[Hook]
I got these (*##$es brewin'
$#&@in' up my gold pots


[Verse 1]
You like my songs, I like your tits

But deep down, I don't really like you (*##$
You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong
But (*##$ you dumb as $#&@ to right from wrong

(Left) You're on my bed, but Simon's red
Now Simon says get the $#&@ out my life
Cause you're not my wife, (*##$ you're a stand for this night

And you could be a stab for this knife
I'm seventeen, you're twenty-six
You're a divorced !@#% and you can't suck dick

You dropped outta college, you can't pay %#@!
But I'm broke as $#&@ too (*##$, we on the same boat
Where's my inhaler? I think I'm gonna puke

Cause I can't believe I lost my virginity to you
Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too
But I guess I'm just gonna make this fish stew because


[Hook]


[Verse 2]
(*##$ shake your $$#, shake it until the wet sweat
Crawls right down the crack of your $$#

Booty meets snack, back that $$# up
Until you come back up and lick my sack up
I'm Tyler the Creator, hang with thrashers and skaters

I do sound like Darth Vader
But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin
I think you and your friends

Should come with me to get your salad tossed
Cause when I make this stew
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because


[Hook]


[Outro]
I got these (*##$es brewin' inside of my gold pots
And there's wet #~!!@ on my face shake that $$#

And don't make vibrations stop