Tyler, The Creator 5ej34

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    Tyler, The Creator 5ej34

    CHROMAKOPIA 93hc


    Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh
    Uh

    Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?
    Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, uh
    Gang this and you gang that
    Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that
    A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'
    A little middle class money, every Christmas legit
    Family trips, Ivy-bound, and one day, hit the switch
    You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz'
    And none them face
    tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh
    You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor
    But now cuz' gettin' validation
    from the dumb and confused (Ayy, Blood)
    Now you facin' five to ten
    'cause you got somethin' to prove, let's talk about it

    And I hope you find yourself (Uh)
    And I hope you find yourself (Yeah)
    And I hope you take your mask off (Sad story, a-ha-ha, yeah)

    Preacher man, preacher man, preach
    You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach
    like you ain't lyin'
    Big bank from those collections, well, what you buyin'?
    Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait
    Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up
    Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up
    Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy
    So got a wife, got a kid, but you be fuckin' them boys
    Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within
    Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' in sin
    Trade it all to be free and shine bright like the Sun
    But you back on that religious
    shit as soon as you cum, let's talk about it

    And I hope you find yourself (Hope you find yourself)
    And I hope you find yourself
    And I hope you take your mask off (Take your mask off)

    Big-ass house that's on the Hills (Hill)
    Big-ass wheels in the garage ('Rage)
    Three cute kids that's in your arms
    Your husband just made another mill'
    You want your life back, get a massage
    Tired of bein' at home, personality gone
    Body ain't been the same
    postpartum is long, your identity gone
    Momma your first name, the last one got changed
    They dream about your nest but your crane flyin' along, mane
    You would start all over if we keepin' it real (Real)
    Current life is full
    but you ain't feelin' fulfilled (Filled)
    Fantasize about the dream you left on the shelf
    Can't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself
    Ah, let's talk about it

    And I hope you find yourself
    (Eyes feelin' narrow, hope you find yourself)
    And I hope you find yourself (Self)
    And I hope you take your mask off (Oh)

    Keep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself
    You don't have to put on no costume
    You don't ever have to lie to kick it

    Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest
    Hair fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress
    Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex
    Just claim a sweet flex, try to blame it on the cook
    Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot
    Nervous, then you notice ain't no service on the hook
    Paranoid since 19, nervous system shook
    Better sit the fuck down or that skull gettin' took
    That's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that
    Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that
    Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough
    That shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up
    And put it in the trunk
    you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (No)
    Your beats ain't placin'
    them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'
    Your stage presence
    don't even be in they conversation, go home
    You ain't gotta hide from the truth
    Tell your family why you such a recluse
    Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth
    Dawg, I dare you try to ruin her marriage
    'Claim you never wore a mask
    and how you don't get embarrassed?
    Boy, you selfish as fuck
    that's really why you scared of bein' a parent
    Boy, that therapy needed
    I dare you to seek it, but I'll lose a bet
    Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death
    It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent
    You eat and fertilize in aboundin' shit
    Now go and stand in the Sun
    and use some fake tears to water your roots
    Take that mask off and tell 'em the truth
    let's talk about it, nigga

    And I hope you find yourself
    And I hope you find yourself
    And I hope you take your mask off
    Compositores: Tyler Okonma, Greg Cook, K. Thomas

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