Tyler, The Creator - Tricolor lyrics

The early chapters of my
Book included bus passes
Now it's tire traction off like fuck crashes
Ask him how?
Insurance higher than the lease bill
Run flats when the feet peel
Fish tail, the boy eats meals
Tummy ache from my cheap thrills
Granny hug the way the seat
Feel, on the left turn
Leave the neck burned
From the frost bit links, size
Of an earth worm
Wasted on last check earned
I’m, expecting this so it ain't odd, two 5’s
On the paint job, lactose, wide body
Fat ghost
Grannys watch over me when I act slow
Rev till I plateau
Keys sorted on the hip, jeff
Gordon is his mind
Life’s forza on the strip
Switch gears like I take breaths
Wish I had 8
Left 6 got skipped, went to 7th from the 5th
More advance than your average
I like coupes, two shit
When my friends pull up
Stops turn into a pageant
But until I get that enzo, it's chapter uno
But I know what that bus pass turned into
It's magic