Heart of Gold

Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]: All right guys, um... (right motherfucker) Look, I'm not gonna lie, some of you guys need extra credit (i don't nigga I'm smart) It's the end of the semester, school's about to be out (fuck school, im dropping out) And really, some of you guys aren't even passing, so.. (Nigga I gotta Z) Today I'm going to give you guys a free write You guys have 5 minutes to write about anything you want (fuck five, nigga) So, uhh.. Get out a paper and pencil and get started.. (can I have a pen motherfucker?) [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] Bass hit snaps yo back cracks front no football punt apple jacks no sin Always out the motherfucking box, no in Don't have a religion, ignorant no sin Begin my book first page no end Talk to that piano no friends We don't try nigga, just natural The mothafucking cloud feels good pterodactyl Fuck tourrettes like pronouncing Tara backwards Never been cool I just act natural It's a shame, mellow hype tame Hodgy, Casey V, after that MellowHype came (Yes, sir) And at heart we are all lames At that brain we're left and at this we're best I'm the teacher, so the students go ahead and test Kinda like ninth grade when ugly bitches grew breasts Kinda….. I'm Waldo Find them soul, California rush I got a heart made of gold At the end your bitch rainbow Leprechaun I told that pussy did clove I got a heart made of gold Umm… I got a heart made of gold Hey, yo, Domo, hit 'em [Verse 2: Domo Genesis] I'm so 24 karat, heart made of gold With subway lines dropping weight like Jared Nigga I'm (arid?) No stress bowflex get buff choke 'em till they go deaf No rest switch teams and I'm still hot Cuz everything I touch is golden Jill Scott, pill pop Swallow my stylow Mr. Low Blow so ho lady me low Explode all on your eardrums Sex in that headphone about to make your ear cum Here comes the Odd Future Rookie Breaking niggas off like niggas share a cookie Go book me I need to perform more Cuz I'm raging like teenage hormones And maybe a jail is what I board on Cuz it's death to any beat I record on He got a heart made of gold He got a heart made of gold [Interlude] Hey yo, shit I'm half asleep and shit, fuck it yall, um... [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] I'm ill, I'm sick, no lie I'm sick I need my fucking meds A cute bitch that gives head That only love me for money Didn't hear a fucking word I said Gold digging, [?] soul driven Freestyles written, urine, shittin' Fuck it, pissing Left Brain on the loop turn shit No coupe it isn't (turn it?) That's cool I'm living, smile every day You wanna go away, I wanna go up But how do I do that when I do not give a fuck? Well, let me rethink while I reheat up my lunch End, fin, stop, begin [Verse 4: Domo Genesis] One of a kind A mile high stood out Beat raped, I went in and didn't pull out Mixtape is deaf, when it's put out I'm real, my down fall is what you should doubt The Genesis, is winning shit Need censorship, 'cause I'm ignorant Fuck a beat like I was intimate My style is the new bitch Get into it [Outro: Tyler, The Creator] Alright guys, time is up Pass your papers and your pencils to the front And uh, well, I guess free time Hey Left Brain, put that piano away during class, shit Fuck, I need to quit