Whoa-Earl Sweatshirt/Tyler, The Creator

[00:00.00] [00:00.43]Nahh no, nahh nahh ******* that [00:01.80]*******s think cause you *******' made Chum [00:04.74]and got all personal [00:05.63]That *******s won't go back to that old *******' 2010 *******t [00:08.25]About talkin' 'bout *******' everything all [00:11.13]No ******* that ******* I got you [00:13.07]******* that [00:13.94]Grab mittens who have to spit blizzardous [00:17.72]Actually flick cigarette ash at ******* *******s [00:19.62]Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick [00:23.62]and then dash [00:24.43]To Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison [00:26.30]Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with [00:29.73]Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting [00:32.35]and Spraying that hotter wind [00:33.42]in the shade of his maimed innocence [00:35.74]Suitcase scented with haze and fileted sentences [00:38.54]Advanced apathy, sma*******ng the man cameras up [00:41.53]Tan khakis and antagonists Dan-dappered up [00:44.65]Vagabond, had it since a Padawan [00:48.03]Rapping hot as ******* in cattle brands [00:49.82]wearing flannel thongs [00:50.71]Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along [00:54.02]Get a nice spanking, new Sears catalog [00:56.47]Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, [00:59.02]dead and wrong [00:59.88]Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs [01:02.63]Four deep in a Rover cannon [01:04.37]Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, [01:06.56]*******s know that it's the [01:09.37]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G [01:10.11] [01:11.61]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G [01:12.18] [01:14.48]50 K for the last check [01:17.53]But the Dollar Menu still be on deck, [01:19.91]******* it's the muther*******' [01:20.42] [01:21.04]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G [01:21.47] [01:23.72]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G [01:23.96] [01:26.66]Yeah, the Misadventures of a *******t talker [01:30.10]Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lager [01:33.23]Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter [01:36.22]Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga [01:38.89]Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer [01:42.27]Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcher [01:44.64] [01:45.36]Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster [01:48.04]Stormed off and came straight back like pigs' posture [01:51.03]Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes [01:54.23]From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic [01:56.98]Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented [02:00.30]On the hunt for clues, more food, [02:02.11]and some floozy women [02:03.04]Bruising gimmicks with the broom [02:04.99]he usually use for Quidditch [02:06.18]Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed [02:08.05]and booty scented [02:08.74]Too pretentious, [02:09.80]do pretend like he could lose to spitting [02:11.79]Steaming tubes of poop [02:12.93]and twisted doobies full of euphemisms [02:14.67] [02:15.93]Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick [02:18.24]Thought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth [02:21.11]Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint [02:23.69]Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka *******t [02:27.20]Posing ******* try to disrespect [02:29.38]Get a ******* thunder to his neck, [02:31.75]shout out to Nak, cause it's the [02:33.87]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G [02:35.86]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G [02:36.22] [02:38.60]Looking bummy, posted on the block [02:41.27]looking like I ain't make [02:42.15]A quarter million off of socks, *******, cause it's the [02:45.08]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G [02:45.51] [02:47.51]G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G