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Just listened to this 2 hrs on repeat for studying

Boa

Appelle-moi si tu te perds This here for the sunseekers Run the track What makes you think I'm not in love? How could you know What's best for us? Why am I here Standing alone? 'Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance, yeah (welcome to the disco) You're so good to me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, it felt good to me, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah You're so good to me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, it felt so good to me (yeah, yeah, yeah) So, what makes you think (what makes you think) I'm not in love? (I'm not in love?) And how could you know (how could you know) What's best for us, us, us? (What's best for us?) Why am I here (why am I here) Standing alone? (Standing alone?) Because I thought you wanted to dance with me Honestly, it's all about the timing, yeah (yeah, yeah) I ain't mean to lead you on, because Him and I got some things that we're trying But my energy belongs to you I want you so bad, but not too fast It's not your fault, we can't pretend Because we both in the wrong So what makes you think I'm not in love? (Feels so good) How could you know, know, know What's best for us? Why am I here Standing alone? 'Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance, yeah (run the track) 'Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance 'Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance I thought you wanted to dance I thought you wanted to dance I thought you wanted to dance I wish that we never met, I wish that we ain't connect Like Lego, connection good, but mixed signal If you say so, like cardio We stared up and down, but we didn't blink Felt like dirty dishes 'cause we was in sync I swear to God, if you and him never linked I'd tear that ass up like somethin' was stole I'd make them glass balls roll back to your skull Call a tail number, where you wanna go? The fuck do he got that I don't got a lot of? There go my ego again, that's the problem The fuck you expect? I go get what I want I want you to say you pick me with your voice I'm twenty-five up, but I can't buy your choice You promised to me, but that's not the point You got me out here smokin' joints You got me out here losin' point I'm cancellin' shoots and I'm cancellin'- I'm hitchhiking, you pull over, so invitin' The seat got my name on it, but who driving? He hiatus, we spend time, and we repeat and we rewind it Your headlights? It hit my eyelid Love is blinding, y'all together? Don't remind me, so confusin' What we doing? How y'all doing? Oh, you choosin' him? Okay, I gotta cope with losing, fuck I ain't been sleepin' well Twin, I'll never tell Stay busy so I don't think, 'cause downtime is when it sink in I stare at old pictures, I, I thought you wanted to dance (dance) I thought you wanted to dance, I Maybe, maybe (for you) What's the chance, though? I wish that we had better timing I'll save a dance just for you So don't forget about me, ba-ba-ba-da I'll save a dance just for you I wish that we had better timing I'll save a dance just for you (only for you, only for you) So don't forget about me (no) ba-ba-ba-da I'll save a dance just for you

fav track on this album, such a special heartfelt track

Yessss

why does this sounds like a ps1 or ps2 desert horror game where you're stuck inside of a temple and this is the chase music. in my opinion though (tbh i might be tweekin)

What waking up on a Saturday morning feels like

Met you on Saturday...

Yesss

GANGSTA GRILL Z🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Way more beautiful and touching than bound 2

Forever in my heart 🙏

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama] Lil' white bitch gon' say "You need to say something about that" "You need to say somethin' 'bout black-" Bitch, suck my- Yeah Go time [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] That ain't your religion, you just followin' your mammy She followed your granny, she obeyed master Did y'all even ask up questions? It's holes in them stories Is it holes in your blessings? Yeah, I'm bold with the message I know I ain't got the answer But I ain't gon' cheerlead with y'all just to be a dancer I'ma groove to my own drums, sunlight in my shadow, baby Move 'til my soul cums, let them serpents rattle, baby [Verse 2: Domo Genesis & DJ Drama] Crackin' like broke porcelain, bitch We ocean deep if you just pour us in a portion of shit Them people try to twist my view on some contortionist shit I had to reevaluate what was important and shit (O-F) Finders, keepers, when you creep inside my mind it's madness (Yeah) If I see peace, I'm like a fiend (Ooh), uh, gotta have it Lord, cover me I'm goin' in, walls closin' in (Uh) How I'm supposed to be protected (Huh?) when the laws want us in? Y'all want us dead, just 'cause the skin is the black type (Ah) Teach me everything and be amazed I don't act right What the fuck? I'm tapped in the matrix, I'm back and they hate it I'm black and make 'em pay me capital statements, you dig? (Ching) Word on my back, I'm tryna fashion a statement I ain't no bastard, we the master of the path that we blazin', you dig? (What?) (On God, now) [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama] I came a long way from my past, nigga, it's obvious V12 engine, I'm fishtailin' on some sloppy shit (Skrrt) Internet bringin' old lyrics up, like I hide the shit What's your address, I could probably send you a copy, bitch I was canceled before canceled was with Twitter fingers (Haha) Protestin' outside my shows, I gave them the middle finger (Fuck 'em) I was a teener, tweetin' Selena crazy shit Didn't wanna offend her, apologize when I seen her Back when I was tryna fuck Bieber, Justin I say with my chest out, you say with your chest in, nigga (Say it with your chest, nigga) Black bodies hanging from trees, I cannot make sense of this (Uh) Hit some protest up, retweeted positive messages (Uh) Donated some funds then I went and copped me a necklace I'm probably a coon to your standard's based on this evidence Am I doin' enough or not doin' enough? I'm tryna run with the baton, but see, my shoe's in the mud I feel like anything I say, dawg, I'm screwin' shit up (Sorry) So I just tell these black babies, they should do what they want Freedom, need 'em, my niggas, seen 'em Free 'em, don't fuck with the law like, damn, Gina So calm the fuck down before we duck rounds And fireballs that make your family have to duck the fuck down We frontline, we got the molotov that we can chuck now (Woo) 'Cause anytime we movin' up, it's like a "What the fuck now?" They playin' games, we strappin' up, we cock and aim (Yeah) We aim to shoot, we shoot to claim what we need We done with pain and the grievin', niggas is done with the peace Whether it's personal or for the whole of niggas, indeed (Yah) I might not have dreadlocks, I might have these gold teeth But I'm a nigga like you, and you's a nigga like me (Yeah) So let's be niggas together, and let's be niggas with plans But put this plastic on first, 'cause shit is hittin' the fan, Scott [Outro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama] Shit like this make me wanna turn my baseball cap to the side You know, with the T.I. lean Y'all fake mad Catch up, niggas Gettin' y'all identity, huh? Gangsta Grillz Go get a fuckin' hobby Shit Ain't nobody perfect Well, at least y'all ain't, hah

gangsta grillz jumpscare

4:20 - 4:34 ❤❤❤

how did you get the WOOOOO sound

cleanest i found

nothing else in bruh's catalogue comes close tbh

such good storytelling from tyler man 😵‍💫❤️

Thank god for drugs!

so good.

I never really realized it until listening to this instrumental, but the very beginning of this song parallels the first song of Flower Boy in a way

The music and then the vocalistic instrumental reminds me of one beer

Chale :(

🔥🔥🔥

Fire

i really love this song , great instrumental

Thank you for this

safari but with hot wind vocals ples

bro it's the best made instrumental)

Goes harder than the original

Que doidera

that’s a nice image

best kanye song

This is cold af. Keep it up

what is this

Hardest thumbnail 🗣🥶

Weird listening without Dj Drama

hella sick bruv

Fucking beautiful.

Yess

absolute killer instrumental

Yes

Hey, Ms. Parker Wait, wait, wait, wait Somethin' like (uh-oh) I just cut some fresh lemons, where's the sugar? Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you niggas (hold up) Yeah What it is? It's that nigga T, skin look colored in (woo) Ridin' in, double-double R, that's that Cullinan (yeah) Pullin' in that four hundred grand, I just ordered this (yeah) Switzerland, Lake Geneva, where I spend my summer in (true story) GOLD Le FLEUR, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan (Gangsta Grillz) I'm so motherfuckin' dead-ass, I need some Timberlands (woo) I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (yeah, yeah) Uh (skrrt, cool), double C on my feet Double G on my freak (ooh), Louis V by my brick She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (leave, whoa) She try save all the plates but keep eatin' my meat We can't see none of 'em, grow, she keep eatin' my seeds (woo) Got a E and a B on the back of the CT I'm done with the 12, got a V16 Uh, say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you Can't think about the last time that I text you It's probably when sidekicks had them belt loops Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh So if it's mine, it's yours, woo, woo, woo Ride to the dinner tapin' Out of time and imagine her in the exit Last year, more than what Google say my net is I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit (like whoa) Uh, uh, uh It's the double P, I rock double C Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see This internally flawed, that's a double Vs What troubles me is you couple me With these subtle fleas tryna double league Hornet trapped in the hive Of a motherfuckin' bumblebee They just got the closest picture of the fuckin' sun surface, that was us Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catchin' dust My Secret Service carry mops, you call 'em street sweepers, back you up Tat' you up then add you up, then give you a cover like Adwoa If the shit's fake, I don't respect it It's clickbait and that's distaste like a shit shake What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels, deck, grip tape Ride to the dinner tapin' Out of time and imagine her in the exit (why you even talkin' to us?) Last year, more than what Google say my net is (God damn) I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit Uh, uh, uh (bitch)

This is so good i can't wait to hear more of your work

Gorgeous intro

Dope

Very impressive

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