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Mother (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator
Lyrics by：Tyler Okonma
Composed by：Tyler Okonma
Produced by：Tyler, The Creator
Okay okay yeah
Lennox where the brown boys at
I can't go over there
Del Aire where the white boys at
I don't live over there
Dody where the dope boys at?
I won't go over there
Unless I'm tryna get pressed up like hair
White tees Nike Air is the daily atear or attire not mine
So they just might stare if I'm there
Walk by in the pink ice Airs
What size?
Not mine
Wouldn't really be a fair fight there pipe down
Not scared dark blue dark red
Don't give a **** there might die
Might dare over what you'd wear or won't
Where niggas from can't breathe low air
So no
Don't call me nigga
Talkin' 'bout bailin' you outta jail
Because your stupid ass over there stole a ****
Tryna impress a friend
And I'm a single parent I've got bills to pay
I'm not tryna bail you outta jail nigga 'cause you're stupid as ****
Yeah momma told me not to come over there
Y'all niggas lost and you trapped in your thoughts
Mm
'Cause you shoot and you kill over land you ain't bought
Mm
Y'all probably gon' end up dead or in jail
Mm
Momma told me not to come over there
Mm
Y'all niggas smoke and you drink 'til it's dark
Mm
And you think that it's smart and I heard you sell dope
Mm
And you rob and you steal shoot your guns in the air
Mm
Momma told me not to come over there
Bih
Y'all niggas bang and you all from a gang
Bih
And you hang and you press little niggas like me
Bih
Outside a area nobody care
Bih
Momma told me not to come over there
Bih
Y'all with the ****s I was born with a gift
Bih
And if I fall in love y'all can unwrap it quick
Bih
So I make sure that I'm never present
Bih
Momma told me not to come over there
Bih bih bih bih
That ain't the move and niggas is coons
What?
And that I'm a real nigga **** isn't cool
Bih
Said I should never abide by the rules of the street
Ooh ooh
**** is real and it's also not real
Hey
Spray what you claim and **** up the building
Spray up the party and rake all the bodies
Nobody gon' stop 'til somebody get killed
Mm
Momma told me not to come over there
Ooh
But that's all y'all knew the red and the blue
I liked baby pink at the time
Mm
Homie made sure nobody came to press lines fine
Momma told me not to come over there
Mm yeah
But y'all treat me right y'all handle my fights
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And told me not to ever ever ever ever pick up this life
Yeah yeah
I hope I did right
Yeah
Father told me nothin' **** it
I understand as a man that I wasn't his plan
Woo woo woo
Had some other ideas in his head
I hold no grudges I heard he a fan
Pockets hella heavy healthy sweet as Betty Crocker
Mm
I wake every mornin' gettin' ready
Mm
Happy as a ************ spent five hundred thousand
Mm
Ain't think nothin' of it that must count for somethin' right?
Yeah
Life got the cheese want a slice?
Uh yeah
Got the cheese where the mice?
Yeah
With the pussy what's my vice?
New threads and a bike
**** sweet like rice
With the sugar and the butter got it from my grandmother
Mm
I ain't like the salt and pepper lil' nigga from the gutter
Mm
I don't show it but I know it
Know it
I'm a painter not a poet
Not a poet
Get the picture come together
Mm
Like stitches with a scar
Daddy gone I ain't lyin'
La-la
That's a bar yeah I said it
Uh uh
Like alarm now set it
La-la
Like speak but you read it
Uh
Like bleed
Momma told me 1970
Youngest of seven it wasn't heavenly
Home was South Central school's Beverly
Brother locked up sister strung out
High school president ran for it
Had the chance to move out ran for it
Love them Africans met one
Let him in when they got the news he ran for it
Ooh
Twenty I popped out
I was perfect she ain't need to plan for it
Hey hey hey hey hey
Knew I was the future she was clairvoyant
Hey hey hey hey
Touched me and she catch the hand
Woo woo hey woo
Me and her we ain't need a man
Hey hey hey hey
College courses with me in her hand
Hey hey hey hey hey
Asked her why she didn't have a plan B
She said I wouldn't understand
Then she had a daughter the father had a baby momma
Baby momma
Causin' problems momma almost caught a gun charge-uh 'cause of drama
Phew-phew-phew
Court case hair gone
Gone
Weight gone bare bones
Bones
Switched homes ain't right to me light for me
She would always fight for me yeah she over-protect
'Cause she had a momma who got a boyfriend
Who ain't know how to keep hands to himself
Mm hands to himself nigga
I was raised in a house full of love
I was raised on that type of time
Niggas say"She did a good job"
Duh ***** I turned out fine
Duh ***** I turned out fine
Lookin' like him ***** I turned out fine
Ooh
Say what you want ***** I turned out fine
Hoo hoo hoo
Some niggas fall but I turned out fine
Can't have it all now I have it all
Woo
'Cause I had it all ***** I turned out fine
Woo
Can't tell me nun' ***** I turned out fine
I am the guy ***** I turned out fine
Look at this house ***** I turned out fine
Turned out fine
Look at these kids I turned out fine
Look at me ******* I turned out fine
Look at me ******* I turned out fine
Look at me ******* I turned out fine
Look at me niggas I turned out fine
Look at me ******* I turned out fine
Look at me ******* I turned out fine
Mother
