It's all my fault
Everything is wrong with me
What's wrong with me?

You're in my head
Growing like a bad week
A bad week

And oh
You're perfect for a guy like me
A guy like me

No, I never had a chance
With a girl like you

'Cause, oh
You're perfect
In every single way

You're perfect
In everything you do
In everything you say

I'm not here
Even though you see me
You can see me

I'm hollow
My insides are empty
They're empty

It's all my fault
For going and falling in love with you
Even though I told myself I shouldn't
And I knew that if I did, it would only cause
Years of pain

But I did it anyway
I went and I fell in love
With a girl who's perfect for me
She'd be perfect for anyone
But I wish she was with me

And she'll probably hear this
But I can't tell her it's about her
I'll just have to hope she knows
I'll have to hope she knows

It's all my fault
I should've cut her off
When I had the chance

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I don't want you thinking I love you 'cause I stay
Girl, I really like you and happy we got laid
I think about your windows like four times in a day
I'm a pervert with a purpose, like priest who just got saved
Kissing, kissing, I'm on a mission of licking
The holy grail of your body, when you be pissin'
This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen
I come quicker than pitches from Sammy Sosa, you hoping I'm joking, but first

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face
But that won't happen 'til I blow my load
I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face
But that won't happen 'til I blow my load

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Your pussy tighter than door hinges, I munch you like sandwiches
But not any more 'cause I'm on tour, so
Look: FaceTime your clit, I will jack off my dick
I go hard, shit, I might need ice pack on my wrist
We fucking, I'm pumping, you know it's coming, bust in a couple of seconds
I'm sweating, I leave you slumped in the back of my truck, butt naked
Suck it out of me, I leave you with nuttin', get it?
This is what you wanted, this is what you came for

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face
But— blow my load

[Interlude: Syd & Tyler, The Creator]
There's something 'bout the way you pick your cherries (You blow me away)
With your cherry (Cherry Bomb)
Make me feel like 4th of July (Can't breathe)
Cherry (You light my fireworks)
There's something 'bout the way you pick your cherries (You blow me away)
With your cherry bomb

[Outro: Shane Powers]
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I see
The ways that I have grown sometimes
No longer tall and leaving
Moving away from that old delineation
And will you be
Comfortable inside of me
The house creaks
The tired strings are breathing dust
Oh will you be
Comfortable inside of me
That oblique sheen of a thing
Not beaked or hushed

Will you grow close and full?
We will, we will, we will