Tyler, The Creator - Oldie | Текст песни

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• Tyler, The Creator
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[Verse 1]

Big eared bandit is tossin' all his manners
In a bag and wrappin' them in Saran wrap bandages
Tossin' 'em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says \"Catch up, nigga\" it looks like an accident

Um, flowin' like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's been mimickin' a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissin' bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela

Put her in the chamber
all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason,
nigga I was just Ableton

Not a fuckin' Logic
contradictin' dick head
Flyer than an ostrich
moshin' in a tar pit

Semen scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season

Previous items in the present
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)

[Verse 2]

OF, shit, that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie
to my little brother Tac

From that father figure Clancy
to that skatey nigga Nak
Shreddin' down 'Fax,
Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block

Storefront, knee tat
Book cover is the same lettering
on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape...and my shoes

Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut
5 years later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old enough
To drink a fucking beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop

This is for the nigga in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg

They say we ain't actin' right
Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fucking amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitchin', bein' mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck, bitches