ziploc - tyler, the creator lyrics
[intro]
try to do this b-tch in one take, or somethin’…
[verse]
what’s the point of bein’ rich when you wake up alone?
what’s the point of goin’ home when it ain’t n-body there?
f-ck that, i grab my bike and phone home in the air
and i pedal through the city with the wide frame steer
with that tall pale boy that i met last year
grape, that’s what i call him, love, that’s what i fall in
fell in, i ain’t like sports growing up, but now i’m ballin’
i guess i’m a late bloomer
ayo, look, high tide bottoms ’cause the neck on lunar
them golf le fleur unos ’cause, we don’t do puma, nah
20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds
you ain’t gotta like him and you ain’t gotta respect him
for playin’ chess with these n-gg-s
that think that they’re bench pressin’
leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin’ sh-t?
young t–zy, it ain’t easy, feelin’ wheezy in this b-tch
new slaves got y’all n-gg-s feelin’ breezy on the ship
pour a fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?
my sh-t leaked two weeks before that release date
first week, did dos, a thousand off, beat meek
shout out meek! two n-gg-s first week top 3!
and i can’t even get a song to play on the radio
but tripled in them ratings, tv channels still pay me tho, haha
p told me not to trip
i am in my ziploc, n-gg-
feel like i got the best alb-m out, uh
i know i got the best alb-m out, preach
[outro]
let me, let me hear that
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