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Intro Tyler, The Creator. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, oh. Verse 1 Tyler, The Creator. You live in my dream state. Relocate my fantasy. I stay in reality. You live in my dream state. Any time
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. Stopped the rich and shake hands with the poor. And this is a story about a brother I know. Cut Creator on the fader, now watch him go Go, go Cut Creator, go. Go Cut Creator, go. Go Cut Creator, go Go
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minute). It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker. Anytime you play this * loud. But that's just me trying to get milk now. And the grunts of a God damn cow. Hit me on my beeper while Captain
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minute). It sounds like midgets in a God damn speaker. Anytime you play this * loud. But that's just me trying to get milk now. And the grunts of a God damn cow. Hit me on my beeper while Captain
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goddamn Goblin). Bitch I'm a muthaf-ckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin). Muthaf-ckin Martian (to a goddamn Goblin). We are not the same, I am a Martian Verse 2 Tyler, The Creator. A year ago, I was poor
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Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay You live in my dream state We look at my fantasy I stay in reality You live in my dream state And it's on my count machine It's the only time we make up, make
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(Tell 'em, what). Tell them bitches that you know. What you heard about me (Uh-huh). Tell your mama (Tell your mama). Tell your daddy (Tell your daddy). Tell the world. Tell the world. Like sugar on my
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, cash out. Cash in, cash out, cash in, cash out. Cash out, cash out, cash out, cash out, 21. Ridin' in the car with no keys. Straight up. Louis V shirt with no sleeves. On God. Slaughter gang, nigga, I'm
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*** her then she sexier than my leather vans. Cause I never am purchasing, reimbursing your currency. Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets. Heard she sweet, she
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Bài hát 911 / Mr. Lonely - Tyler The Creator. Part I 911. Intro Tyler, The Creator. (Call me, call me, call me) Uh. (Call me, call me, call me) Uh. (Call me, call me, call me) Uh. (Call me, call me
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' (Hol' up). Ayo *** my lungs (Hol' up). Now I might call my lawyer (Hol' up). Plug gon' set me up (Hol' up). Bih, don't set me up (Okay). I'm with Tyler, yuh (Slime). He ride like the car (Hol' up). And
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. Here we go again. Life's a dream. 'Cause it's never what it seems. But you'd rather love and lost with tears. Than never love at all. So here we go again. Verse 2 Tyler, The Creator. Although this love
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the Cool J. force. Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record of course. I'm a tower full of power with rain and hail. Cut Creator scratch the record with his fingernail. Rock the bells The king of
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know because we are so blind. We can't see, we cannot see the creator of a tree. The creater of a bee, the creator of you and me What are you doin' to make things better. Well, you see we are
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in the sweat of a millon orgies. You'll live in the fire of a sweetest hell. And bear your soul to the rays of a mortal sun. And give your lips to the kiss of the scorpion. I ain't the creator and
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to men by something we don't know. Don't let it drift away and pick the fruits of the seeds we sowed Fella. Will our creator ever show himself to us?. Time for humanity has come to open up our eyes
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