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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Shane Powers
Vocals
Bunny Sigler
Sampled Artist
Colin Boyd
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Syd Bennett
Recording Engineer
Mick Guzauski
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Feel alright?
God, goodness gracious
I can't wait to see the look on y'all **** faces
That boy T not surprised his thoughts and chasten
Fuck them crackers up at Mountain Dew, them **** is racist
Cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook
So I told 'em that I'll exchange the word "Faggot" with book
And all them books is pissed off and at they page in a butch
Fuckin' attitude switch is like a book with a strife
But, I'm a fraud, I pray to God when it's six triple book bashin'
While me and my favorite Martha lips tickle
Peter Parker pick a pack of peppers when the plot thickens
[Verse 2]
Tyler, The Creator fuckin' kill you with a popsicle
Cold blooded so we rock mittens so they won't find him
Not kiddin', keep the Tommy on me bitch, I'm Ms. Pickles
Said I seem off last time the team talked
Sick of makin' **** cabbage so I took the 'preme off
Should have bought some stock in it
(Shut the fuck up, I get it, you're shockin' it)
Not golf when the lil' homies don't wait
Let's weigh my options
I bought me a mansion, that bought some attention
Give none to Hopsin, and dear Boyce Watkins
Why you mad? It's the slave in me
It's facts, boy, I'm back like Rosa Parks in they favorite seat
Videos, stage dives, popups, they watchin' T
While y'all **** be watchin' the throne, the throne be watchin' me
[Verse 3]
If you fuck this up
There are so many fuckin' kids right now listenin' to this guy
Get those wings flappin' motherfucker!
'Cause this kid's ready to fuckin' fly
[Verse 4]
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, **** **** on the wall
Rap bars, jail bars, guys shootin' basketballs
Tyler, the dark skin arrested in Austin
Cops know who I was 'cause kids said the show was awesome
[Verse 5]
Tyler, Tyler, I swear to, I swear to fuck, if you fucking
Do not fuck this up
You have the whole world in your fuckin' hands
[Verse 6]
How many leaders in the house?
Well can't somebody bring the mirrors out? I'm gettin' lonely
Likes and apologies, the snaps make it obvious
That everybody on this fuckin' planet lackin' confidence
How many leaders in the house? (Do not fuck this up)
Well can't somebody bring the camera out so I can film me?
See a great director? ****'s vision must be blurry
Boy, I give them epic shots like jaywalkin' in Missouri
Wait, how many leaders in the house?
Well can't somebody bring my album out so I can hear one?
Pour me a drink, shit I don't know what to think
'Cause all these **** leanin' like they Forest Whitaker's blink
Wait, how many leaders in the house?
See why nobody got they hands up? See that's the issue
Written by: Tyler Okonma