Tyler The Creator Thought I Was Dead Lyrics
I don’t wanna be found (Mm, uh)
I don’t wanna be down (Mm, uh)
I don’t wanna be found (Mm, uh)
I don’t wanna be down (Mm, uh)
I don’t wanna be found (Woo)
I don’t wanna be down (Oh, you know Tyler, his talk)
I don’t wanna be found (I’m so sick of these niggas)
I don’t wanna be down (They don’t know you)
White boys mockin’ this shit and y’all mad at me? You can suck my d**k
Pull up old tweets, pull up old t-shirts, all that, I moonwalk over that b****
C-T check like the fit got dirty
I was young man when a n**** hit thirty
I was one mill’, then a n**** hit thirty
B****, you ain’t Coco Gauff, you can’t serve me
N****s runnin’ they mouth, keep it airtight
I’ma crash shit out ‘til my hair white
I got too much drive, I’m a terabyte
I got a big ol’ head, I ain’t like these n****s
Uh, uh, don’t put me with these n****s
I don’t ha-ha, ki-ki with these n****s
Loiter Squad, baby, I don’t be with these n****s
Same boys with me since way back back then
Everything I said, I do, I did
Talk my shit, I sure damn will
You don’t like that shit? I’s do it again
Five in the morning, I be hating on shit
Ten in the evening, I be hating on shit
Ten years later, mighta changed my mind, I’m a fake-ass b****, don’t kill me
I’m a hypocrite, ain’t no way, really
I’m a big troll, ha-ha, I’m silly
If you know about being better than them n****s that you hate
You ain’t good at shit, you can’t feel me
Talk your one-trick, goat, I’m billy
Shoutout papa, he for real
Know ten Vs, he pop for real
Had to call him like, “Stop and chill”
Look, I tries to be out the way
I like the fun with the lay
I like some truth in my space
Young n****s friendly and fake
“That’s big bro,” how, when y’all met yesterday?
This feel pointed and aims
Why am I filled with this hate? Got freedom in every way
Y’all wanna take what I got but y’all do not got what it takes
I don’t wanna be found, ya hoe
I don’t wanna be down, ya hoe
I don’t like comin’ around, ya hoe
I will not knock-knock at your door
Just me, that’s what I said
Trav’, these n****s is fed’
Me, I hold my head
These n****s thought I was dead
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