Tyler The Creator – CORSO Lyrics


CORSO Lyrics by Tyler The Creator


I be talking that fresh, shit, I don’t need gum
Cookie crumbs in the rolls, never no weed crumbs
He ain’t talk to his bitch in three days
It ain’t gotta be this way, I’m down for the threesome
I might buy a boat
Depends if Capri got space, don’t really need one
I can go in the winter time, baby, I bleed sun
Find another n**** like me, ’cause I ain’t seen one
Pull up in that, uhhh, whatchamacallit
Played a couple demos at Madison Square Garden
And tell them mutherfuckas at Sony I’m not calling
I’m plotting on a billy, chilly in my garden, yeah

B-Hop, uh, French Waltz, uh
She said she like the Royce, and I’m like, “Which one? I got two, hun”

Catch me at my other, other, other, other crib
That’s my AKA
Hurricane proof all the views, shit like ay bay bay
The fuzzy hat, ascot, passport got tattoos
Slim n****, big dick, with that fucking gap tooth
The way he beam
Call me Mr. Always On Some Shit You Never Seen
In that mansion living single, bitch, I’m Maxine
N***** of your standard shouldn’t talk
Give a fuck about your thoughts
Call me if you get lost, bitch

Tried to take somebody bitch ’cause I’m a bad person
I don’t regret shit because that worth it
In the end she picked him
I hope when they’re fucking she still thinking of me ’cause I’m that perfect
I’ma get that deep text when this verse surface
Better send it to my ego ’cause that shit hurting
Hope y’all shit workin’, I’m a psycho, huh?
Don’t give a fuck, you left my heart twerking!
Losing grip on my doings
Eyes is cryin’
On the jet cruisin’
‘Bout to spend millions just to fill voids up
Drama, I need you
Can you turn the noise up?
Aww, n****, my heart broken
Remembered I was rich, so I bought me some new emotions
And a new boat ’cause I’d rather cry in the ocean
It’s T, baby