Sarah - Tyler, The Creator

I like my girls skinny with brains

I like my hoodies fucked with Lame

I like my friends imaginary with no names

And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Tried to find ammo but it’s none around town

So I went Down South but I ended up North

Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch

And of course, my car’s off course

You’re so white, my blinkers don’t work

I’m trying to let the force be with you, I get you

Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce

You make a nigga sing songs nice

You make a nigga’s night turn day

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

It sucks that I didn’t get the chance to say hello

I want to eat you out like jello

And mess with your body like the bass and the cello

And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom?

(Nigga hell no)

Fuck (Shit) and another one, there goes another one

Another love song about shit

And I’ll be rich if I get another diss

And maybe Cupid won’t miss

Maybe?

(No)

Maybe?

(I'm sorry)

Maybe?

(I got a date)

Maybe?

(Where's your dad?)

I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won’t fuck with me

But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X’s and O’s

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

— Tyler, what you doing?

— Shut the fuck up!

— Uh-umm.

— You gon' fuckin' love me bitch

— Uhh.

— Or I’mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek

In private, not public in the streets

And your cupcake how we eat and your toes

Cause I got a big fetish with the feet

I just want somebody I can see

You can be a gold digger, you ain’t got to love me

I’m serious (I love you) I don’t ask for much

Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch

Now this shit is turning to a habit

I’m the burger king, I gotta have it my way

And truthfully girl you really make my day

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

And I can’t even look the other way

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it’s attractive

L-O-L laughing, you’re a gold Oscar and I’m just actin'

And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role

Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it’s gold

And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, Sarah

Another love song about shit

And I’ll be rich if I get another diss

And maybe Cupid won’t miss

Half your body laying on my chest

The rest is in my stomach, that’s including your breast

And I’ma just take another guess

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Am I crazy?

Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately

Shit, I don’t give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody

And I’m fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy

Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?

What did you want from me?

What did you want from me?