Tyler, The Creator - SAFARI lyrics

Destination: remote we done been everywhere
Only thing we ain't traveled is time (Yo)

The boy record smell like bleach
I can travel where I want
I'm accustomed clearin' customs
It ain't custom, I don't come
Flee the bird to the truck
I scream, "Au revoir, " to the stewardess
Border control asking stupid shit
Stayin' at home, I hate
Runaway love, but I'm no Ludacris
Sippin' on mint tea, take my shoes off
Then we take off, then I snooze off
Until I land where I'm foreign
Then I wake up, wipe the drool off
Got my passport in my weekend
I'ma cool off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
Recline 'til it's time to peace sign
Fuck all the chains and the cars
Get a passport see the world
Open your eyes 'til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and won't leave
Shit is backwards
Start with your feet, then a car
Then an airport get out your bubble gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula
Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba
Or land in a borough, Jerrod got the brioche
Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat
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 Nice, they
Like "Who?" I'm like, "Oui, " ha

We on a safari legendary (Safari)
World-renowned globally recognized
Catch us if you can (Baby, we on a safari)
Are you keepin' up? ('Fari)
Once in a lifetime (Baby, we on a safari)
This what it sounds like when the
Moon and the sun collide
Speakin' matter-of-factly
(Baby, we on a safari)
We're just light years ahead
(You said that it was you I
Saw with another in my place) yeah

Every car retarded
The garage look like a loony bin
What coupe he in? Depends on the 'fit
And the type of mood he in (Ugh)
I been switchin' gears since Tracee
Ellis Ross was UPN
Clutch, then he stroke outta nowhere
Like a droopy grin (Ugh)
Huh, took that Grammy home
Couldn't lose again
The suit was so sharp that it
Could get Medusa coochie trimmed (Ugh)
Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga
Loop me in like who that young, rich
Handsome nigga with the gooey skin? (Ugh)
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' (Ugh)
Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it's
Baudelaire or Wolfie, though
The felines named him hour for
How long he eat the
(Pussy) wait a minute (Ugh)
Pink loafers scuff quickly
Fiat cost a buck sixty
I'll keep it a buck fifty
Y'all can't really fuck with me (Ugh)
Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma
Own it 'til they bury him only twenty-nine
But I've been focused since thirty M (Ugh)
Wolf
Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz)
And like that (Uh) , we gone