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tyler, the creator - colossus/partyisntover/campfire/bimmer lyrics

[i _ colossus}
[verse]
went to six flags, six f_gs came up
and said “ayo! can we get a pic?” i said no
and they said “oh! it’s wolf gang, “yonkers”, goblin is my sh_t though”
now i’m like, “f_ck, i don’t want to be an assh0l_”
so i’m sitting there posing with travis, devon
with a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
so f_cking annoyed ’cause i missed goliath
’cause some kid said i was there, then they caused a riot (tyler’s here!)
now i’m surrounded by a 25 hound of f_ckers tryna get a photo
all because they noticed the top with the box logo
and them f_cking ears, guarantee they didn’t even hear b_st_rd
they bandwagon_jumped me from a pogo
i’m going f_cking loco, “hey, tyler, can i…?”
no, b_tch, don’t you see me tryna buy a f_cking churro?
“but tyler, you’re my hero, i used to get bullied
until i heard “radicals,” the last part got to me
see, i used to give a f_ck until my c_ck would bleed
now i’m the happiest i think i’ll ever ever be
my life is just like yours, no father
my momma must have forgot to stop with a popped condom
in school i was the one that was thinking outside boxes
so everybody in them would say that i got problems
so when i heard you say it, i said it back like f_ck ’em
you’re an inspiration to n_ggas like me
not the n_ggas who just like you ’cause of lyrics and beats
i’m talking ’bout the n_ggas who don’t know where they’re going to be
i heard the song “b_st_rd” right in the moment of heat
not in summer, but of course, i was holding a heat
gun on the edge of my feet, i heard that first piano chord
and it drew me in like predators carrying treats
then i said to myself, “f_ck, is he speaking to me?”
see, me and you, we go together like snare and a beat
i mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm?
i carved of on it this morning with a glass shard
on my green mini ramp that i built in my backyard (that’s weird)
that’s hard, that scar from playing air guitar
when i see you play at the roxy (uhh)
tyler, i love you, wanna be just like you (alright)
i think about your face and i don’t even f_cking try to (no h0m_)
wish i had a bas_m_nt meant for me to hide you
we could play xbox and listen to “in search of…” and eat donuts
over conversating ’bout what church does
come up with weird_ass videos with roach bugs
i’m straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip
and raquel that b_tch, you should’ve k!lled that b_tch
you should’ve took me instead (uhh, that’s weird)
see, if you can’t have her then he shouldn’t neither
and if i can’t have you then she shouldn’t either
no one should see you, but me in your t_shirt
i worship you until the f_cking wrinkles on my knees hurt (what the f_ck)
odd future, wolf gang, golf w_ng, flog gnaw, free earl mobbing
i know it seems like i’m just slobbing on your kn_b
but i’m just a fan and i ain’t losing my f_cking noggin (yeah, you are)
i ain’t got a job and i went out and bought goblin about 5 times
’cause (thanks for the support) i love you man (alright)
i like tie_dyed tees or just plain white tees
i like pants that’s cut, i like words like “f_ck”
i got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut out
now paper cuts on my b_lls because your d_ck’s in my jaw (what the f_ck)
and i hit you on twitter about 10 minutes a day
and now i’m bitter ’cause you don’t even reply with a “hey” (sorry)
and my boys think i’m g_y ’cause i play “vcr”
in my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors…”
all right, my n_gga, calm down, it’s getting weird, take this pic
so i can get on colossus, line as slow as molasses
(tyler, listen) no, n_gga, i see you’re loving my sh_t
and i appreciate the fact that you would suck on my d_ck
but i’m not g_y so it’s awkward, now i’m grouchy like oscar
after spilling some sh_t on his newest pair of beige dockers
“yonkers” and “yonkers” (i love that song) sick of hearing about “yonkers”
i’m grateful that it worked, i attacked and i conquered
“yeah whatever but i had a f_cking blast at that concert
i was at the boston one, i got a t_shirt from sagan
the one that say “sagan lockhart” and when you came out to “sandwitches”
that’s when my f_cking boy_crush got started”
[outro]
just take this f_cking picture man, sh_t

[ii _ partyisntover]

[verse: tyler the creator]
uhm, i said, the party isn’t over
we could still dance, but i don’t have no rhythm
so f_ck it, take a chance with me
the party isn’t over, we could still dance girl
but i don’t have no rhythm
so f_ck it, take a chance with a n_gga
like me, like me
uhm, i said, the party isn’t over
we could still dance, but i don’t have no rhythm
so f_ck it, take a chance with me
the party isn’t over, we could still dance girl
but i don’t have no rhythm
so f_ck it, take a chance with a n_gga
like me, like me

[iii _ campfire]

[verse 1: tyler the creator]
yeah, um
all i needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
motherf_ckers getting lynched and burned
i earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking good
on this brand new jacket
the donuts on the flag waving over the cabin
now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here
hurry, quickly i need a piece of hersheys
darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
i centered the mellow over the graham
heated it too long now, it’s melting over my hand
f_ck it, i’ll bite it, i burnt it, but i liked it
camping with my n_ggas, its so f_cking exciting
[interlude: kids]
we’re making s’mores by the campfire
camp flog gnaw, golf w_ng summer

[verse 2: laetitia sadier]
sat by the fire
to witness gentle, but radical
transformation, ceased to be mindless
create our own sweetness
at last growing the heart

[interlude: tyler, the creator]
yo bring the bass back in
yeah, haha
who ate all the f_ckin’ chocolate?
oh that’s domo fat ass, haha
yeah
i ain’t trying to go home, really

[iv _ bimmer]

[hook: tyler the creator]
you remind me of my bimmer
a lot of trunk sp_ce, the perfect two seater
and you got a lot of drive, i’m trying to keep up
but it’s not a lot of miles on ya meter
you remind me of my bimmer
see your ignition, baby girl i’m trying to key up
and your head lights are off, i’m trying to see ’em
but it’s not a lot of miles on ya meter
so let me start it up and smash
[verse 1: tyler the creator & (frank ocean)]
pop some tame impala, your man got a lame impala
(it’ll get dark outside soon)
and i’m sharing slurpees and you ain’t even begin to swallow
you’re f_cking nuts, green top we coupled up
run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my m_ffler
cause i fingered you, you think the f_cking ring is coming up?
(where the street lights trail, oooooooo)
maybe, i don’t know, i think you’re chill
(ride for)
riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
and a seatbelt is needed if i get between ’em, yeah

[verse 2: frank ocean]
mmmm it’ll get dark outside, soon (my baby, ride for me)
where the street lights trail (my baby, ride for me)
you ain’t gotta lie to kick it darling
it’s cool we’re moving slow

[bridge: tyler the creator]
you remind me of my bimmer
a lot of trunk sp_ce, the perfect two seater
you got a lot of drive i’m trying to keep up
but it’s not a lot of miles on ya meter
you remind me of my bimmer, smash
you remind me of my bimmer

[outro: lionel]
where you been, man?
oh, i had a drop off to make real quick. hey, have you seen salem?
oh she with that new dude, wolf, or, darnell, whatever his name is
f_ck that n_gga, man. hey you know where they went?
i seen ’em going down by the lake
what the f_ck!
you good man? you need some sherm? i got some
i got a can of these baked beans too

- tyler the creator lyrics

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