[Part I]

[Verse 1]
I like my girls skinny with brains
I like my hoodies fucked with Lame
I like my friends imaginary with no names
And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame
Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
Tried to find ammo but it's none around town
So I went Down South but I ended up North
Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch
And of course, my car's off course
You're so white, my blinkers don't work
I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you
Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce (Damn)
You make a nigga sing songs nice
You make a nigga's night turn day
And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello (Hi)
I want to eat you out like jello
And mess with your body like the bass and the cello
And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom with–? (Nigga, hell no!)
Fuck (Shit!) and another one, there goes another one

[Chorus]
Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)
Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)

[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator & Sarah]
Maybe? (No)
Maybe? (I'm sorry)
Maybe? (I got a date)
Maybe? (Where's your dad?)

[Verse 2]
I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me
But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's
I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement
Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

[Interlude: Tyler, the Creator & Sarah]
Tyler, what are you doing?
Shut the fuck up!
Uh-umm…
Shut the fuck-, you gon', you gon' fuckin' love me, bitch
Uhh…
Or I'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head
Mmph!

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator & Sarah]
But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek
In private, not public in the streets
And your cupcake I would eat and your toes
'Cause I got a big fetish with the feet
I just want somebody I can see
You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me
I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much
Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (Someone help me!)
Now this shit is turning to a habit
I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way
And truthfully girl you really make my day
I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay
And I can't even look the other way
Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive
L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'
And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role
Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold
And I was in loath, I would never get over you (Help me! Help me!), ever, Sarah

[Chorus]
Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)
(Maybe) Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
Well maybe Cupid won't miss (Blaow!)

[Segue]
You're my lady, you taste so good (Oh no!)
You're my lady, be my lady (Oh no!)
You'll be with me forever (Oh no, blaow!)
I love you, Sarah (Oh no, yes!)

[Part II]

[Verse 4]
Half your body laying on my chest
The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast
And I'ma just take another guess
Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
Am I crazy? Maybe
But fucked up is how I been lately
Shit, I don't give a fuck
Your family looking for you, wish 'em good luck
Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy
Now you stuck up in my mothafuckin' basement all bloody
And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy
Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?

[Refrain]
What did you want from me?
What did you want from me?

[Outro]
(Police!)
I gave you everything
(Police!)
But, I guess I wasn't the one
(This is the police! Open the door!)
I don't know, I don't know
(Open the goddamn door! We have you surrounded, motherfucker!)
(Open up or we'll barge right in!)
Fuck it, Blaow!

Качается ель печально в окне
Кончается день, дичает апрель
Прижала к стеклу сухую ладонь
Позвали к столу, но останусь с тобой
Не нужен обед – я больше не ем
Уже много лет тебя рядом нет
Тебя рядом нет, но где-то ты есть
Пускай не сейчас, не со мной и не здесь

Ты так же как я не любишь родных
И так же как я ты злишься на них
Они как мои, не такие, как ты
Дешевые мысли, фальшивые рты
То страшные яды в дежурных словах
То жалкие взгляды побитых собак
На наших родных зловредная грязь
Их нужно отмыть, их нужно украсть

Мы возьмем их в плен, посадим на цепь
Запрём на кухне, связав руки сзади
Сломить их дух – это наша цель
Понятно, что с этим не справиться за день
Нужно лишить их базовых чувств
Чтоб не могли ни слышать, ни видеть
И в тёмной тиши я их научу
Как надо жить, и я не шучу

Но ты в ответ на мой план говоришь
Что всё это бред и фантазии лишь
Что так сгоряча не рубят с плеча
Что я одичалая, как саранча
Они люди близкие, как ни крути
И я не смогу на такое пойти
А если смогу – дорога потом
Либо в колонию, либо в дурдом

А я скажу в ответ: ты не напугал
Твой ценный совет мне никуда не упал
И вообще тебя нет, ты выдуман мной
И всё что ты скажешь – фактически ноль
Все эти слова придумала я
Мечтая одна, застыв у окна
А в этом окне качается ель
Кончается день, дичает апрель