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safari - tyler, the creator lyrics

[intro]
destination: remote
but i’ve been everywhere
only thing we ain’t traveled
is time (yeah)

[verse 1]
the bull wreckers smell like bleach
i could travel where i want
i’m accustomed, clean, and customed
it ain’t custom i don’t cum free the bird to the truck
i [?] water to stuartus
bought a control, that’s some stupid sh*t
stayin’ at home i hate
runaway love but i’m no ludacris
sippin’ on menti, take my shoes off
then we take off and i snooze off
until i land, know i’m four grand
and i wake up, have to droop off
got my passport in my weak hand
i’ma peel off, get a sweet tan
loafers filled with beef sand
we climb ’til we find the peace sign
f*ck all the checks from the calls, get a passport
seer the world, open your eyes ’til your back hurt
n*ggas get b*tter, won’t leave, sh*t is backwards
start with your feet then i caught an ample
get our your bubble*gum
blow up horizons, sun
slither in the alps or go to the mesullah
or two hundred pinnacle scuba
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 niece, they like “who?” i’m like “me”
[break]
legendary
world*renowned
globally recognized
catch us if you can
are you keeping up?
once in a lifetime
this what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide
speakin’ out of [?]
we’re just lightyears ahead
yeah

[verse 2]
every car r*t*rded, the garage look like a [looney bend?]
what coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in
i been switchin’ gears since tracee ellis ross was upn
clutched then he stroked, gotta know her like a groupie and
huh, took that grammy home, couldn’t lose again
the suit was so sharp that it could get medusa coochie trim
hov talkin’ ’bout a hundred million, n*gga, loot me in
like, “who that young rich handsome n*gga with the gooey skin?”
mama named him tyler and his brothers call him t
and the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin’
skateboard named him bunny hop, it’s borderline wolfie though
the felines name him al for how long he eat the— wait a minute
pink wolfer scuff quickly, fi cost a buck sixt
i’ll keep it a buck fifty, y’all can’t really f*ck with me
b*tch, i got the [fuzz/funds] and i’ma own it ’til they bury him
only twenty*nine but i’ve been focused since thirty m
[outro]
wolf
call me if you get lost (gangsta grillz)
and like that
we gone

- tyler the creator lyrics

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