Torn from myself again
How will I inhabit this?
How to live in anything?
What state is this?
Fleeting, fallow time
I woke up in the night again

Release your hold on me
Ugly and gripping
Disconnect from my body
Won't be a black hole

I have trouble being in myself
Every creak and groan
That echoes through the house
Internalized
It's saltless and puzzling

Release your hold on me
Ugly and gripping
Disconnect from my body
Won't be a black hole

[Intro: Quadeca]
My favorite poem was the one I read to you
From the teleprompter on the tongue of my shoe
My flashbacks are a touch more resolute
Declaring thumb wars in the pocket of my suit

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Take it, take it all down, take me all apart
You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la carte
Take it all, just don't take it all to heart
Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh
Take it, uh, take me all apart
You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la carte
Takе it all, just don't take it all to heart
Thank God we turnеd the lights off, thank God, uh-uh

[Post-Chorus: Quadeca]
And what I never knew
I'd rather be inside my head than you
How many times? Well I couldn't count
'Cause it gets so deep and it goes so deep
I'm never pulling out

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
NYC, on a red eye free
'Cause they wanna take this and that
LLC, for the next LP and I'm never gonna give it back
Sleep-deprived on my return flight
Fixated 'bout my hold on you
I don't usually care for the doom in the air
But it's feeling kinda overdue

[Pre-Chorus: Quadeca]
My favorite poem's what I couldn't say to you
A joke that wasn't funny 'cause it's true
Flashbacks are a touch more resolute
So forgive me for the hesitant 'solute

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Take it, take it all down, take me all apart
You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte
Take it all, just don't take it all to heart
Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh

[Post-Chorus: Quadeca]
And what I never knew
I'd rather be inside my head than you
How many times?
I couldn't count
'Cause it gets so deep, I go so deep
I'm never pulling out

[Verse 2: brakence]
Took you south
Guess I got my jaw agape, now I'm a cotton mouth
Why do I feel so unsafe? What am I worried 'bout?
Got sedated sipping 80 proof
Skip the winter season like it's pay-per-view
It ain't you, I'm just caught up in my own shit, licking wounds
I know it isn't state of the art, but the plate's à la carte
Would you like course two?
(I don't really think I'm perfect)
And what I never knew
(I don't really think I'm—, I don't really think I'm perfect)
Could— could I be inside my head with you?
Freaked out tryna fuck you right
I know you never grade looks, still feel like a five
But you said if we make love and I start to cry that
I can let it all out, shouldn't rationalize but God damn
Do I deserve that you can't hear me now?
It just gets so deep, and it goes so deep
Now that I'm peering down

[Outro: Quadeca]
My favorite poem was the one I read to you
On the tongue of my shoe
Flashbacks are a touch more resolute
So forgive me, so please forgive me, ahh
Take me all apart
You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte
Take it all, just don't take it all to heart

[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]
That was new music from the soundtrack of the upcoming film
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