Letra de MASSA - Tyler, The Creator

(Feat. The Creator)

Whatever your shit is, man, do it

Whatever bring you that immense joy, do that, that's your luxury

The greatest thing that ever happened to me was

Bein' damn near twenty and leavin' Los Angeles for the first time

I got out my bubble, my eyes just wide

My passport is the most valuable—

Massa couldn't catch me, my legs long than a bitch

Got too much self-respect, I wash my hands 'fore I piss

They try to talk me—, ehm, I'ma just go

Yeah, when I turned twenty-three, that's when puberty finally hit me

My facial hair started growin', my clothing ain't really fit me

That caterpillar went to cocoon, do you get me?

See, I was shiftin', that's really why Cherry Bomb sounded so shifty

My taste started changin' from what it was when they met me

But first impression is everything, ain't wanna let me go

Always curious as a child and askin' questions, so

I ain't give no fucks, if, and, buts if they accept me

Yo, my boy Skateboard P gave me that speech in Italy session, um

Thankfully, by hour three it detoured perspective, um

Thoughts changed so rapid, turned to butterfly, Flower Boy happened

All the bees buzzed me, the bugs screamed they loved me

First time I private airlined, accolades, song got airtime

Grew into my style, body, and feelings, and fixed my hairline

Calmed down in front of cameras, business hit tens of millions

I'm not that little boy y'all was introduced to at one-nine

Mom was in the shelter when "Yonkers" dropped, I don't say it (I don't say it)

When I got her out, that's the moment I knew I made it (Yeah, yeah)

I don't come from money, they deny it

Since I don't mirror the stereotypical products of my environment

Eight figures in taxes taken, that shit is stupid

A flower gets its petal, they pluck it, but never use it

It's still potholes in the schools, where does it go?

It's still loopholes that I use, nobody knows

Massa couldn't catch me, my legs long than a bitch

Got too much self-respect, I wash my hands 'fore I piss

They try to talk me up, but I keep short like Caesar

Eyes open if I pray 'cause I can't trust God either, uh

Seein' that we only get one life to live

How far do you really wanna take it?

Don't let 'em ever tell you nothin' you can't do

Yeah, I purchase more wheels when I feel like I'm third-wheelin'

My favorite part of the double R is the bird ceilin'

The panoramic view of the sky and the sun beamin'

That ray of light show that nobody is front-seatin'

I'm on the hunt for perfect but decent is what I been on

I know she fell in love, but commitment is not my end goal

And all my friends that did got too comfy, a little chubby

And that drive to make that money dried up when that nose was runny

We ain't gotta pay attention to the stuff that he battles

Everyone I ever loved had to be loved in the shadows

Tug-of-war with X and Y felt like a custody battle

Felt like the boat goin' down, it felt like I'm missin' a paddle

Might buy that crib in Seattle covered in grass, lackin' gravel (Yeah)

It come with two boats and cattle, I'm livin' sweet, ain't you heard? (Ain't you heard, nigga?)

This perspective from the beak of a bird

You hope I peak, you take my peace

You gon' see me and run like thieves in the night

I'm paranoid, I sleep with a gun

The heat on my dungaroos because they beefin' for fun

I'm vegan for now, I'm conscious, know my hands meet when I bow

I'm grateful, you niggas hateful, you eat at me, you got a plate full

You can't relate to these things I say to these instrumentals

Whether it's wealth talk or shit that's painful

I paint full pictures of my perspective on these drum breaks

Just for you to tell me it's not good from your lunch break

Holiday season

A vision you have to understand from perspective

Check your resources, nigga

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