Tyler, The Creator - Sarah lyrics

I like my girls skinny with brains I like my hoodies f**ed with lane I like my friends imaginary with no names And I make music for the f** 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 tryna let the force, be with you, I get you Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce You make a n***a sing songs nice You make a n***a's night turn day And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow It s**s that I didn't get the chance to say hello I wanna eat you out like jello And mess with your body like the base and the cello And tell your mom I said hello, you wanna go to prom? (n***a hell no!) f** (sh**) and another one, and on another one Another love song about sh** And I'll be rich if I get another diss And maybe Cupid won't miss I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't f** with me But she will f** with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's I wanna tie her body up and throw her in my basement Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went (Tyler, what you doin'?) Shut the f** up You gon' f**in' love me b**h But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek In private, not public in the streets And your cupcake I will 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 gotta love me I'm serious, I don't ask for much Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch Now this sh** 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 k** 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 attractive L-O-L laughin', you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin' And I want your sin in my hole, and have our kids play supportin' role Climbin' up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, b**h it's gold And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, Sarah Another love song about sh** And I'll be rich if I get another diss And maybe Cupid won't miss Half your body layin' on my chest The rest is in my stomach, that's includin' your breast And I'mma just take another guess Now you probably wishin' that you woulda said yes Am I crazy? Maybe, but f**ed up is how I been lately sh**, I don't give a f**, your family lookin' for you, wish 'em good luck b**h, you tried to play me like a dummy Now you stuck up in my motherf**in' basement all bloody And I'm f**in' your dead body, your coochie all cummy Lookin' in your dead eyes, what the f** you want from me? What did you want from me? What did you want from me?