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android is a gun - ​toasty digital lyrics

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[verse 1: tyler, the creator, ponderosa twins plus one & ]
i’m not a f*cking role model
i’m a 19 year old f*cking emotional coaster with pipe dreams
(you started with a mere h*llo)
since kanye tweeted telling people he’s bumping all of my sh*t
these mothaf*ckas think i’m ‘sposed to live up to something? sh*t
(and then you learned her name)
yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindf*cked
now competition missing like that n*gga my mom f*cked
(you notice her finer qualities)
he still hasn’t called mе yet
but that’s a whole f*cking differеnt argument
(and the magic of her rare personality)
sh*t, i got over it
and a couple bucks in my pocket, so now i could go buy
(bound, bound)
a couple hot pockets and grandma could stop cooking
(bound, bound)
them nasty ass collard greens, pressure’s on me like this top hat
(bound to fall in love)
b*st*rd intro, how the f*ck i’m gonna top that?
you started with a mere h*llo
and then you learned her name
[?]
[verse 2: tyler, the creator]
the boy record smell like bleach
i can travel where i want
i’m accustomed clearin’ customs
it ain’t custom, i don’t come
flee the bird to the truck
i scream, “au revoir,” to the stewardess
border control asking stupid sh*t
stayin’ at home, i hate
runaway love, but i’m no ludacris
sippin’ on mint tea, take my shoes off
then we take off, then i snooze off
until i land where i’m foreign
then i wake up, wipe the drool off
got my passport in my weekend
i’ma cool off, get a sweet tan
loafers filled with beach sand
recline ’til it’s time to peace sign
f*ck all the chains and the cars, get a passport
see the world, open your eyes ’til your back hurt
n*ggas get bread and won’t leave, sh*t is backwards
start with your feet, then a car, then an airport
get out your bubble gum
blow up horizons, sun
sled in the alps or go tube in missoula
or tour in j*pan or go scuba in cuba
or land in a borough, jerrod got the brioche
ciabatta in como, it matches my peacoat
oversee the sea, all the things that you could see
like them languages i speak, out in paris for a week
take my nephews out to nice, they like “who?” i’m like, “oui,” ha
[interlude: tyler, the creator]
“can’t they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing, living out his dreams? why they got to f*cking hate?”
[?]

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