Heart of Gold lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]:
All right guys, um... (right motherf*cker)
Look, I'm not gonna lie, some of you guys need extra credit (i don't n*gga I'm smart)
It's the end of the semester, school's about to be out (f*ck school, im dropping out)
And really, some of you guys aren't even passing, so.. (n*gga I gotta Z)
Today I'm going to give you guys a free write
You guys have 5 minutes to write about anything you want (f*ck five, n*gga)
So, uhh.. Get out a paper and pencil and get started.. (can I have a pen motherf*cker?)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Bass hit snaps yo back cracks front no football punt apple jacks no sin
Always out the motherf*cking box, no in
Don’t have a religion, ignorant no sin
Begin my book first page no end
Talk to that piano no friends
We don’t try n*gga, just natural
The mothaf*cking cloud feels good pterodactyl
f*ck tourrettes like pronouncing Tara backwards
Never been cool I just act natural
It’s a shame, mellow hype tame
Hodgy, Casey V, after that MellowHype came (Yes, sir)
And at heart we are all lames
At that brain we’re left and at this we’re best
I’m the teacher, so the students go ahead and test
Kinda like ninth grade when ugly b*tches grew breasts
Kinda…..
I'm Waldo Find them soul, California rush I got a heart made of gold
At the end your b*tch rainbow
Leprechaun I told that pus*y did clove
I got a heart made of gold
Umm… I got a heart made of gold
Hey, yo, Domo, hit ‘em
[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
I’m so 24 karat, heart made of gold
With subway lines dropping weight like Jared
n*gga I’m (arid?)
No stress bowflex get buff choke 'em till they go deaf
No rest switch teams and I’m still hot
Cuz everything I touch is golden
Jill Scott, pill pop
Swallow my stylow
Mr. Low Blow so ho lady me low
Explode all on your eardrums
Sex in that headphone about to make your ear c*m
Here comes the Odd Future Rookie
Breaking n*ggas off like n*ggas share a cookie
Go book me I need to perform more
Cuz I’m raging like teenage hormones
And maybe a jail is what I board on
Cuz it’s death to any beat I record on
He got a heart made of gold
He got a heart made of gold

[Interlude]
Hey yo-sh*t-I’m half asleep and sh*t-f*ck it yall

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Um… I’m ill, I’m sick, no lie I’m sick
I need my f*cking meds
A cute b*tch that gives head
That only loves me for money
Didn't hear a f*cking word I said
Gold digging
(Semi?) gold digging
Freestyles written, urine, sh*ttin
f*ck it, p*ssing
Left Brain on the loop turn sh*t
No coupe it isn’t (turn it?)
That's cool
I’m living, smile every day
You wanna go away, I wanna go up
But how do I do that when I do not give a f*ck
Let me rethink while I reheat up my lunch
In-fin
Stop, begin
[Verse: 4 Domo Genesis]
One of a kind
A mile high stood out
Be raped, I went in and didn’t pull out
Mixtape is deaf, when it’s put out
I’m real, my down fall is what you should doubt
The Genesis, is winning sh*t
Need censorship, cuz I’m ignorant
f*ck a bee like I was intimate
My style is the new b*tch
Get into it

(Back to Tyler the teacher)
Alright guys, time is up
Pass your papers and your pencils to the front
And uh… well, I guess free time
Hey Left Brain, put that piano away during class
sh*t…. f*ck I need to quit