Tyler, The Creator - Odd Toddlers lyrics

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Tyler, The Creator - Odd Toddlers lyrics

Hello, the Hype is so Mellow b**h I'm dope and my pipe is so yellow The blue polka dots, pink stripes and it's pink on the title n***a f** your role model b**h, I'm my own idol and If you can't face it my n***a, you can a** it My accessorize accessories bring out my a**ets n***a they sound on acid, tablets Stussy's G-Shock with my custom pair of 3D gla**es I suffer from ADHD I should win a f**in' award for bein' me Beat bangin' the tom-toms My producer selection is fresh n***a, f** Vons Ace the Underdog, thrown 'em on the back bender Cause I change my outfit more than transs**uals change gender Eating Belgium waffles with Italian biscotts I sold my soul to the devil for thirty percent off And to you emo kids who walk around pissed off Step one: pull your panties down and start to piss off Step two: run to your radio, turn this sh** off n***a didn't bother, so my father didn't help So when my mom would beat my a**, she would always hit me With Gucci belts, Gucci imprint from leather welts I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan I'm your favorite rapper fan, it's an honor to shake my hand On the wall, tall on excursions, I'm a virgin of swap meets I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure I'm dope, where the fiends at? Aight, where the jeans at? They had the cooler t-shirt at Supreme And they see me they play pictionary I got a good way with words like a dictionary And in that dictionary my name is Bob Fresh They at the same spot they making no progress Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy Of a process, eargasms they have 'em The hotels we stayin' in twelve star Tyler say "Yo Casey just write a twelve bar" If I'm with twelve people, I'm with twelve stars You haters what up, you Gods They against us, oh no Red and white diamonds, Supreme box logo