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dinosaur - intro - tyler, the creator lyrics

[intro]
[cough] one, two, gold, four…

[verse 1]
one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish
f*ck going to parties i’m reading doctor seuss, sh*t
the devil said i’m heaven sent, my f*cking sk!lls are evident
you’re irrelevant, like us having a n***** president
yo black people stick to me like velcro
but i don’t think no*one can touch me, tickle me elmo
you’re a f*cking h0m*’s snack, a lunch*able
i’m an addams family member, you’re a f*cking huxtable
my superman state of dark cape is bape
you’re wearing diamond supply but you do not even skate
you’re backwards bent, no forward thought sh*t
like fat people wearing skinny jeans they can’t fit
if i die, tell my mom i took a dollar out her wallet
always out the motherf*cking box, no in
don’t have a religion, ignorant, no sin
begin my book, first page no end, i’m done

[interlude]
yeah
this is like a zombie circus, for me
hi, i’m tyler
see tyler, the creator live
get tickets as low as $187
[verse 2]
told my counselor i’m contemplating k!lling, these instrumentals ill as f*ck
used for penicillin, pump bass these keys
to rappers i was dealing made me a crazy man
mom, pass the f*cking ritalin
b*tches throw they p*ssy at me like they mad at kittens
got me p*ssing red and green sh*t like it’s f*cking christmas
but i’m a f*cking virgin if you listen
when i say i hate yo’ motherf*cking guts i’m not kidding
my suicide note’s already written
it says “f*ck you” in all caps, to be specific
company that that piano kept me
i cannot comprehend you n*ggas, i’m dyslexie
with skinheads, skateboarders somewhere where yo’ ex be
you roll with thugs, you can find me where the t*rex be
busted ass cap, busted ass shoes
on a scale to one to two i’m f*cking awesome plus tax
i’m done

[interlude]
sh*t
uh*uh*uh uh
yeah
this is like the truman show
i’m tyler
[verse 3]
f*ck lame hoodie, my mom goodie
naked jazz records, jimmy, woody
iller, i would be, k!ller, or should he k!ll her? i should be
but i’m a f*cking dinosaur, you could hear me make a roar
right inside your f*cking store, interesting your f*cking brain
right inside the f*cking door, my key got three locks
to open the beat box where i keep my instruments
on some sentimental sh*t
y’all don’t got maybachs, y’all be on some rental sh*t
i’m broke as f*ck, my pockets be on some lintel sh*t
smile with the gold fronts like i’m on some dental sh*t
walk inside supreme like i’m on some skate mental sh*t
talkin’ to my self, yeah i’m on some mental sh*t

[outro]
cha*ching, cha*ching
f*ckin’ cha*ching
uh, uh
uh, yeah

- tyler the creator lyrics

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