I wouldn't know what to do
If I lost you
I don't know what i'd do
without you

I can't describe how I feel
When I see you
It's like all of my
Problems wash away

You are the most beautiful
Girl i've ever seen
You are my missing puzzle piece
You complete me

And heaven is a place here on earth
When i'm with you
And i'd do anything just to
Hold you

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

I love you
I love you
Yes I do
I love you
I love you
You know I do
I love you

[Intro]
When
When you walked to him
Caught a second wind
I'll keep you safe and sound
There's a place that I found
I can keep you in

[Chorus]
I'll put you under my skin
Keep you safe from him
There's a place I found
That I can keep you in
I'll keep you under my skin

[Bridge]
When you walked to him
Caught another glimpse
I'll keep you safe and sound
There's a place I found
That I can keep you in

[Chorus]
I'll put you under my skin
I'll keep you safe from him
I'll put you under my skin
I'll put you under my skin
I'll keep you under my skin

[Outro]
Yeah
Said I won't kill again, baby I will repent
Said I'd be there for you, and still I am, uh
I'll be there in spirit, I'll be there in spirit
There's a song that belongs to you, if you care to hear it
If you find me under your skin again
Maybe we can be friends
Maybe that'd make too much sense
Those eyes redundant, you're still incensed, uh
So why would you come to me right after I built a fence?
If I hide you under my skin again
Maybe we can pretend, that it wouldn't make too much sense
For the place we're in
I'll keep you under my skin

[Intro: Bunny Sigler]
"Yeah!"
"You feel alright?"
"Yeah!"

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
God, goodness gracious
I can't wait to see the look on y'all niggas faces
That boy T nuts, surprised his thoughts isn't chafing
And fuck them crackers up at Mountain Dew, them niggas is racist
Cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook
So I told 'em that I'll exchange the word "faggot" with "book"
And all them "books" is pissed off and had they page in a bunch
Fucking attitude switched just like a "book" when it struts
But I'm a fraud, I pray to God when the six triple "book" bashing
While me and my favorite author's lips tickle
Peter Parker pick a pack of peppers when the plot thickens
Tyler, The Creator fucking kill you with a popsicle
Cold blooded, so we rock mittens so they won't find him
Not kidding, keep the Tommy on me; bitch, I'm Ms. Pickles
Said I seemed off, last time that team talked
Sick of making niggas cabbage so I took the 'Preme off
Should've bought some stock in it (Yo, it's fucked up, I get it, put a sock in it)
Not Golf when the little homies don't—wait, let's weigh my options
I bought me a mansion, and bought some attention
Ain't give none to Hopsin, and dear Boyce Watkins
Why you mad? It's the slave in me
It's facts, boy, I'm back like Rosa Parks's least favorite seat
Videos, stage dives, popups, they watching T
While y'all niggas watching the throne, the throne be watching me

[Interlude: Shane Powers, Tyler, The Creator, Bunny Sigler]
"If you fuck this up... There are so many fucking kids right now, listening to this guy."
("Yeah!"—"You feel alright?"—"Yeah!")
"Get those wings flapping, motherfucker! 'Cause this kid's ready to fucking fly."
("Yeah!"—"You feel alright?"—"Yeah!")
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, nigga, nigga on the wall
Rap bars, jail bars, die or shoot a basketball
Tyler, the dark skin arrested in Austin
Cops know who I was cause their kids said the show was awesome
("Yeah!"—"You feel alright?"—"Yeah!")
"Tyler, Tyler, I swear to—I swear to fuck! If you fucking... Do not fuck this up! You have the whole world in your fucking hands."
("Yeah!"—"You feel alright?"—"Yeah!")

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
How many leaders in the house?
Well can somebody bring the mirrors out? I'm getting lonely
Likes and apologies and snaps make it obvious
That everybody on this fucking planet lacking confidence
How many leaders in the house? (Do not fuck this up!)
Well can somebody bring the camera out so I can film me?
T a great director, niggas' vision must be blurry
Boy, I get them epic shots like jaywalking in Missouri
Wait, how many leaders in the house?
Well can somebody bring my album out so I can hear one?
Pour me a drink, shit, I don't know what to think
Cause all these niggas leaning like they Forest Whitaker's blink
Wait, how many leaders in the house?
See why nobody got they hands up? See, that's the issue