The Jet Age of Tomorrow, Tyler, The Creator, Casey Veggies - Welcome Home Son lyrics

Ridin' 'round town same old seven stilo
Nigga couldn't change you could blame
It on my ego
Yungun started grinding man I did
It on the d-low came back shining with that
4th quarter free throw
Game time nigga even if get the rebound
Hoes tryna figure where I be now
But that love shit ain't somethin'
I don't see now lost, still profound
And every day it go down
My niggas got a name now
These other niggas lame now
So I do my thang just to
Bring them haters pain now
Nigga Matt Martians told the boy
To write a verse
Came in killin' ain't even need to rehearse
Swear I take it down and
I make that girl disperse
And I ain't just kill it man I put
It in a hearse, I'm back home, like

Suck it up, cock it up
Time is when the clock is up
Cause you don't have to talk for
Us to chop it up (Chop it up?)
Freezer burn, erection when I see you squirm
For me not to get inside your
Face I'm the newest dermatologist
Blood on my shirt no one acknowledged it
From teenage babes leaving dates
I got to followin'
Swallow it, clean it off, polish it
Axe you up in the back of my shack
Fuck some hollow tips
Throw you in my deep creek of
Self-esteem on some shallow shit
The Kids used to tease now I'm
Hiding in the leaves of
The trees where the school where
Their teen daughter attend
I grab them by the pelgro
Throw them in the passenger
To balance up the color of my
Van it matches egg yolk
My only fucking way to calm down
The view of dead folk
"This movie fuckin sucks"
Because the pay per view is dead ho now shut
The fuck up and work magic with esophagus