Tyler, The Creator - SAFARI lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator] Destination: remote We done been everywhere Only thing we ain't traveled Is time (Yo) [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] The boy record smell like bleach I can travel where I want I'm accustomed clearin' customs It ain't custom, I don't come Flee the bird to the truck I scream, "Au revoir," to the stewardess Border control asking stupid sh*t Stayin' at home, I hate Runaway love, but I'm no Ludacris Sippin' on mint tea, take my shoes off Then we take off, then I snooze off Until I land where I'm foreign Then I wake up, wipe the drool off Got my passport in my weekend I'ma cool off, get a sweet tan Loafers filled with beach sand Recline 'til it's time to peace sign fu*k all the chains and the cars, get a passport See the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurt ni**as get bread and won't leave, sh*t is backwards Start with your feet, then a car, then an airport Get out your bubble gum Blow up horizons, sun Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba Or land in a borough, Jerrod got the brioche Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week Take my nephews out to Nice, they like "Who?" I'm like, "Oui," ha [Break: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator] We on a safari Legendary (Safari) World-renowned Globally recognized Catch us if you can (Baby, we on a safari) Are you keepin' up? ('Fari) Once in a lifetime (Baby, we on a safari) This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide Speakin' matter-of-factly (Baby, we on a safari) We're just light years ahead (You said that it was you I saw with another in my place) Yeah [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Every car retarded, the garage look like a loony bin What coupe he in? Depends on the 'fit and the type of mood he in (Ugh) I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN Clutch, then he stroke outta nowhere like a droopy grin (Ugh) Huh, took that Grammy home, couldn't lose again The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trimmed (Ugh) Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, ni**a, loop me in Like who that young, rich, handsome ni**a with the gooey skin? (Ugh) Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin' (Ugh) Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it's Baudelaire or Wolfie, though The felines named him hour for how long he eat the— (Pussy) wait a minute (Ugh) Pink loafers scuff quickly, Fiat cost a buck sixty I'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fu*k with me (Ugh) b*tch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury him Only twenty-nine, but I've been focused since thirty M (Ugh) [Outro: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator] Wolf Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz) And like that (Uh), we gone