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• Artiste: Tyler The Creator
• Titre: Safari
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Destination: remote We done been everywhere Only thing we ain't traveled Is time (Yo) The boy records smell like bleach I can travel where I want I'm accustomed clearin' customs It ain't custom, I don't come Flee the bird to the truck I said "au revoir" to the stewardess Border control, that's some stupid shit Stayin' at home, I hate Runaway love but I'm no Ludacris Sippin' on mint tea, take my shoes off Then we take off then I snooze off Until I land where I'm foreign And I wake up, have to droop off Got my passport in my weak hand I'ma cool off, get a sweet tan Loafers filled with beach sand We climbed 'til we found the peace sign Fuck all the checks and the calls, get a passport See the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurt Niggas get bread and won't leave, shit is backwards Start with your feet then a car then a airport Get out your bubble gum Blow up horizons, sun Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba Or land in a borough, Gerard got the brioche Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week Take my nephews out to Nice, they like "Who?" I'm like, "Oui," ha Legendary (Find me) World-renowned Globally recognized Catch us if you can (Baby, you should find me) Are you keepin' up? (Find) Once in a lifetime (Baby, you should find me) This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide Speakin' matter-of-factly (Baby, you should find me) We're just light years ahead (You said that it was you I saw with another in my place) Yeah Every car retarded, the garage look like a loony bin What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (Ugh) I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN Clutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (Ugh) Huh, took that GRAMMY home, couldn't lose again The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (Ugh) Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga, loop me in Like who that young, rich, handsome nigga with the gooey skin? (Ugh) Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin' (Ugh) Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it's Baudelaire Wolfie though The felines name him Alf for how long he eat the— (Pussy) wait a minute (Ugh) Pink loafers scuff quickly, Fiat cost a buck sixty I'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fuck with me (Ugh) Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury him Only twenty-nine but I've been focused since thirty M (Ugh) Wolf Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz) And like that (Uh), we gone