Tyler, The Creator - MASSA lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator] Whatever your sh*t is, man, do it Whatever bring you that immense joy, do that, that's your luxury The greatest thing that ever happened to me was Bein' damn near twenty and leavin' Los Angeles for the first time I got out my bubble, my eyes just wide My passport is the most valuable— [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] Massa couldn't catch me, my legs long than a b*tch Got too much self-respect, I wash my hands 'fore I piss They try to talk me—, ehm, I'ma just go [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, when I turned twenty-three, that's when pubеrty finally hit me My facial hair started growin', my clothing ain't really fit mе That caterpillar went to cocoon, do you get me? See, I was shiftin', that's really why Cherry Bomb sounded so shifty My taste started changin' from what it was when they met me But first impression is everything, ain't wanna let me go Always curious as a child and askin' questions, so I ain't give no fu*ks, if, and, buts if they accept me Yo, my boy Skateboard P gave me that speech in Italy session, um Thankfully, by hour three it detoured perspective, um Thoughts changed so rapid, turned to bu*terfly, Flower Boy happened All the bees buzzed me, the bugs screamed they loved me First time I private airlined, accolades, song got airtime Grew into my style, body, and feelings, and fixed my hairline Calmed down in front of cameras, business hit tens of millions I'm not that little boy y'all was introduced to at one-nine Mom was in the shelter when "Yonkers" dropped, I don't say it (I don't say it) When I got her out, that's the moment I knew I made it (Yeah, yeah) I don't come from money, they deny it Since I don't mirror the stereotypical products of my environment Eight figures in taxes taken, that sh*t is stupid A flower gets its petal, they pluck it, but never use it It's still potholes in the schools, where does it go? It's still loopholes that I use, nobody knows [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] Massa couldn't catch me, my legs long than a b*tch Got too much self-respect, I wash my hands 'fore I piss They try to talk me up, but I keep short like Caesar Eyes open if I pray 'cause I can't trust God either, uh [Break: DJ Drama] Seein' that we only get one life to live How far do you really wanna take it? Don't let 'em ever tell you nothin' you can't do [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, I purchase more wheels when I feel like I'm third-wheelin' My favorite part of the double R is the bird ceilin' The panoramic view of the sky and the sun beamin' That ray of light show that nobody is front-seatin' I'm on the hunt for perfect but decent is what I been on I know she fell in love, but commitment is not my end goal And all my friends that did got too comfy, a little chubby And that drive to make that money dried up when that nose was runny We ain't gotta pay attention to the stuff that he battles Everyone I ever loved had to be loved in the shadows Tug-of-war with X and Y felt like a custody battle Felt like the boat goin' down, it felt like I'm missin' a paddle Might buy that crib in Seattle covered in grass, lackin' gravel (Yeah) It come with two boats and cattle, I'm livin' sweet, ain't you heard? (Ain't you heard, ni**a?) This perspective from the beak of a bird You hope I peak, you take my peace You gon' see me and run like thieves in the night I'm paranoid, I sleep with a gun The heat on my dungaroos because they beefin' for fun I'm vegan for now, I'm conscious, know my hands meet when I bow I'm grateful, you ni**as hateful, you eat at me, you got a plate full You can't relate to these things I say to these instrumentals Whether it's wealth talk or sh*t that's painful I paint full pictures of my perspective on these drum breaks Just for you to tell me it's not good from your lunch break [Outro: DJ Drama] Holiday season A vision you have to understand from perspective Check your resources, ni**a