Tyler, The Creator - Yamaka lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator - Yamaka lyrics]
Fucking Opposite Day, yeah
My heart beat slower
When we would hold hands in
The back of lawn's mower
The blood pressure going to
My penis got lower
Like the scores of some nigga
Kids testing for diplomas
Dreams about you spitting like a
Llama in a fucking
Odd Futurama where your last
Name would be Okonma
And where you deepthroating different pieces
I'm sorry but my fantasy is sicker than
A herpe in a coma this is what I'm known for
Ready? (Uh) We can get it hot and sweaty like a musty toaster, and the posters of you on my wall with the mouth cut out
So I have paper cuts on my balls
By the fucking time I pull out
Life is what you should doubt
'cause if I can't have you in the right way
I'm going left
And I doubt that that's a good route
Pleasure's either or, so if you're not
A whore, it's no worries, i can kill you and
Masturbate with your blouse (Scream)
Go ahead, scream, shout
'Twas was the night before we made
Love, not a creature was breathing
Not even a damn mouse
'Twas was the night before we made love
Not even a damn mouse
(Scream) alright
Hello, I'm Wolf, not even on any raping shit
'cause there's a million fucking ways that I
Can make you take this dick make you sick
And force you in a long term relationship
And with that said, let's begin with head
You brainy bitch
Three sixes like Gacy Dick diary
I got a bunch of kids
Aspiring to be an atheist
I'm hiring a bunch of fucking
Demons to do crazy shit
It's tiring when all these fucking
Christians are just hating shit (The irony)
Um, what's to live for? Ten whores?
Canon cameras to film hardcore porn in
The back of Supreme Stores?
Skateboard with four more niggas
In the same shit? Cult lead this earth
With the same niggas I came with
Bang with the Wolf Gang, fuck trust
Because in the end you'll find out you've
All been fucking the same bitch
And that's life
Motherfucking thrust her shit
Life's a bitch, i'm just trying to find a
Trunk to lock her in
Damn
My heart beat slower
When we would hold hands in
The back of lawn's mower
The blood pressure going to
My penis got lower
Like the scores of some nigga
Kids testing for diplomas
Dreams about you spitting like a
Llama in a fucking
Odd Futurama where your last
Name would be Okonma
And where you deepthroating different pieces
I'm sorry but my fantasy is sicker than
A herpe in a coma this is what I'm known for
Ready? (Uh) We can get it hot and sweaty like a musty toaster, and the posters of you on my wall with the mouth cut out
So I have paper cuts on my balls
By the fucking time I pull out
Life is what you should doubt
'cause if I can't have you in the right way
I'm going left
And I doubt that that's a good route
Pleasure's either or, so if you're not
A whore, it's no worries, i can kill you and
Masturbate with your blouse (Scream)
Go ahead, scream, shout
'Twas was the night before we made
Love, not a creature was breathing
Not even a damn mouse
'Twas was the night before we made love
Not even a damn mouse
(Scream) alright
Hello, I'm Wolf, not even on any raping shit
'cause there's a million fucking ways that I
Can make you take this dick make you sick
And force you in a long term relationship
And with that said, let's begin with head
You brainy bitch
Three sixes like Gacy Dick diary
I got a bunch of kids
Aspiring to be an atheist
I'm hiring a bunch of fucking
Demons to do crazy shit
It's tiring when all these fucking
Christians are just hating shit (The irony)
Um, what's to live for? Ten whores?
Canon cameras to film hardcore porn in
The back of Supreme Stores?
Skateboard with four more niggas
In the same shit? Cult lead this earth
With the same niggas I came with
Bang with the Wolf Gang, fuck trust
Because in the end you'll find out you've
All been fucking the same bitch
And that's life
Motherfucking thrust her shit
Life's a bitch, i'm just trying to find a
Trunk to lock her in
Damn