FACE lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Intro]
First of all, these songs are not about me
I see them as a collection of the things which set people free People say you can't move forward until you find yourself
I say you can't move forward until you free yourself
So tell me, what is your liberty?

[Hook]
Icon by face wearing Dolce Gabana
Ice on my wrist, yellow grills a banana
Slick with patek, call me hot like havana
Fresh like limon, in my bed a Rihanna
Icon by face wearing Dolce Gabana
Ice on my wrist, yellow grills a banana
Slick with patek, call me hot like havana
Fresh like limon, in my bed a Rihanna

[Verse 1]
Ride on my wave, like Drake
Not from the 6, I'm Nate
And my roll ain't gon' break
I'm an icon by trait
Rolling my joint while baked
I'mma kingpin, I'm great
You're a snake, hate make haste
I'll get my boys on the case
I live my life like don
See this is my only one
Only one chance at my life
Give me a risk never run
I don’t want no one to break me
But maybe a life will evade me
What can I do that will save me
Maybe I'll just let it take me

[Hook]
Icon by face wearing Dolce Gabana
Ice on my wrist, yellow grills a banana
Slick with patek, call me hot like havana
Fresh like limon, in my bed a Rihanna
Icon by face wearing Dolce Gabana
Ice on my wrist, yellow grills a banana
Slick with patek, call me hot like havana
Fresh like limon, in my bed a Rihanna

[Verse 2]
I got you the second I had it
It’s like I was taken by magic
Annie was making me tragic
Head like a pain from a mallet
I look back and don't know what happened
I’m open and close like a packet
Painting that sh*t from a palette
What could I do to attack it?
Yeah you all see me but really I'm hidden
Covered a face like a hand with a mitten
Pull up a hundred, you blunted, you ridden
Now ride to my flow can you take in the rythm
I'm, magically twisted
Taking the biscuit
You're chance and you missed it
Scared cause I'm this lit
Listen to me, I'm a god with a dictionary
Title me Johnson and lift it
Think you're ninja, live in the darkness
Minions do shooting, bullets are humless
Only reason that your up is a harness
Ronald McDonald want fries with that garnish
Got all the money with pills in the caddy
Say I chat sh*t but I'm flipping the paddy
Call me a b*tch, your b*tch calls me daddy
Thought that you could win, thought you could have me
Taking a ride on me, split from society
My notoriety, fighting the fire police
Pop a Glock on me, my home is a fireplace
Call me an oven, I'm burning a vinyl piece
b*tch, I'm a butcher I give the final piece
Speeding ahead, so you all put a fine on me
I hit 100 on 70 tie on me
Why don't you shut the f*ck up and not lie to me?

[Outro]
All that I see is a face
Your insecurities play
Telling yourself you're an icon
But where's all the personal grace

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