​iridescence lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Intro: Yung Bruh]
Yeah, yeah (Graa, graa)
Aye, it's Yung Bruh (Graa)
Key Nyata
You know we forever Thraxx
Shoutout my cousin NEDARB on the beat
Graa, graa, skee, skee, graa, skee
It's Yung Bruh, It's Yung Bruh (Woah, woah)
It's Yung Bruh, Yung Bruh (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah

[Verse 1: Yung Bruh]
She said that she know about Yung Bruh, she must be hitched up (Woah, woah)
b*tch I'm doing what I love, f*ck getting richer (Woah)
b*tch I'm slanging f*cking drugs, I'm skipping dinner
Man I can't trust some these n*ggas 'cause they switch up
Man I can't trust some these b*tches, I f*cked they sister (Woah, skee, skee)
Yung Bruh, I'm not religious, f*ck a scripture
Man I'm in the damn hood like a engine (Like a engine)
Make your b*tch fall in love with my sentence (Sentence)
You think I'm hot now, I'm just beginning (Just beginning)
I will slice a opp down and leave him dripping
ForeverBoys, b*tch I'm Thraxx now
Your girlfriend listen to my tracks now
These n*ggas wanna give me dap now
I'm smoking weed 'til I pass out
Tekken Tag shawty, I choose Devil Jin
I will take his f*cking soul and embarrass him
f*ck a 9 to 5, I'm too arrogant
My mom thinks I need a therapist
I be mixing drugs like experiments
LSD and Robitussin, that's some scary sh*t
You n*ggas is McDonalds, I'm asparagus
All natural Bruh, I don't care 'bout sh*t
[Bridge: Key Nyata and Yung Bruh]
Yeah (Graa, graa)
I feel you Yung Bruh (Damn, graa, graa)
Yeah, I feel you my n*gga
I don't give a f*ck about any of these b*tches bruh (Yung Bruh)
Know what I'm saying (Graa, graa)
Woah (f*ck)
Yeah
Aye, aye

[Verse 2: Key Nyata]
In this world that I live in, I don't really care
Ain't enough space for me in the f*cking air
'Cause I'm everything (I'm everything)
b*tch I'm everywhere (Can't you see me?)
Pour a pint of lean
And now I'm sitting here (I'm leanin')
I don't give a f*ck (I don't)
b*tch I'm smoking anywhere
Young cosmic father, I'll do your hair
In the morning b*tch, I'll go there
I'll drop the b*tch to school and daycare (That's right)
Pick you up at 3, with the snacks (I got fruit snacks)
Yeah you know, cosmic dad, smoking sacks (I'm smoking)
Man, I got parenting class on Thursday (f*ck)
'Cause I beat my sons ass for cursing
[Outro: Key Nyata]
You shouldn't have been cursing you little f*cker
Yeah that'll teach you a lesson
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