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TYLER THE CREATOR lyrics : "Garbage"

Hello, I'm a salesman sorta giant
I sell Molly and Mary and other various items
One time one guy came to where I'm residing

And I didn't invite him,
So instead tried to fight him
I got violent

Long story short he's not breathing
For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting
Couldn't stop the addiction, and the irony is

A couple junkies went missing and I know right where they're hiding

Dope in the bag, pretty (*##$ on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Dope in the bag, pretty (*##$ on the side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high

Dope in the bag, pretty (*##$ on the side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Dope in the bag, pretty (*##$ on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high
Dope in the bag, pretty (*##$ on the side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high


Task force poured into my fortress
Found some lipstick, a couple corpses

(*##$es was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm
I'm ripping sockets out like I had $#&@ing problems with arms
They found a couple portraits on the porch

But they don't check up under the floor
It's bodies and hotties and we was raging I'm gauging a shotty
Hit so many (*##$es I was pimping like Scotty

I'm a bull, red, piss me off
Like that lipstick position when she kissed me
So I bit them off, they was too soft, I'm a Wolf

And a designer mixing skin cotton leather and wool
And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods
Baking cake cause its good, I mean I would if I could

But I like playing dress up and mix match
Sorry I'mma 'fess up, you aren't getting your kids back


Dope in the bag, pretty (*##$ on the side
I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high


What's in my trunk?
White, girl
What's in my trunk?

White, girl

You need a warrant, officer

You could say I kill them, if my product doesn't
Couple ba!@&(t stairs where I drug them, down
It's pretty disgusting, finger crush your face

I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood
Nosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven

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