Arithmetic (Seven Remix) lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Verse 1]
Yeah, we back with that crack sh*t
Motherf*ckers die for, just spittin' facts b*tch
Reusing old lyrics not for ya'll attention
The polar opposite, ya'll probably just missed em
So f*ck, man I started up this mission
A white heroin fiend with an ego and ambition
Pushed on strong, said "f*ck the opposition"
And worked to become more than a juxtaposition

[Hook X2]
Add it up arithmetic, addict up not gettin' sick
That's the trick, man don't call it magic
That's the sh*t, that keep me in demand like bricks
And if you ain't coppin son, suck a fat di*k

[Verse 2]
Spittin' classic even though I'm not raspy
f*ckin crafty man, the way I spit nasty
I'm bumpin' Blastic, feeling 'fan-f*ckin-tastic'
Paranoid as f*ck, so I act a bit drastic
Advisory parental, intercontinental
I say f*ck a lot, but I still kick it mental
-ly ill, f*ck stackin' dollar bills
Just tryin' to cop quick to keep away the chills

[Hook X2]

[Verse 3]
One line, ya'll choose who can spit the sickest
Like ya mom spittin' hard after she done sucked my di*k b*tch
I kick it real slick, if the truth be told
Don't give a f*ck if that b*tch be old
Here's a tip, if this music worries you
Then you a deaf little b*tch that fact is true
Where, who, what the f*ck was I talking bout
Oh yeah, p*ssin' on the fire that was the f*ckin' doubts

[Hook X2]

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