Tyler, The Creator - I Ain't Got Time lyrics

[Intro: Shane Powers] Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio (God I love this sample) We're going to dance And exercise And have some fun [Chorus] I ain't got time for these n***as Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this b**h, lookin' like a seminar Who the f** you talkin' to muhf**a? Boy I ain't got time for these b**hes Better throw a clock at these hoes Have these hoes in this b**h lookin' for a waterhose Who the f** you talking to, muhf**a? Boy I ain't got time [Verse 1] Boy, I need a Kleenex How I got this far? Boy, I can't believe it That I got this car, so I take the scenic Pa**enger a white boy, look like River Phoenix First, happy birthday You b**h a** n***a, yup I'm thirsty Them little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me I ain't f** with you b**h a** in the first place [Chorus] I ain't got time for these n***as Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this b**h, lookin' like a seminar Who the f** you talkin' to muhf**a? Boy I ain't got time for these b**hes Better throw a clock at these hoes Have these hoes in this b**h lookin' for a waterhose Who the f** you talking to, muhf**a? Boy I ain't got time [Verse 2] Nat Turner would be so proud of me 'Cause all these muhf**as got they style from me I bet they all looking from the crowd at me And if I ask them, they would bow at me But you're a house n***a, so you don't know How that sh** go, with my big lips and my big nose And my big dick and my short hair 'Cause you already know how slow my sh** grow [Bridge] (Hey) Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock [Verse 3] Been the man with a pickle plan, n***as know the dill When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil' Next line will have 'em like "Woah" I've been kissing white boys since 2004 One me, two feet, three mmms Four, five, six years ago s**ed Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized 'Cause Vans f**ed up I'ma read commas, you gon' leave comments Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada You ain't important I'ma keep sporting All smiles over here Shout out to The Garden (Tick tock) And that's a fact boy And I just handle all my business like a chess board (Tick tock, tick, tock) Watch ya neck boys, is that them Golf boys? That's my muthaf**in' set, boy Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda Walk weird 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda With a Skywalker, riding 'round solar Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola I'm getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster Everything I say is hot, b**h I speak toaster And I break orthodox like I eat kosher Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa What's that thick odor? Young Millie T A young, focused black boy, oh silly me (I ain't got time!) [Verse 4] Better talk sh** 'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf sh** Pants got a lil flood, n***a pipe down I'm Lil Boosie way I wipe down (Boy I ain't got time!) Yeah right now 'Cause n***as dying every day and I ain't light brown And i-D ain't wanna give a n***a no post So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue (n***a I ain't got time!) [Outro] Listen man, I'm that boy All you little n***as clones Boy I fill that void You better k** that noise Turn around and remap route When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth Tick, Tock Tick, Tock Tick, Tock "f**... Hello"