Tyler, The Creator - Slow It Down lyrics

We come through throbbin' like thunder storms Make them feets get wet and funky up in they under arms I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwin' bombs With the exclusive on the channel, b**h I know it's on n***as get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms s** a dick, eat salam gettin' they nails done in salons Hodgy Beats is like limp balm If you talk sh**, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms I got nice hands, n***as eat out my big palms Haters must be starvin' nowadays I make California Vietnam And I'm goin' to embalm my creativity Into a CD-rom, so you can feel this sh** up on Turn it up, where's the ba**? Bring the keys, yeah Turn it up, where's the ba**? Bring the keys, oh my God Turn it up n***a, where's the ba**? Could you bring the keys? Yeah Turn it up, n***a where's the ba**? Drop the drums =Pink chinchilla, cause I'm like Thrilla My t-shirts are bathin', a bathin' gorilla You n***as all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda But I ate that whole plate like a fat b**h dinner I'm never the winner, always the loser I don't choose to win, but I will choose her Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna I never use a fork I always spoon her Go nuts, instrumental flow much European model white b**h is eatin' donuts f** you f*ggots, I'm with a fat b**h Makin' sh** come like I'm go-go gadget I'm mental, it's instrumental Make your future therapist ask for dental records And I hope this record have you stabbin' n***as with colored pencils Turn it up, where's the ba**? Bring the keys, yeah Turn it up, where's the ba**? Bring the keys, oh my God Turn it up n***a, where's the ba**? Could you bring the keys? Yeah Turn it up, n***a where's the ba**? Drop the drums Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces You're feelin' life, I'll mug your teachers I've got m**ms crawlin' on Jesus I f**ed Kelly, where is Regis? Found Alicia, now she keyless Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless Murdered every bod from my squad So technically, now I'm teamless, O.F. is so prestigious