Artist: Tyler, the Creator Album: Bastard Song: Sarah Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Tyler, the Creator] 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 sittin 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 tryin to let the force be with you, I get you Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce You make a nigga sing songs nice You make a nigga nighttime 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? (Nigga hell no) Fuck (shit) and another one There goes another one (Tyler the Creator, O.F.) [Chorus: repeat 2X] Another love song about shit And I'll be rich if I get another diss Or maybe Cupid won't miss (BLAOW!) [Interlude] Baby (no) Baby (I'm sorry) Baby (I got a date) Baby (whatever) [Tyler, the Creator] 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 her hairs full of X 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 (Tyler, what are you...?) Shut the fuck up! Shut up, you gonna fuckin love me bitch or I'ma fuckin put this gun in your fuckin head But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek in private, not public in the streets And your cupcake how we 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 axe for much Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch (You're gonna kill me!) Now this shit is turnin 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 attracting, L-O-L laughing You're a gold Oscar and I'm just acting 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 ever, Sarah [Chorus] [Tyler, the Creator] You're my lady, you taste so good {*sirens*} Oh baby, be my baby, O.F., forever I loved you, Sarah Half your body layin on my chest the rest is in my stomach, that's includin your breast And I'ma just take another guess Now you probably wishin 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 lookin for you, wish 'em good luck Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy Now you stuck up in my motherfuckin basement all bloody And I'm fuckin your dead body, your coochie all cummy Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me? What did you want from me? What did you want from me? I gave you everything, but {*knocking*} guess I wasn't the one (this is the police!) (Open the door) I don't know (you God damn) (know you're surrounded) Well (fucker) (Open up or we'll barge in, right in) {*click-clack*} BLAOW!!