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TYLER THE CREATOR lyrics : "PIMP SLAPS"

[verse 1]
my window is a book and i'm a $#&@in' crook
stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

and if my mother answer, i'll ask her
what she wants on 25th because i'm chillin' with prancer
rudolph, adolf, hitler

rollin' with nineteen 88′s like it's 1988
but my speakers are bleedin', the doctor's in uniform
$#&@ cars i have a damn unicorn

that flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money
where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies
where donuts equal water, inhalers and mushrooms

and we don't have cars, we have balloons and we zoom through
sound and the bass is astoundin'
the snare plays square no roundin'

major ninth chords tower synth like it's yao ming
kobe, imaginary friends, $#&@ homies (they don't know me)
the tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't %#@! this

with my donald trump hair piece you're an apprentice
you're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick
if you think you can spit then i am the $#&@in' dentist

my visions that i record, the instruments i adore
the happiness that i hoard (can't be bought) at liquor stores
you !@$)gots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

and they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore
you can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door
$#&@ dogs, i roll around with my pet dinosaur

yeah, hodgy beats (drop it)

[verse 2]

$#&@ dogs, walk around with a pet dinosaur
wing flaps on the back of my pet rhinosaur
gold chains, 24, ^!$$%s must be shinin' more

the money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

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