时间：2023-03-31
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WHAT A DAY (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator
Lyrics by：Tyler Okonma/Otis Jackson Jr./Michal Urbaniak
Composed by：Tyler Okonma/Otis Jackson Jr./Michal Urbaniak
What a day at the park
The Estate Sale
What a day at the park
Gangsta Grillz
Yeah I pulled up in that eighteenth letter repeat buggy
Had to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady she don't trust me know I'm a sick puppy
Know that women throw themselves at me and men want me
Anything could happen for attention and rent money
I got so much on my plate that's why I sit funny
So many hand-outs so much back bending
So much entitlement my family be actin' in
So many white diamonds yeah I got jungle fever
But they didn't raise me so shout out black women
So much commentin' show me what you good at
Tell me the highs of the valley that your boots stood at
You couldn't fit in my loafers if you took a steroid
And I wouldn't handle your baggage if I had a bellboy
I'm rarely replying to texts barely enjoying the sex
I got a pain in my chest that's from suppressin' the stress
Lionel he know me the best
Told me I know the answer but Clancy
He gave me the best advice that I heard in a sec'
I need to call me a jet I need to pack me a bag
I need to get me a cabin need some scrimmage in chess
I could've bought me some land I went and flooded my neck
I say this **** with my chest I am like one of the best
Greatest
I am a workaholic and I need to get me some rest
I'd rather get these ideas off I'd rather not steer off my path
I'm so scared of going back to my past
I work I swear it's hard not shaking that fear off
White boy said I brag too much the black kid said it's inspiring
Duality is tiring my girl would kill me
If she knew the things I was desiring
Suppressing it get it out the way I put the sirens in yeah
What a day at the park
What a day at the park
Don't get it confused
What a day at the park
You could never
Look I don't **** with parties
I don't **** with the paparazzi
Never have I drove a Hellcat or a Maserati
Never needed others for my personal validation
She ain't gettin' touched if she cannot hold a conversation
Never had a bulky Richard Mille as a wristwatch
I never seen Amiri never posted on TikTok
I never had desire for promethazine in a soda
Never made eye contact with a woman in Fashion Nova
Never had to fit in no lane
Never wore Beats by Dre headphones to get a video made uh
Bunnyhop validated pedaling
Hittin' wheelies like Chris retaliated just look around
Every opportunity allocated
I put so many n***as on you thought DJ Khaled made it
From cold showers I used to hate it
Now I'm spendin' fifteen for the new roof it ain't renovated
I could see the ocean where I sleep and the house is gated
No Calabasas I Brentwood it or Palisade it
The freckled girls articulating art got me salivating
I love it
Wall is Henry Taylor with the trunks I be playing Jenga
The last tour dog I cleaned house
They mad I made it I'm so conceited
Feeling myself ego masturbating I graduated
After album five I got syndicated you want the old T
Sorry G that picture faded
Come get wit' me
What a day at the park
I like to call that
What a day at the park
Oh my God
Yeah I'm a dead poet
Poet
Tabletop stumpin'
Stumpin'
I'm a free spirit have the whole jail jumpin'
Jumpin'
Ever since a youngin' moved at my pace
At my own
Scared of having youngins 'cause I like my space
Yeah
Selfish ain't the word
Nope
Regret ain't either
Nuh-uh
Before you get the huffin' and the puffin' take a breather
Hah-hah-hah
Put yourself first if you're livin' with a dream
Put yourself first
Be your biggest cheerleader ********** the team
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