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Tyler, The Creator

I THINK Tyler, The Creator (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
(Skate, fuck, skate, fuck, skate, fuck, skate, fuck)

I don't know where I'm going
But I know what I'm showing
Feelings, that's what I'm pouring
What the fuck is your motive?
And I wish you would call me, by your name 'cause I'm sorry
This is not apology, you are such a distraction
Mess with Tion, off
Fuckin' up my ambiance, pause
You drive me cukoo and I cough
'Cause I want you like Leon Ware
Ok, say dinner (fuck that) ok, wait a minute
Hydrate that shit, I am on water
While curiosity killed the feline, gone

I think I'm falling in love
This time I think it's for real
I think I'm falling in love
This time I think it's for real
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?

I notice that you're there, I'm always in your head
You're always in my mind, Mister, so

Wasted, boy, I need your attention
I'm off balance, I need some fixin'
I'm your puppet, you are Jim Henson
Fall in love now
I think I'm falling in love
This time I think it's for real
I think I'm falling in love
This time I think it's for real
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
How can I tell you? Take 'em to the bridge

I think I'm falling in love
This time I think it's for real
I think I'm falling in love
This time I think it's for real

(Fuck, skate, fuck, skate)

Composição: Bibi Mascel/Tyler Okonma/Bodiono Nkono Télesphore





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