Jack and the Beanstalk歌词
歌手：Tyler, The Creator 专辑：Bastard
作词 : Derrick Johnson
作曲 : Derrick Johnson
They don't paint pictures, they just trace me
Odd Future, I'm your motha****ing sergeant
Nigga, I'm in charge, I **** with Freshjive
Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price
No barging, nigga that's a bargain
Cow print t-shirt like motha****ing dog
On the motha****ing farm with cockadoddle doodles
I'm making straight *****es ***** wet just like a noodle
And my **** must be dog food to these *****es' poodles
Felines on the free time, I'm tossing *****es' salads
And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
We was flying to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang ****
To Soho, Baby Milo so dope
The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane
Niggas get the picture, I see, why?
(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)
My nigga, no hook
No hook, **** a hook
Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
Mainly because I am not a ****ing HypeBeast
I think Supreme suck, we gnarly in our Nikes
I can wear some Wranglers, with a ****ing White T
Doo-rags to match, and I do sag
In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu pull over
Nigga, you pull over, **** a Rover Range
And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my ***** is strange
And I'm the only ****ing rapper without a chain
With a four finger ring like I can't spell my ****ing name
And I go to Obama rallies screaming out "McCain"
Them ignorant thrashing motha****ers is my gang
And the dirty Ladera, I can't forget where I came from
Nigga, you don't claim none, fun I am the teacher
White and black ***** like she's a motha****ing zebra
Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter
My nigga, no hook
No hook, **** a hook
(It's gold) The gold is in the back
(It's gold) The ***** is in the front
(It's gold) The beat's a ****ing bully
(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man
(Gold) The pink is in the sky
(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind
(It's gold) The mind is in my gold
The beat is turning old, so go
Synthesizer, I'm the motha****ing master
Nigga, I'm a bastard, I **** with chord keys
Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song
And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic
Nigga, you can bite this, unless you want to bite back
I didn't take my ****ing Ritalin, this is a hype track
HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit
I had you mother****ers eating salad like a fat *****
Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.M, banging on your FM
Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast
作曲 : Derrick Johnson
They don't paint pictures, they just trace me
Odd Future, I'm your motha****ing sergeant
Nigga, I'm in charge, I **** with Freshjive
Cause I get it, no charge, and BBC for the low price
No barging, nigga that's a bargain
Cow print t-shirt like motha****ing dog
On the motha****ing farm with cockadoddle doodles
I'm making straight *****es ***** wet just like a noodle
And my **** must be dog food to these *****es' poodles
Felines on the free time, I'm tossing *****es' salads
And I'm eating up they croutons, Erica to Milan
We was flying to Milan, was supposed to go to Bangkok
Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang ****
To Soho, Baby Milo so dope
The cocaine flow, niggas spit heat, propane
Niggas get the picture, I see, why?
(They don't paint pictures, they just trace me)
My nigga, no hook
No hook, **** a hook
Yo, beside me, nobody likes me
Mainly because I am not a ****ing HypeBeast
I think Supreme suck, we gnarly in our Nikes
I can wear some Wranglers, with a ****ing White T
Doo-rags to match, and I do sag
In fact, my hat is in tact with the Fubu pull over
Nigga, you pull over, **** a Rover Range
And I'm driving a unicorn, plus my ***** is strange
And I'm the only ****ing rapper without a chain
With a four finger ring like I can't spell my ****ing name
And I go to Obama rallies screaming out "McCain"
Them ignorant thrashing motha****ers is my gang
And the dirty Ladera, I can't forget where I came from
Nigga, you don't claim none, fun I am the teacher
White and black ***** like she's a motha****ing zebra
Candies in my pocket, I see you niggas on Easter
My nigga, no hook
No hook, **** a hook
(It's gold) The gold is in the back
(It's gold) The ***** is in the front
(It's gold) The beat's a ****ing bully
(Go home) The lyric's just a punk, man
(Gold) The pink is in the sky
(That shit's gold) The gold is in my mind
(It's gold) The mind is in my gold
The beat is turning old, so go
Synthesizer, I'm the motha****ing master
Nigga, I'm a bastard, I **** with chord keys
Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song
And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic
Nigga, you can bite this, unless you want to bite back
I didn't take my ****ing Ritalin, this is a hype track
HypeTrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit
I had you mother****ers eating salad like a fat *****
Drop it, Ace the Creator, O.F.M, banging on your FM
Ace the Creator, drop the drums, nigga, thank you to HypeBeast
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