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Şarkı Sözleri [Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator] After filling my reputation of ? Soar to Taco Bell and ordered some gorditas Wanted four more, ordered them and then eat em Then head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics Fantastic, I backflip on this beat B Cause we running shit like the Dingleberry's on 4G This flow colder than Papa Joe's or Domino's Fuck it, whatever Trashwang scratched inside the knucks Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit that up Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk Move over the microwave and the cannabis Try to take the van and the whole band to Canada Fuck the block news and the venues, they can't handle us They can't stand us including fruits that Frank's channeling The Ku Klux Klan see me and my managers But thank me when they ask where the Five Panels is Man I suck now, I'm not still dope But Chris and Rihanna fuckin again so there's still hope Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's hair Y'all barely breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's rare Watch a nigga smile like five-year-old child I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile It's Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may seem wild but That's just all the sherm I was burning a little while ago Don't let me get hold of that rifle Shout my nigga Sage Elssester and Shaun Pablo Surround by them niggas that skate with a sick style And some freckled bitches with giant peaches that's vile They never did catch that rhino [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Squadron full of some lost souls Sergeant of all that's odd in men not just nolly the pothole Non-cooperative with his momma's wishes for college And coppers label, the problems is paying for Damianos So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the fox holes More Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco Hopped right off the seventh and stumbled into some Vatos Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted it off and then walked home Shit, it's like six PM and his temper throbbing Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the prescription Oxy's Logo in the boxes, all my niggas hostile Cautious of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines Bitches augmented and stupid as the group is Only slightly ripe but sice to get a pussy nigga tooth chin Any stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a rude Crips Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips See, Lionel bought with Leonardo on a weekend now And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second season now Small fry got 'em seasons salty Weed and coffee, ease up off me, end is breathing easy as bulimics barfing From a different breed of doggy From a different seed and cloth, and teeing off, believe it's Golf Wang, nigga