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Tyler, The Creator - Answer lyrics

Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer

Hey Dad, it's me, um...
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
Dad isn't your name, see Faggot's a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any f**s to spare
You Nigerian f**, now I'm stuck with this sh**ty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case stairs
So you not being near f**ing fire-started my damn career
But f** it, I got Clancy, he, gave me the chance to see
A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But, s**s you ain't give a f** and consider a s**m donor now
The f** is an Okonma? I'm changing my sh** to Haley
And I ain't just being pa**ive, n***a.
You're a f**ing faggot, n***a.
Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't getting no pa**es, n***a?
But if I ever had the chance to ask this n***a
And call him...

I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Because when I call (When I call, baby)
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I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up)
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer

s** my f**ing dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish f**,
And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but f** it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone until November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I'd like to tell my grandma, but she's just nostalgia
I'll call her number
But she won't answer

I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Because when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you)
I hope you answer

You claim to hate my f**ing guts
But say I'm on an island in Thailand and I was wildin'
And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off salt water and f**ing coconuts
Phone ain't got no service this 3G is f**ing worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be f**ing nervous like me inside of a churches
But, I'mma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer.

That last verse was about this girl. Haha.

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