Letra de FISHTAIL - Tyler, The Creator

(Feat. The Creator)

If we find anything in these days and times

I hope it's to live your life

There's no rules to this

Be your motherfuckin' self

Fishtailin', I'm fishtailin'

I'm fishtailin', ain't no tellin' if I'm out of control

I'm fishtailin', I said, I'm fishtailin' (With everything we accomplish)

I'm fishtailin', ain't no tellin' if I'm out of control (Yeah, it's still so much more to do)

Hawthorne, California, years that I was formin' up

Before the world would know me and I would come and perform for ya

I was baby boy seein' things outside of my cornea

In the world with mama, where papa didn't show up for us

I ain't let it phase me, I just focused on my wishes

Execute ideas and accumulate multi-millions (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)

Get a bigger house with a kitchen to cook our meals in

No niggas that can press me whenever I exit buildin'

A boy on handlebars that would listen to all my demos

That list was 'bout as long as a limo, but, here's the memo

Them niggas that look like me treat my nuance as a nuisance

So they would segregate me 'cause I didn't match they blueprint

What you think that's tied to? Shit, they don't know, but I do

So we don't match in eye view, nigga, you peaked in high school

So we can not compare, your perspective is stuck, goner

'Cause I was signin' eight-figure checks with my gloves on

I'm fishtailin', I'm fishtailin'

I'm fishtailin', ain't no tellin' if I'm out of control (Don't regret tomorrow what you didn't do today)

(Dreams can always become reality)

I'm just livin' my life as the best I see

If it don't excites me, we not the same team

Watchin' comma, comma, comma since I turned nineteen

So do not pay me no mind

Yeah

"How it feel? How it feel?" My nigga, it's so good

Smile on that baby face, schooling I was fuckin' up

Focused, I was comin' up, them kiddies had them tummies up

Was nineteen years of age when my pockets was 'bout a hundred up

How I get them checks off, nigga?

I ate and I paid my mama's debt off, nigga

Now the pay stubs is silly, it's millis from old banter

The ice near my shoulders colder than Homelander

No lackin', ma, the jimmy is strapped like some old sandals

I don't brag 'em, but she said my shit longer than old phantoms (Skrrt)

No alcohol or opium (Nope), he sober like some polar skin

He focused, 'cause he ain't think rap could take him to this podium (Yeah)

Livin' every day to the fullest, but move in silence

So romanticize your life, 'cause tomorrow ain't pinky promised

Bitch, I'm fishtailin', yeah

I ain't think rap could take me this far, for real

Changin' niggas lives

I took my mom to Roscoes, early on

And I was like "Listen, you never have to work again in your motherfuckin' life"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah

I kept that promise

Who would've ever thunk it?

I mean, did you see we was gon' make it this far?

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