Dark Liquor lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Verse 1]
Dark liquor, the hard kicker
Of bottles, and tops, of malt
Listen, the metaphor fizzes, I
Lost, my mind, sh*t, and balls
Off the wall, hit me, I'm hoping
They all miss me, the lodged clip
In the small chamber, I shoot, then miss it
Explicit, they want me to stop, put
Lard dishes in mouth, you on
Something if that's your punishment
I've reached my specific limit, my spirit
Will always picket, signs over the fence
Call me over offensive, my instinct
Suspensing, it's frizzing, distant prison
My skin, and sh*t, so sh*t, they slip in
Some, pay attention, I don't got they
Money, I am not a simp, they call objection
They wanna call my ass out, cause
Apparently, I'm restless, I'm putting
More than a bullet in your temple, what
They all say, the hard taste, of hate
And labor faced, my mind erased
New sh*t ain't safe, never been the
Same, since, on my first sh*t, I basically
Predicted, the end of me soon, I wait
Right minded, left brain ain't too
Kind, it's, reprieved, of thoughts
My mind, regrets, and my conscious
Cannot, reply, twice, I'm fighting
My sight is in crisis, I'm feisty, icy
And hot, like it's on your skin, for protection
You can catch me anywhere slicing bison's
And humans in half, eating rice with they
Eyes, f*cked in the mind, my truth
Is outta line, find myself in asylums
Then drown myself in aquatic sinks, on and
On, they is on to me, chaotic, and obvious
With a odd body, of work, like Jekyll
This dark liquor, get you messed up
So watch out, and watch quick, hurt
From the jump, you can't stomach
Me, I'm too f*cked, so get the f*ck
Up out my rhyme book, what sign
It took, b*tch now, what's ya'll wack n*ggas inputs?

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