Tyler, The Creator – BOYFRIEND, GIRLFRIEND (2020 Demo) Lyrics




I’m sorry
I’m sorry I don’t see you more
I’m sorry that the 4 minutes where you see your son could feel like a chore
Sis I’m sorry I’m your kin
Sorry we ain’t close as we should’ve been
Sorry to my old friends
The stories we could’ve wrote if our egos didn’t take the pen
Sorry to the freaks I led on
Who thought their life was gonna change cause I gave ‘em head on
But instead I sped off
Yeah I know I’m dead wrong
Sorry to the guys I had to hide
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain’t need to know if I was by the lake
Switching tides too
Anyway I don’t wanna talk
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don’t wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private life
Cause you’re weird
Met that girl this year
But that’s none ya biz
Give enough with my art
Know your place
My personal space, ya’ll don’t need to be a part
I’m sorry I don’t wanna link
And small talk over dinner
I don’t even drink
Can’t guilt trip me
I’m ice cold roller rink

N**** read the room
Dont assume
N***** is cool
Stay in your pocket
This is pool
Blah blah blah blah bout
Trauma, you ain’t special
Everybody got problems

Sorry I’m not empathetic
Sorry you think I’m pathetic
Sorry I don’t wanna bro down
Sorry I don’t know your pronouns
I don’t mean no disrespect, but damn we just met
Calm the fuck down
Oh I’m out of touch and I’m a jerk?
A bank account could never match my worth
Sorry Mother Earth polluting air with chemicals and dirt
These cars ain’t gonna buy and drive themselves
What the hell you think I work for?
Not to not explore and stay the same?
Sorry to the fans who say I changed
Cause I did
Sorry you don’t know me on a personal level to pinpoint what it is
Sorry to my ancestors
I know I’m supposed to fight
But it’s ice shining brighter than a black man’s plight
Imma make it right
In the meantime, I’ll give some advice
While these blood diamonds getting cleaned off
N**** fuck the price, spend it then
Then again I can’t save n*****
I’m not Superman
But I could try
I’m sorry I’m pretentious
Sorry that the talent, knowledge, passion isn’t missing
Sorry when I talk my shit and I could back it up with confidence
It get you n***** tripping man
Fuck the numbers, fuck a hook
You put me on a stage andI’ll show you the difference
Let me see y’all hit a stage
Let me see y’a’ll write a page
Let me see you make a decision I made
And claim that I don’t know about minimum wage
Or Section 8 Water in the ketchup bottle to stretch
When n***** ate, geting pressed by n***** hopping gates
Thinkin’ it’s normal cause you ain’t
Supposed to make it past 18
Or escape, the figure 8 cycle
And I promise this is like a diet
Imma make a way
And I did
Did feel good work
Paid off
Now we gon’ celebrate
But n***** claim you arrogant
When they can’t relate to moments of feeling great
So they aim, duck duck duck em
I shot right back, buck buck buck him
Sorry not sorry
Buck ‘em
I got two words:
Fuck ‘em