Bir Dönüşümün Anatomisi: İçsel Yolculuğun Sesli Günlüğü

Sanatçı: Tyler, The Creator

Albüm: Flower Boy

Çıkış Yılı: 2017

**Flower Boy**, sanatçının kariyerinde yeni bir sayfa açtığı, dış dünyadaki gürültülü imajından sıyrılarak iç dünyasının karmaşık ve kırılgan dehlizlerine daldığı bir başyapıt. Albüm, şöhretin getirdiği izolasyon, kimlik arayışı, yalnızlık ve büyümenin sancılarını, çiçeklerin açması metaforu üzerinden işliyor. Sert ritimlerin yerini daha yumuşak, katmanlı prodüksiyonlara bıraktığı bu süreç, sanatçının kendi gerçekliğiyle yüzleştiği samimi bir itirafname niteliğinde.

### [Foreword]

* **Ana Tema:** Şöhretin ağırlığı ve varoluşsal belirsizlik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün girişi, sanatçının başarıya ulaştıktan sonra yaşadığı boşluk duygusunu sorguluyor. "Kaç araba alırsam sürüş isteğim biter?" sorusu, maddi tatmin ile ruhsal açlık arasındaki uçurumu vurguluyor. Geçmişteki imajından uzaklaşıp, kendi kimliğini keşfetmeye çalışan bir bireyin, hayran kitlesi ve beklentiler arasında sıkışıp kalmışlığını hissettiriyor.

### [Where This Flower Blooms]

* **Ana Tema:** Gelişim, özgüven ve kökenlere sadakat.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Geçmişteki zorlu yaşam koşullarından bugünkü başarılı noktaya gelişin bir özetidir. "Kökten ağaca dönüşme" metaforu, sanatçının büyüme sürecini simgeler. Dışlanmışlık hissinden başarıya giden yolda, özgün kalmanın ve kendi bahçesini sulamanın, yani kendi potansiyelini geliştirmenin önemini vurgulayan, oldukça motive edici bir duruşa sahip.

### [Sometimes...]

* **Ana Tema:** İletişim kopukluğu ve merak.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Kısa ancak vurucu bu bölüm, albümün hikaye akışında bir köprü görevi görüyor. "Benim hakkımdaki şarkı" isteği, albümün genelinde hakim olan kişisel arayışın ve gizemli bir özlemin başlangıç noktası olarak öne çıkıyor.

### [See You Again]

* **Ana Tema:** İmkansız bir aşk ve hayali gerçeklik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bir hayal dünyası içinde kurulan bağ, sanatçının zihnindeki huzurlu limanı temsil eder. Gerçeklik ile düşler arasındaki çizgide, sevilen kişiye ulaşamamanın verdiği hüzün ve "savaş" metaforuyla anlatılan hayat mücadelesi arasında bir denge kuruluyor. "Gözlerimi kapattığımda sadece senin yüzünü görüyorum" dizesi, bu hayali bağın gücünü gözler önüne seriyor.

### [Who Dat Boy]

* **Ana Tema:** Başarıya ulaşmış bir figürün meydan okuması.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en enerjik ve dışa dönük şarkısı. Sanatçının sanatçı kimliğini ve elde ettiği başarıyı kutlarken, dış dünyadan gelen eleştirilere karşı takındığı tavizsiz duruşu temsil ediyor. "Ben buradayım" mesajı taşıyan şarkı, yaratıcılığın ve bireyselliğin altını çiziyor.

### [Pothole]

* **Ana Tema:** Güven arayışı ve yol üzerindeki engeller.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Hayat yolunda karşılaşılan "çukurları" (sorunları ve güvenilmez insanları) ve bunlardan kaçınmanın zorluğunu anlatıyor. Kendi yolunda ilerlerken, başkalarının yarattığı gölgelere ve hayal kırıklıklarına rağmen, hedeften şaşmamaya çalışmanın yorgunluğunu işliyor.

### [Garden Shed]

* **Ana Tema:** Saklı kalan duygular ve kabulleniş.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en dürüst ve cesur anı. "Garden shed" (bahçe kulübesi), yıllarca gizli tutulan, ifade edilemeyen duyguların saklandığı yeri temsil ediyor. Bu şarkı, bir yüzleşme ve "saklanacak yerin kalmadığı" noktayı işaret ediyor. Gerçek aşkın veya kimliğin, artık gün yüzüne çıkma vaktinin geldiğinin itirafı.

### [Boredom]

* **Ana Tema:** İzolasyon ve yalnızlığın getirdiği durağanlık.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Modern insanın en büyük sorunlarından biri olan "can sıkıntısı", burada duygusal bir çıkmaz olarak sunuluyor. Yalnız kalmanın verdiği o huzursuzluk, birine ulaşma ihtiyacı ve zamanın yavaş akışı, dinleyiciye yoğun bir şekilde geçiriliyor.

### [I Ain't Got Time!]

* **Ana Tema:** Zamanın değerli oluşu ve odaklanma.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Sanatçının kendi işine, vizyonuna ve önceliklerine duyduğu bağlılığı gösteriyor. Etraftaki gereksiz gürültüye, anlamsız ilişkilere ve vakit kaybettiren unsurlara karşı net bir "hayır" cevabıdır. Kendi yolunu çizen bir bireyin kararlılığını ifade ediyor.

### [911 / Mr. Lonely]

* **Ana Tema:** Yalnızlığın zirvesi ve destek arayışı.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün duygusal doruk noktası. "911" ile gelen acil durum hissi, "Mr. Lonely" ile derin bir yalnızlık analizine dönüşüyor. En kalabalık ortamlarda bile hissedilen o içsel boşluk, sahte kahkahaların ardındaki gerçek insanı görünür kılıyor. "En gürültülü kişi, odadaki en yalnız kişidir" ifadesi, bu şarkının ana omurgasını oluşturuyor.

### [Droppin' Seeds]

* **Ana Tema:** Üretkenlik ve etki bırakma.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Yaratıcılığın, dünyaya tohumlar ekmek gibi olduğunu vurgulayan kısa ve etkili bir parça. Bırakılan her eserin, bir gün meyve verecek bir tohum olduğu düşüncesi, sanatçının varoluş gayesini destekliyor.

### [November]

* **Ana Tema:** Nostalji ve geçmişe tutunma arzusu.

* **Lirik Analizi:** "Kasım", bir dönüm noktasını veya en mutlu, en verimli hissedilen anı temsil ediyor. İnsan, gelecekteki belirsizlikten korktuğunda, zihnindeki o "Kasım" günlerine dönmek ister. Bu şarkı, başarıya ulaşmış olsanız bile, ruhun hala o eski, güvenli anıları arayışını çok zarif bir dille anlatıyor.

### [Glitter]

* **Ana Tema:** Kırılgan umutlar ve duygusal bir vedalaşma.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün kapanışına yaklaşırken, hala cevaplanmamış soruların ve ulaşılamamış hayallerin burukluğunu yansıtıyor. "Sim gibi parlamak" (glitter), geçici ama güzel olan duyguların kırılganlığını temsil ediyor. Bir şeye veya birine olan umudun, artık bir kabullenişle sonlanışını, ancak yine de o duyguyu yaşamış olmanın güzelliğini ifade ederek albümün ana temasını tamamlıyor.

*Editörün Notu: **Flower Boy**, sadece bir albüm değil; bir bireyin kendi içindeki bahçeyi keşfetme, oradaki yabani otları temizleme ve kendi çiçeklerini yetiştirme sürecinin hikayesidir. Dinleyiciye, en karanlık anlarda bile içsel bir aydınlanmanın mümkün olduğunu hatırlatır.*

Tyler, The Creator - "Flower Boy" Albüm Şarkı Sözleri (2017)

"Foreword"

(feat. Rex Orange County)

Bitch, fuck! (Uh, uh, fuck)

You have a question?

[Tyler, The Creator:]

How many cars can I buy 'til I run outta drive?

How much drive can I have until I run outta road?

How much road can they pave until I run outta land?

How much land can it be until I run in the ocean?

Niggas go with the motions and all the plans

See, I was never into the beaches and all the sands

See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows, and posies

Fallin' outta my pocket, but y'all want to know if I swam to cool down

How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans?

How many fans can I have until they turn on the AC?

If the AC blow up, well then I'm TNT, I'm gone

[Rex Orange County:]

I'm gone and I'm finished

And I ain't seen my friends in a minute

Guessing nothing lasts forever

Yeah, nothing lasts forever

Nothing sticks together

Sick of sitting in doubt

Please let me figure this out, out

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Shout out to the girls that I led on

For occasional head and always keepin' my bed warm

And tryin' their hardest to keep my head on straight

And keepin' me up enough 'til I had thought I was airborne

How many raps can I write 'til I get me a chain?

How many chains can I wear 'til I'm considered a slave?

How many slaves can it be 'til Nat Turner arise?

How many riots can it be until them Black lives matter?

Niggas click-clack splatter, (Pew) pew that nigga

Life a game of basketball, you better shoot that nigga

'Cause if that cop got trigger, he better pull (Yeah)

'Cause when I get pulled over, I usually play it cool (Skrt)

'Cause I know what I'm drivin' is usually paid in full

And my ego and possessions, will not let me be one (Nah)

Because I got a mansion, my mansion got some rooms

Them rooms got some windows and my windows got some views (Yup)

Them views get some stares and my backyard does too

And if you walk to the bottom you'll prolly see a pool

You better not drown, keep them ten toes up

'Cause if them ten toes down, that mean that you fucked up

And that's what I swim in

[Rex Orange County:]

And if I drown and don't come back

Who's gonna know? (Maybe then I'll know)

And if I crash and don't come back

Who's gonna know? (Maybe then I'll know)

And if I fall and don't come back

Who's gonna know? (Maybe then I'll know)

I'm wondering if I don't come back

Maybe then I'll know

Don't come back

Ayy, don't come back

Don't come back

No, no

☆☆☆☆☆

"Where This Flower Blooms"

(feat. Frank Ocean)

[Tyler the Creator:]

Ayo

Let's take it back to them days

Counting sheep on Sadie Hannah's floor

Carpet was my baby mama

80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured

Rent-A-Center calling everyday

Nobody home, they're knocking on the door

Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt!)

In toys I only dreamed that I could afford

Now I roll through Okaga

[Frank Ocean & Tyler the Creator:]

I ride to California (Yeah)

These frog oval goggles

I'm leanin' out the window

OJ shinin' on me (Oh, ooh)

Simp sun shinin' on me (ayy, yeah)

Slick circles float roll

Out this world

Yeah, yeah

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Run it, run it, run it, run it

I rock, I roll, I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (Let 'em know), I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I grow

(Let's go!)

Ain't nobody fucking with T, but that just may be my ego

But don't be too cool, you might freeze

Because niggas get stuck in the cold (Man, look at this ice)

Shit weighs a ton

Water your garden, my nigga (Stunt on these niggas!)

Tell these black kids they could be who they are

Dye your hair blue, shit, I'll do it too (What the fuck?)

Look, I smell like Chanel

I never mall grip with my manicured nails

I coconut oil the skin

I keep the top low 'cause the follicles thinnin'

But other than that, man, it feels like I'm winning (I'm winnin', nigga)

Went from statistic to millionaire

CNN doubted 'cause my skin is dark

Then they forget when I get in my car

[Frank Ocean:]

These frog oval goggles

I'm leanin' out the window

OJ shinin' on me (Oh, ooh)

Simp sun shinin' on me

Slick circles roll float

Out this world

Yeah, yeah

Run it, run it, run it, yeah

(Ohh, ohh!)

[Tyler, The Creator:]

I glow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (Let 'em know), I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I—

(Let's go!)

Flower boy T, nigga, that's me

Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree

Took a lil' while, nigga makin' leaves

Keep it in my branches so my family can eat

Favorite color green, energy is skrong

Giving niggas life, birdies and the beez

Droppin' them seeds, not what you want

You don't know what I keep in the trunk

Ah, shit!

Ahh, ahh

Ahh

Run it, run it, run it, run it

Run it

☆☆☆☆☆

"Where This Flower Blooms"

(feat. Frank Ocean)

[Tyler the Creator:]

Ayo

Let's take it back to them days

Counting sheep on Sadie Hannah's floor

Carpet was my baby mama

80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured

Rent-A-Center calling everyday

Nobody home, they're knocking on the door

Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt!)

In toys I only dreamed that I could afford

Now I roll through Okaga

[Frank Ocean & Tyler the Creator:]

I ride to California (Yeah)

These frog oval goggles

I'm leanin' out the window

OJ shinin' on me (Oh, ooh)

Simp sun shinin' on me (ayy, yeah)

Slick circles float roll

Out this world

Yeah, yeah

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Run it, run it, run it, run it

I rock, I roll, I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (Let 'em know), I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I grow

(Let's go!)

Ain't nobody fucking with T, but that just may be my ego

But don't be too cool, you might freeze

Because niggas get stuck in the cold (Man, look at this ice)

Shit weighs a ton

Water your garden, my nigga (Stunt on these niggas!)

Tell these black kids they could be who they are

Dye your hair blue, shit, I'll do it too (What the fuck?)

Look, I smell like Chanel

I never mall grip with my manicured nails

I coconut oil the skin

I keep the top low 'cause the follicles thinnin'

But other than that, man, it feels like I'm winning (I'm winnin', nigga)

Went from statistic to millionaire

CNN doubted 'cause my skin is dark

Then they forget when I get in my car

[Frank Ocean:]

These frog oval goggles

I'm leanin' out the window

OJ shinin' on me (Oh, ooh)

Simp sun shinin' on me

Slick circles roll float

Out this world

Yeah, yeah

Run it, run it, run it, yeah

(Ohh, ohh!)

[Tyler, The Creator:]

I glow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (Let 'em know), I bloom, I grow (I glow)

I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I—

(Let's go!)

Flower boy T, nigga, that's me

Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree

Took a lil' while, nigga makin' leaves

Keep it in my branches so my family can eat

Favorite color green, energy is skrong

Giving niggas life, birdies and the beez

Droppin' them seeds, not what you want

You don't know what I keep in the trunk

Ah, shit!

Ahh, ahh

Ahh

Run it, run it, run it, run it

Run it

☆☆☆☆☆

"Sometimes..."

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Sometimes, I sit in my room and think about us

[Shane Powers:]

"It's Golf Radio, you're on the air with Shane Powers

Taking requests... Uh, What's uh, pick that one... What's uh... What's your name? Hello? Um, okay, well, since you want to be Mr. Fucking-Secret-Agent, what song you wanna hear?"

[Wyatt Navarro:]

The one about me

☆☆☆☆☆

"See You Again"

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—

You live in my dream state

Relocate my fantasy

I stay in reality

You live in my dream state

Any time I count sheep

That's the only time we make up, make up

You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids

Now, I don't wanna wake up

20/20, 20/20 visions

Cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision, I

Wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind (Yeah)

I said, I said

I'm sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing

You're the one that's always running through my daydream, I

I can only see your face when I close my eyes

(Uh-huh)

Can I get a kiss? (Ah)

And can you make it last forever? (I said)

I said I'm 'bout to go to war (Uh-huh)

And I don't know if I'ma see you again

Can I get a kiss? (Can I?)

And can you make it last forever? (Can you?)

I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to)

And I don't know if I'ma see you again

Ayy, switch it up

I said (Oh), okay, okay, okay (Oh), okey-dokey, my infatuation (Woo)

Is translatin' to another form of, what you call it? (Love)

(Oh) Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Oh), I ain't met you, I've been lookin' (Woo)

Stop the waitin' 'fore I stop the chasin', like a alcoholic

"You don't understand me" – What the fuck do you mean?

It's them rose-tinted cheeks, yeah, it's them dirt-colored eyes (Yeah) (Woo)

Sugar-honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene

Yeah, I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie

Ugh

20/20, 20/20 visions

Cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision, I

Wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind

I said, I said

I'm sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing

You're the one that's always running through my daydream, I

I can only see your face when I close my eyes

Can I get a kiss? (Can I get a kiss?)

And can you make it last forever? (Make it last forever)

I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to go to war)

I don't know if I'ma see you again (See you again)

Can I get a kiss? (Can I?)

And can you make it last forever? (Can you?)

I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to)

And I don't know if I'ma see you again

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—

(La-la-la, la-la-la-la)

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—

(La-la-la, la-la-la)

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—

(La-la-la, la-la-la-la)

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—

(La-la-la, la-la—)

One more time?

☆☆☆☆☆

"Who Dat Boy"

(feat. ASAP Rocky)

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?

Him that ni-gga, I swear

Stand out guy, him don't need no chair

Well, where the fuck him at? 'Cause nigga, I'm right here

I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just

Dumb mothafucka, I'm a goddamn artist

You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet

And you know that it's GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit

Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin

Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt

The boy drips swag like a broken faucet

It's runnin', nigga, I'm runnin' shit

That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston

Won't stop 'til the cops surround him

One nigga jiggy and the other awesome

With his fuckin' face blown off, that's how they found him

It's Young T

[Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky:]

Who dat boy? Who him is?

Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?

Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?

Why you niggas feel like that?

Mad 'cause a nigga neck chill like that

You mad 'cause a nigga push wheel like that?

Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that?

Nigga, who dem boys?

[A$AP Rocky:]

Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?

Who else step in this bitch this jig?

Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?

Who else came through with a wrist this flick?

Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance

Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass

Never seen a nigga in this much Raf

Still doin' math when I miss my class

Was it Summertime '06, had the Number (N)ine

Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince

Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman

Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time

Fresh freshmen 'til they skipped my ass

Senior citizen, don't forget my pass

Been that nigga and you knew that there

Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?

[Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky:]

Who dat boy? Who him is?

Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?

Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?

Why you niggas feel like that?

Mad 'cause a nigga's neck chill like that

You mad 'cause a nigga push wheel like that?

Why you puttin' bad vibes in the-?

Fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a planet

From my other fuckin' business ventures

These niggas these days

Actin' like some bitches, like they're fuckin' with ya (yeah)

Teeth is glistenin', Jesus, Christmas

He just shittin', she exquisite, bitches be expensive

(Yeah, let 'em know, nigga) And I don't even need attention

WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas

Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío

I'm currently lookin' for '95 Leo

My mom say she worried because I'm so ill

I should stay in bed, but got too much bread

To make, she said watch my weight

So I stayed home and start eatin' some meals

Get out of my way güey, boy, that's McLaren

That's 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I'm gone

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Oh, fuck

☆☆☆☆☆

"Pothole"

[Tyler, the Creator:]

Shit

My mother warned me that some niggas ain't my right hand

To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man

His name is Clancy, I fancy him, gotta give him props

He half the reason why dealerships even let me cop

So now I'm speedin' and tryna drive away from the fact

That she was right, so I triple left, tryna double back

The streets are filled with some clues like how I ain't notice that? (Hey, how I ain't see that?)

Fuck it, I seen some familiar stuck in the cul-de-sac

I pull up, get out, what up? I wanna help

But what you want for some, some niggas

Really don't want for themself

Now do I stay? Do I go? That's my dilemma

And traffic is picking up, if I don't leave I'ma get stuck (Skrt)

So I speed off, we talk barely and it seems awkward

And I heard through some words that you're off it

I got too much drive, don't wanna steer off path

And crash and get distracted

But I listen to that weather man 'cause it might rain

Keep my windshield wipers prepared

'Cause y'all throw so much shade (So much)

And I got jacket in trunk, but that's in the front

I also got power for both of us if you're ever in need of jump

Just let me know, my nigga

[Jaden Smith & Tyler, the Creator:]

I had to switch gears on 'em

Fishtail in the rearview mirror on 'em (Skrrt!)

I had to switch gears on 'em

You know, swerve, left turn, steerin' wheel on 'em

Nigga that's a pothole, watch out for the pothole

Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

[Tyler, the Creator:]

Snakes in the grass, but I walk

I got some new boots, on the back it says GOLF

So I be prepared for their bites, they're all talk

I left the condom in the grass so fuck off

Watchin' Clarence in a mansion with nobody in it

Young successful nigga, ride McLaren with no windows tinted

I drive by piggies when I'm in it 'cause it feels amazin'

The irony is I stopped eatin' bacon

Don't get it twisted, nigga, I'm still hungry, oh he lonely

All my friends talk about their hoes and tenderonies

But all I can show 'em is a couple cars and more things

That I've made in the couple past month, he's on, please

Everyone is a sheep, me, a lone wolf

Nobody gon' make a peep 'cause everyone wants some wool

Since everyone is a sheep, not everyone here is cool

Man I'd rather drown in a pool by myself

Than fuck with their fleece

See, man, T-Man fans be seesaw

Wind blows, they go, which way, who knows?

One day, "Fuck no," the next day, "Okay"

But fuck y'all, I know that T is four for four

I just want that garden and that Batmobile

Good health, success, time on earth worthwhile

Find somebody who love me and raise a couple of lizards

But my vehicle's good for now, that's in a couple of miles

Now keep it pushin', nigga

[Jaden Smith & Tyler, the Creator:]

I had to switch gears on 'em

Fishtail in the rearview mirror on 'em (Skrrrrrt!)

I had to switch gears on 'em

You know, swerve, left turn, steerin' wheel on 'em

Nigga that's a pothole, watch out for the pothole

Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

[Tyler, the Creator:]

Fuck, okay, next one

Do-do-do-do-do-do

Gotta watch out for the potholes

Ooh, said watch out for the potholes

Haha

☆☆☆☆☆

"Garden Shed"

(feat. Estelle)

[Estelle:]

Don't kill a rose

Before it could bloom

Fly, baby, fly

Out the cocoon

[Tyler, The Creator:]

You don't have to hide

I can smell it in your eyes

That there's something more to say, baby

Them words

Damn, run me back, yeah

[Estelle & Tyler, The Creator:]

If I could, if I could

If you could

Find the words to say

Find the words

In the garden

Shed

[Estelle:]

Don't kill a rose

Before it could bloom

Fly, baby, fly

Out the cocoon

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Ayo

Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed

For the garden

That is where I was hidin'

That was real love I was in

Ain't no reason to pretend

Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed

Garden shed for the garçons

Them feelings that I was guardin'

Heavy on my mind

All my friends lost

They couldn't read the signs

I didn't wanna talk and tell 'em my location

And they ain't wanna walk

Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase

Thought it'd be like the phrase; "poof," gone

But, it's still goin' on

Big fan of the beige tan

Polka dot nose, how it goes

Had to keep it on the subwoofer

A couple butterflies wanna float

But I was always like, "Eh"

Barely interested, but bagged just to brag to my boys like, "Bruh"

This is a crucial subject matter

Sensitive like cookin' batter

'Til the temperature that's risin'

Steppin' on that ladder, tryna

Grab the rings of Saturn, I'ma

Planet by the time you hear this

Shit and chatter 'bout the heat

It will not fuckin' matter

☆☆☆☆☆

"Boredom"

(feat. Rex Orange County & Anna of the North)

[Rex Orange County & Corinne Bailey Rae:]

When you're having fun, fun

(Time flies, time flies, time flies)

When you're having fun (Time flies)

Out the window (It goes, goes, goes)

[Rex Orange County & Anna of the North:]

Find some time, find some time to do something

Boredom got a new best friend

(Boredom, boredom, best friend)

'Cause boredom got a new best friend (Oh, oh, oh)

Boredom got a new best friend

Na-na-na, na-na-na, oh-na-na-na

Oh, oh, oh

Find some time, find some time to do something

Find some time (Find some time, oh)

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom

Boredom, boredom, boredom

Boy, my bedroom floor is a cereal burial, I'm serious

I ate 'em all, dry boxes, bodies, yeah I caught 'em

If we're talkin' 'bout real meals, ask my stomach, he ain't saw 'em

I've been in this fuckin' room so long

My eyeballs are turning to drywall

My friends suck, fuck 'em, I'm over 'em

"Hi y'all, y'all ain't hit me all-day

What the fuck is the problem? Is it me?

'Cause I'm not solved, I'm... bored"

[Rex Orange County & Anna of the North:]

Find some time, find some time to do something

(Oh)

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Bored and getting desperate as hell

(Desperate, using, texting, amusing)

Cellular not amusing and I hope someone will

Message me with some plans that are amusing as well

'Cause I haven't seen the exit of these walls since before this morning

Morning, morning, morning, morning

(Morning, oh, what the fuck?)

Got some cars I can handle but nowhere for performance

My stomach angry and yellin', I need some food, I could order

But I hate eating solo

Need someone, we can loiter in parking lots

As sunsets at the border, yeah

Ringy dingy dong, I can't be alone

I been starting to feel like I don't know anyone

So now I'm staring at my ceiling fuckin' blowing

Like I have no idea where I'm going

Tick tock

(Damn, gotta get outta here)

[Rex Orange County, Anna of the North and Tyler, the Creator:]

Find some time, find some time to do something

(Hey, can y'all help me right quick?)

Find some time, find some time to do something

Find some time, find some time to do something (Tick tock)

(Ti-ti-tick tock) (Oh)

[Tyler, the Creator & Anna of the North:]

'Cause boredom got a new best friend

Tick tock

Boredom got a new best friend

'Cause boredom got a new best friend

Tick tock

[Rex Orange County:]

Find some time, find some time

Gotta find some time, find some time

Gonna find some, find some time

Gotta find some time, find some time

Gonna find some, find some time

Gotta find some time, find some time

Gonna find some, find some time

Time, time, time, time

Time, time, time

[Shane Powers:]

"Ride's over, we got some tickets to see s-"

☆☆☆☆☆

"I Ain't Got Time!"

Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio!

(God I love this sample)

We're going to dance

And exercise

And have some fun

I ain't got time for these niggas

Better throw a watch at the boy

Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar

Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?

Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches

Better throw a clock at these hoes

Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose

Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?

Boy, I ain't got time

Boy, I need a Kleenex

How I got this far? Boy, I can't believe it

That I got this car, so I take the scenic

Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix

First, happy birthday!

You bitch-ass nigga, yup, I'm thirsty

Them little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me

I ain't fuck with your bitch-ass in the first place

I ain't got time for these niggas

Better throw a watch at the boy

Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar

Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?

Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches

Better throw a clock at these hoes

Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose

Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?

Boy, I ain't got time

Nat Turner would be so proud of me

'Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me

I bet they all looking from the crowd at me

And if I ask them, they would bow at me

But you're a house nigga, so you don't know

How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose

And my big dick and my short hair

'Cause you already know how slow my shit grow

(Hey)

Tick, tock

Tick, tock (Uh)

Tick, tock

Tick, tock (Yeah)

Tick, tock

Tick, tock (Ayo)

Tick, tock

Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill

When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil' (Hey)

Next line will have 'em like "whoa"

I've been kissing white boys since 2004

One me, two feet, three M's

Four, five, six years ago sucked

Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized

'Cause Vans fucked up

I'ma read commas, you gon' leave comments

Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada

You ain't important

I'ma keep sporting

All smiles over here

Shout out to The Garden

(Tick-tock)

(And that's a fact boy!)

And I just handle all my business like a chessboard

(Tick tock, tick, tock)

And at them Golf boys? That's my motherfucking set, boy

Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda

Walk weird 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda

With a Skywalker, riding 'round solar

Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola

Getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders

Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster

Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster

And the bread orthodox like I eat kosher

Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of

Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa

What's that thick odor?

Young Millie T

A young, focused black boy, oh silly me

(I ain't got time!)

Better talk shit

'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf shit

Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down

I'm Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down

(Boy, I ain't got time!) Yeah, right now

'Cause niggas dying every day and I ain't light brown

And i-D ain't wanna give a nigga no post

So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue

(Nigga I ain't got time!)

Listen, man, I'm that boy

All you little niggas clones

Boy I fill that void

You better kill that noise

Turn around and remap route

When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth

Tick, tock

Bitch

Tick, tock

Cause I ain't got ti-

Sugar

Oh!

You're so sweet

Fuck?

They should call you sugar

'Cause you're so s-

Hello?

☆☆☆☆☆

911 / Mr. Lonely"

(feat. Steve Lacy & Frank Ocean)

[Part I: 911]

[Tyler, The Creator:]

(Call me, call me, call me) Uh

(Call me, call me, call me)

(Call me) How you doin'?

(Call me) My name is Lonely, nice to meet you

Here's my number

You can reach me, woo!

(Call me)

911, call me some time

(You should call me)

911, call me some time

911 (You should call me, oh)

911 (Call me)

Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My thirst levels are infinity and beyond

Sippin' on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé

Can't see straight, these shades are Céline Dion

Sucks you can't gas me up, shout out to Elon

Musk, yeah, I got a sold-out show

Crowd wild out but don't matter 'cause you not front row

I've been lookin' for a keeper, listen to the speaker

If you fit description, hit me on my beeper

At that 911

[Steve Lacy, Anna of the North & Tyler, The Creator:]

Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)

Please bang my line, you know I'll answer (click)

Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)

Please bang my line

[Tyler, The Creator & Anna of the North:]

Call me

911, call me some time

You should call me

911, call me some time

911, (you should call me, oh)

911, (you should call me)

[Frank Ocean:]

Chirp, chirp

Woke up in the 'burbs, 'burbs, with the birds, birds

Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve

These days you gotta find time

Even the nightline

Work line

Dial nine

[Tyler, The Creator:]

Five car garage

Full tank of the gas

But that don't mean nothing, nothing

Nothin', nothin', without you shotgun in the passenger

I'm the loneliest man alive

But I keep on dancing to throw 'em off

I'm gon' run out of moves 'cause I can't groove to the blues

If you know any DJs, tell 'em to call me at 911

[Part II: Mr. Lonely]

[A$AP Rocky, ScHoolboy Q, Lionel & Tyler, The Creator:]

I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck

Old lonely ass nigga

I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck

Forreal, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something

I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck

Old weird ass nigga

I can't even lie, I've been

Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

[Tyler, The Creator:]

They say the loudest in the room is weak

That's what they assume, but I disagree

I say the loudest in the room

Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (That's me)

Attention seeker, public speaker

Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin' lonely (Woo)

Writin' songs about these people

Who do not exist, he's such a fuckin' phony (Woo)

One thing I know, is that I wanna

Win so bad, but I'm not Chicago

My heart is low, it's real low, it's so low

You can't lift me up, I'm like Gallardo

From the start it's been real dark

It's been so dark, I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh (Hahaha)

I'm playin' like Hasbro

I'm really Saari, call me Arto

Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla

I know you sick of me talkin' 'bout cars (Skrrt)

But what the fuck else do you want from me?

That is the only thing keepin' me company

Purchase some things until I'm annoyed

These items is fillin' the void (Void)

Been fillin' it for so long

I don't even know if it's shit I enjoy (Ohh, woo)

Current battle as an adult

My partner is a shadow

I need love, do you got some I could borrow?

Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow

But that never comes (Nah)

Like a vasectomy, what have I done? (Ohh)

I got the talent, the face and the funds

Found myself long ago but I haven't found someone (Who)

Mirror, mirror on the wall (Who)

The loneliest of them all (Me)

Cupid actin' stupid

Do you got another number I could call?

Never had a pet

I never had a pet

There's more fish in the sea

But I never had a goldfish to begin with

I never had a dog

So I've never been good with bitches

'Cause I never threw a ball, fetch

I never had a pet, that's where it stems from, I bet

Treat me like direct deposit (-Posit)

Check in on me sometime (Okay)

Ask me how I'm really doin'

So I never have to press that 911

[Jasper:]

Ohh!

Ohh shit!

Fuck!

Ohh!

Shit!

Ohh!

Damn! Damn!

☆☆☆☆☆

"Droppin' Seeds"

(feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]

Mula!

Like Adam in the Garden of Eve

My bitch got an apple bottom and she swallow my seeds

Follow my lead, fire I breathe, water my seed

And sit back and watch money grow on trees

Droppin' seeds like classes, these hoes drop they asses

I drop a seed in her panties if it smell like pansies

I'm a banshee in her panties, nigga, ask your mammy

Never played golf, but got a driver and a Caddy

Whole squad slammin' like Onyx, you know Sticky Fingaz

Some drop science, I'm droppin' English

Even if Tyler named the song "Flower"

No seeds in the bud, still don't trust bugs

I'm down

[Tyler, The Creator & Lil Wayne:]

Droppin' seeds on these niggas, they can't fuck with the boy (Mula!)

I'm droppin' seeds on these bitches for the love of the sport

I'm droppin' seeds, got this garden, flowers poppin' of course

I'm droppin' seeds, motherfucker, Weezy Baby the boy, yugh!

☆☆☆☆☆

"November"

Say some more, never want to talk about it

Feel a way, whoa

Feel a way, November

Take me back to November

Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water

Yeah, take me back to November, wassup

Can we go back to November?

Take me back to November

Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts

Naw, take me back to November, wassup

Ayo, What if Clancy fuckin' me over?

What if "Who Dat Boy" is rhetorical and this shit is over?

What if I'm hustling backwards?

What if my accountant ain't payin' my taxes, fillin' his pockets?

And IRS show up asking me questions I couldn't answer

'Cause I was too busy tryna make classics

Boy ain't got no motherfucking classics

What if my music too weird for the masses?

And I'm only known for tweets more than beats or

All my day-ones turn to three, fours 'cause of track seven

Fuck, what if I get stuck?

What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck-fifty

What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera

At them shitty apartments that's across from Bank of America?

Damn, I would be hurtin'

Writing all of these songs 'cause Wi-Fi wasn't working (Nah)

Last year, in total, I put out two verses

But five-seven figures since then, life's kinda perfect

Oh, is it really? Oh, is it really? Bitch, you know the dealy

Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy, how I Milly Rock

When they can't relate him, when they start to hate him

They don't drive these cars, so what's their ultimatum?

Tell me, what's your November? Is it a person?

Mine was the summer, '06, I remember the... (horn)

What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?

What if these deep thoughts was my last? Let me pull over, quick

And drive back to November

Take me back to November

Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water

Yeah, take me back to November, what's up?

Can we go back to November?

Take me back to November

Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts

Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Jasper Dolphin, Taco, Kilo Kish, Christian Clancy, Syd, Lionel, Vince Staples, Julian Conesugra:]

My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day

My November, and I was performing and Lil Wayne rapped with me, I think I cried that night

My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film

My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album

My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform

My November was... my brother took me to my first concert ever, which was to Kanye West's "Glow in the Dark..."

My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different

2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Tyler, The Creator & Vince Staples:]

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back

I ain't doin' fine, lost my mothafuckin' mind

Time travel back and help me find

Take me back, take me back to November, this I know

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back to November, this I kn—

"My November is right now"

I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion

Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending

'Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance

The lyrics are—

Matter of fact, I'ma just call you, so you can hear it

If you do answer, I'll play it to state facts

Although I already know the response you gon' say back

At that point I'll hang up, disappear and just stay back

And if you don't I'll leave a voicemail with the playback

Hello, no one is available to take your call

Please leave a message after the tone

☆☆☆☆☆

"Glitter"

Da na na na na, da na na na na

Da na na na na, my baby

You've been on my mind (How ya feel?)

I'm losing my mind because

I hope that we can be more than just friends

Fireworks, I feel like glitter

And every time you come around, I feel like glitter (How ya feel?)

You're the one that I needed in my life (How ya feel?)

You're the one that I needed in my life

Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?

I never been the darkest one 'cause my self esteem is tall

So I never seen eye-to-eye with y'all niggas, ayo

Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o

So I keep that buck, I ain't give no fuck

They ain't build me up so I block 'em like Lego

Feelin' glitter, feelin' good and great

Got the burner, got the heat, like wait

Got the shit, it's all up on that hip

I'll use it on myself on the day you dip

Got that 4, 5, 7, track 8 for me

Baby doll, I hope you agree

Because you light my

Fireworks, I feel like glitter (I don't even know what that means)

And every time you come around, I feel like glitter

(How ya feel?) You're the one that I needed in my life

'Cause I love having you around (I love)

'Cause I love having you around

Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy

This is one sided, yeah, I can't lie

We ain't gon' work out, we a fat boy

Yeah, sumo, got it, memo

Pale skin see-through, must be a window

'Cause you ain't an L, could be a DJ

When I see you, my heart beat changes tempo

Yeah, simple, that's what I want but I can't

That's who you are but I ain't (How ya feel?)

We can track 10 skiptrace, I'm caught in your quicksand, wait

Please don't save me

Ooooh

(Please don't save me, yeah)

How ya feel?

(Rose tinted cheeks)

How ya feel?

(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)

How ya feel?

(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)

How ya feel?

(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)

How ya feel?

We didn't get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection

Fuck

☆☆☆☆☆

Enjoy Right Now, Today

(Instrumental)

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