Artist: Tyler, the Creator f/ Syd tha Kyd Album: Cherry Bomb Song: Blow My Load Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Tyler, the Creator] I don't want you thinkin' I love you cause I stay Girl I really like you and happy we got laid I think about your windows like two times in a day I'm a pervert with a purpose like priests who just got saved Kissin', kissin', I'm on a mission of lickin' The holy grail of your body when you be kissin', missus This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen I come quicker than pitches from Sammy Sosa, you hopin' I'm jokin' but first [Chorus: Tyler, the Creator] I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it Screamin' "Stop it", don't you fake it, wanna tape it, grab my camera Nine months later with a Tyler baby But that won't happen 'til I blow, my load [Chorus] [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 an ice pack on my wrist When we fuckin', I'm pumpin', you know it's comin', bust in a couple of seconds I'm sweatin', I leave you slumped in the back of my truck, butt naked Suck it out of me, I leave you with nothin', get it? This is what you wanted, this is what you came for [Chorus] [Interlude: Syd tha Kyd] There's somethin' 'bout the way you move, with your cherry, cherries There's somethin' 'bout the way you move, with your cherry [Tyler, the Creator - over Interlude] You, blow, me, a-way, with, your, cherry Make me feel like a fool, but you louder You light my fire, word But you, blow, me, a-way, with, your, cherry [Syd tha Kyd] La, la-la, la-la La, la-la, la-la La, la-la [Outro: radio personality - over Syd tha Kid] That was new music from the soundtrack of the upcoming film {*car horn*} Be caller eight to win tickets to the triple feature Moon Theatres tonight Three back to back to back movies at the Moon Theatres tonight Be the eighth caller, only on Golf Radio ("G-O-L-F, G-O-L-F, it's Golf Radiooooo")