Tyler - Slater lyrics

Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D. Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs sh**, now I kick it in the 'burbs Me? I'm from the slums, n***as who pushing tons Tons of d**, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums Momma done made her one, a witty son With no respect for women so-so, show me your titties hun "You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty something Okay I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one I wild out at shows, break sh** it should be fun Venues are like p**y with me, "Should he cum?" I'ma wax that like the chap stick in my backpack, for my black lips Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese A stack of cheese for these rats, Mac and Cheese New Preme sh** got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees f** critics, (How's your dick?), "sh**, How's your knees?" Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee Came up with 'Rella', ain't touch a bag of weed sh** was doper than, Whitney Houston's needs Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Ay!", getting TU, OF, indeed We was missing Sweatshirt like, where's the hooded sleeve Okay, nevermind, we found him, yeah Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D. Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs sh**, now I kick it in the 'burbs Guess I win, checks started cashing in I stopped rapping and started asking "Where my f**ing pa**ion is?" Probably where that f*ggot went (who?), Tyler talking father problems Shocky sh** he spit to popping topics in a gossip column I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy boy, listening to Cowboy Aye boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (ay!) AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all n***as played as a tot's toy Have a good day as I annoy, oy Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D. Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs sh**, now I kick it in the 'burbs Cameras with panorama's views My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicans with crackers in Alabama G-O-to the-L-F, this O-F, I open a store so I don't stress But n***a I, (What?), mosh in gardens, jazz punk sh** Playing chords, making up sh**, pardon my Dolly Parton's And I keep sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different colors n******gs think I started kindergarten My b**h is on my handle bars (I just wanna ride my bike) Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My b**h is on my handle bars Hair blowing in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars Hair blowing in the wind My b**h is on my handle bars (I just wanna ride my bike) Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My b**h is on my handle bars Hair blowing in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars My cool summer never ends My b**h is on my handle bars Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater Oh my God, seriously? Mister cool guy You're talking to a f**ing bike, loser, hehe Oh f**