Tyler The Creator – SAFARI Lyrics


Lyrics for SAFARI by Tyler The Creator



Lyrics “SAFARI” by Tyler The Creator


[Intro: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator]
Destination: remote
But I’ve been everywhere
Only thing we ain’t traveled
Is time (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
The boy records smell like bleach
I could travel where I want
I’m accustomed, clean and customed
It ain’t custom I don’t come
Free the bird to the truck
I [?] water to stewardess
Border control, that’s some stupid shit
Stayin’ at home, I hate
Runaway love but I’m no Ludacris
Sippin’ on Menti, take my shoes off
Then we take off then I snooze off
Until I land, know I’m four grand
And I wake up, have to droop off
Got my passport in my weak hand
I’ma peel off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
We climb ’til we find the peace sign
Fuck all the checks from the calls, get a passport
See the world, open your eyes ’til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and won’t leave, shit is backwards
Start with your feet then I caught in an ample
Get our your bubble-gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Sled in the Alps or go to a Missoula
Or two in Japan, I go scuba in Cuba
Or land in a borough, [?] got the Brio
She bought it in Como, it matches my keycode
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 “Me!”

[Break: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator]
Catch us if you can
Are you keepin’ up? (Find)
Once in a lifetime (Baby you should find me)
This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide
Speakin’ matter-factly
We’re just lightyears ahead

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Every car retarded, the garage look like a looney bin
What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (Uh)
I been switchin’ gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN
Clutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (Uh)
Huh, took that GRAMMY home, couldn’t lose again
The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (Uh)
Hov talkin’ ’bout a hundred million, nigga, loot me in
Like who that young, rich, handsome nigga with the gooey skin? (Uh)
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’ (Uh)
Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it’s Baudelaire Wolfie though
The felines name him Al for how long he eat the— (Pussy)
Wait a minute (Uh)
Pink wolfer scuff quickly, FI cost a buck sixty
I’ll keep it a buck fifty, y’all can’t really fuck with me (Uh)
Bitch, I got the fuzz and I’ma own it ’til they bury him
Only twenty-nine but I’ve been focused since thirty M (Uh)

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz)
And like that (Uh)
We gone




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