[Part I]

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & Sarah]

I like my girls skinny with brains

I like my hoodies fucked with Lame

I like my friends imaginary with nonames

And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

So I went Down South but I ended up North

Up top sitting on Cloud 9's white porch

And of course, my car's off course

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you

Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)

You make a nigga sing songs nice

You make a nigga's night turn day

And you make the flowers sing say turn gray yellow

It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)

I want to eat you out like jello

And mess with your body like the bass and the cello

And tell your mom I said hello

You wanna go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)

Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one

(Tyler, The Creator, O.F.)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

Another love song about shit

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)

Another love song about shit

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator & Sarah]

Maybe? (No)

Maybe? (I'm sorry)

Maybe? (I got a date)

Maybe? (How's your dad?)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me

But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator & Sarah]

Tyler, what are you doing?

Shut the fuck up!

Uh-umm…

Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch

Uhh…

Or I'ma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Mmph!

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & Sarah]

But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek

In private, not public in the streets

And your cupcake I would eat and your toes

'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet

I just want somebody I can see

You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me

I'm serious (I love you), I don't ask for much

Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)

Now this shit is turning to a habit

I'm the Burger King, I gotta have it my way

And truthfully, girl, you really make my day

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

And I can't even look the other way

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'

And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role

Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch, it's gold

And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

Another love song about shit

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)

(Maybe) Another love song about shit

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]

You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)

You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)

You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)

I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)

[Part II]

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]

Half your body laying on my chest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

And I'ma just take another guess

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Am I crazy? Maybe

But fucked up is how I been lately

Shit, I don't give a fuck

Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Now you stuck up in my motherfuckin' basement all bloody

And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy

Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?

[Refrain: Tyler, The Creator]

What did you want from me?

What did you want from me?

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]

(Police!)

I gave you everything

(Police!)

But, I guess I wasn't the one

(This is the police! Open the door)

I don't know, I don't know

(Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker)

(Open up or we'll barge right in)

Fuck it, blaow!