Frank Ocean - Slater lyrics

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator] Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs sh**, now I kick it in the 'burbs [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] Me? I'm from the slums n***as who push a ton Ton of drums With foul flow, dirty mouth like kissing bums Mama done made her one Uhm, a witty son With no respect for women, so show me your titties hun (What?) You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-something Okay I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one I wild out at shows, break sh**, it should be fun Venues are like p**y with me, "Should he come?" I'mma wax that Like the Chapstick in my backpack For my black lips Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese A stack of cheese for these rats That Mac and Cheese New 'Preme sh** got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees f** critics ("How's your dick?") sh**, how's your knees? Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee Came up with ''Rella'', ain't touch a bag of weed sh** was doper than Whitney Houston's needs Golf Wang That's the team to be, ay Getting T.U O.F., indeed We was missing Sweatshirt like "Where's the hooded sleeve?" Okay, nevermind, we found him [Hook] Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs sh**, now I kick it in the 'burbs [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Guess I win Checks started cashing in I stop rapping and start asking Where my f**ing pa**ion is Probably where that f*ggot went (Who?) Tyler talking father problems Shocking sh** he spit to popping topics In them gossip columns I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom Thought that roach was cool He died and pushed me into stardom Now Ye's, PJs Sipping leche Chips Ahoy, boy Listening to Cowboy, ay boy Land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (Ay!) AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy Y'all n***as played as a tot's toy Have a good day as I annoy, oi [Hook] Me and Slater just hit a curb Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs sh**, now I kick it in the 'burbs [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] Cameras with panorama Views My shoes Have seen more Vans than Mexicanas Or crackers in Alabama G-O-to-the-L-F This O.F I opened up a store so I don't stress But n***a, I (What) Mosh in gardens Jazz punk sh** Playing chords, making up sh** Pardon my Dolly Partons And I keep sharting Hoodies with rectangles and different colors n***as think I started kindergarten [Interlude: Tyler, The Creator (Frank Ocean)] My b**h is on my handle bars (I just wanna ride my bike) Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My b**h is on my handle bars Hair blowing in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars Hair blowing in the wind My b**h is on my handle bars (I just wanna ride my bike) Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater My b**h is on my handle bars Hair blowing in the wind Her freckles look like candy bars My cool summer never ends Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater [Outro: Frank Ocean] Oh my God, seriously? Mister cool guy You're talking to a f**ing bike, loser Ha ha, Ohh... f**