
[01:29.66]I stopped rapping and started asking where my ****ing passion is
[01:32.98]Probably where that faggot went (who?) Tyler talking father problems
[01:35.24]Shocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns
[01:38.63]I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom
[01:42.37]Thought that roach was cool he died and pushed me into stardom
[01:44.88]Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche
[01:47.50]Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to “Cowboy”, ay!
[01:50.88]Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ay!
[01:54.27]AUS was awes’, I enjoyed, boy
[01:56.50]You niggas played as a tot's toy
[01:59.88]Have a good day as I annoy, oi
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[02:04.91]Me and Slater just hit a curb
[02:07.10]Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D
[02:10.11]Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
[02:13.13]**** now I kick it in the 'burbs
[02:15.88]
[02:16.21]Canons with panorama's views
[02:18.08]My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas or crackers in Alabama
[02:21.89]G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF
[02:24.00]I opened up a store so I don't stress
[02:27.26]But b***h, I (what?) mosh in gardens
[02:29.33]Jazz punk shit, playing chords
[02:31.50]Making up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons
[02:34.76]And I keep shartin'
[02:36.00]Hoodies with rectangles and different colors
[02:38.00]****ing think I started kindergarten
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[02:40.03]My b***h is on my handle bars
[02:43.04]I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
[02:50.31]Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[02:53.07]My b***h is on my handle bars
[02:56.26]Hair blowing in the wind
[02:58.63]Her freckles look like candy bars
[03:02.37]Hair blowing in the wind
[03:04.88]My b***h is on my handle bars
[03:08.50]I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
[03:14.55]Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[03:17.36]My b***h is on my handle bars (Handle bars)
[03:20.79]Hair blowing in the wind (Ooohh)
[03:23.24]Her freckles look like candy bars (Shit)
[03:26.80]My cool summer never ends (cool)
[03:29.40]My b***h is on my handle bars
[03:31.88]Yeah (Bars, bars)
[03:39.17]Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
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[03:42.78]Oh my God, seriously? Mister Cool Guy, haha
[03:47.21]You're talking to a ****ing bike, loser
[03:50.71]Hehe, oh shit