Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator - Oblivion songtekst
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[Verse 1:] White bitches, white girls, white drugs Black girls don't do it but my type does Fuck it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand Until I give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat E-T-I-H, W's, double D's on her knees White gargle yellow fuckin' bumblebees Use whitey's as my dinner course for intercourse So much fuckin' white make Darth Vader have a dimmer force But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse Nigga Friday, fuck a Blacc Friday, umm Wolf Gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang With a white box logo with a couple stains From the black and white green pie make it light grey [Verse 2:] Oh wow, Obilivion stump I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk What the fuck, Gee Willikers and no I'm not drunk I could have sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch Let you sip casually when you tryna lose calories I'm not a murderer, this occurance that is happenin' Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation See I'm a good guy but when I see dead casualties My penis gets erected and my nipples are such aroused And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house And three hours in the showers with the corpse I've ejaculated enough semen to sink a boat what, umm Riley's body is entirely covered and tied up From my desire now look at the fuckin' irony I killed my manager with an iron All because the bitch finally decided to fire me Back at Travvy's house even though that faggot admires me All because I heard that he was talkin' to Danielle So now that I finally made that fags hand handheld He can finnally help me masturbate and read fanmail First letter says motherfucker you're dead The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said And Just in Time your head is mine You crossed the fuckin' line like a dirty Mexicans Second letter read hey son it's me Fuck you, I'm a subject without my permission Third letter quote hey Ace I'm addicted to coke Wanna ask how I been so? I make songs about shit for attention Put them out randomly hopin' that I get some I got problems in my head that I want, no But I don't trust anybody, yeah no one Savin' up 24 bullets with gun Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm Hopefully the next album can help me out Cause I'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts So, I just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it, signed anonymous