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by

Tyler, The Creator


[Hook: Domo Genesis]
I can't give a f*ck 'bout what you saying, what you talking
I be sparking, n*gga, I'm just trying to smoke my weed
Watch me as I'm floatin' and I'm fallin', never stallin', hella awesome
Baby, I'ma give you what you need
Blowin' on some gas in a Swisher with some hash in the middle
Dawg, I'm choking, homie, I can't breathe
Got me screaming
f*ck them other n*ggas cause I'm down for my n*ggas
Keep on smoking it 'til my eyes bleed, until my eyes bleed

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Cheifin' until my vision bleeds from the pot
Fiend for the Mellow Team cause we the very cream of the crop
Single a spot, we scheming, infrared beams for the top
Give you the verbal use of drugs, people, you need it or not, or not
Or what? We hot as f*ck, f*ck n*gga, you out of luck
I've been kickin' knowledge since my f*ckin' pockets knotted up
You was still a novice when my confidence was plotted up
Makin' the most of what this bullsh*t world allotted us

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
I carry the mic with a scary delight
Death and hip-hop follow H.B. with a tracking device
And b*tch, I put that on everything, it's golf every-wang
Hit the crack pipe or find a better hang, wolves wearing fangs
n*ggas out here on the hunt
b*tches, brunches, and blunts
Fifties, hundreds and up
You gonna roll it or what?
Black hoodies homie, no tux
Still not giving no f*cks
Decision making reliably, taking over society
[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Tyler, Hodgy and Doms
n*ggas forgot about us
Knowing we wreck sh*t hotter
Than turtlenecks in Bahamas
I f*cking wear mine in August
To match my long sleeve pajamas
Made out of llamas and lava
Cause n*ggas was sleeping on us
With one eye open, it’s the odd futurama
Mac 11, make you do the Macarena
This lasagna that I’m making
You ain’t eating, you just drinking orange soda
Bruh i told you I’m all that
The pockets is on Kenan

[Bridge: Hodgy Beats]
If you don't know who we are by now
Aim your firearms in the air, pow pow
Never salute your captain Charlies were 'round town
The way out this battle is if I'm dead or they bow down
Bow down, bow down
Aim your firearms in the air, pow pow
Never salute your captain Charlies were 'round town
Pow, pow
Bow down
[Hook]
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