Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & Santigold] Your new hot comb go 'round and 'round (Go) Your new blowout go 'round and 'round (Pick it out) The 360 waves go 'round and 'round (Go) The grease addin' up, it go 'round and 'round [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] I gotta work, I gotta eat If they see you on top of me, I gotta leave Bitch, I killed you Your natural state is threatening To the point that I point at myself for self-esteem Bitch, I killed you No findin' out a couple knots was a map We escapin', them routes right on the scalp Bitch, I killed you Takin' you out, it's not a game Feel ashamed, so we straightened you out without a doubt Bitch, I killed you, you are so essential How we used to pick you 'cause you was a symbol Berries and oils, your naturе was so simple But I guess the coils and kinks bеcame an issue Therefore, bitch, I killed you, Jheris and Mimis (Mimis) I burnt you, I cut you, I filled you up with chemis (Chemis) Forced you to relax, you was thick, you was beauty Couldn't take the heat, so you gone when they see me now Yeah, bitch, I killed you Aunties, grandmas, sisters, mamas, darker-skinneded women's conscience Got you, bitch, they killed you Uncles, daddies, brothers, sons cut by one, the shit begun early Bitch, they killed you Mentally stuck, I couldn't see, when you breathe (I couldn't see) Thought I needed a cut, it fucked me up (It fucked me up) Bitch, I killed you We don't got advantages, we don't match they images So it led to damages, ah, I had to kill you I gotta work, I gotta eat If they see you on top of me, then I'm at peace Bitch, I killed you You are my crown, without the grease, really fine Got the kinks in they mind they gotta ease Bitch, I killed you Gravity defy, against the elements Call you fragile? I say you delicate You the room, baby, they the motherfuckin' elephant Talkin' 'bout my heritage I could never kill you [Interlude: Tyler, The Creator] (Go away) (Pick it out) (Go, go) Comb that shit (Go, pick it out) You need to pick that shit out, bitch (Away, pick it out) Yeah, yeah (Away, pick it out) [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Trapped in the back, aw (Where they at?) Type three, is it type four? (Where they at?) Fuck it, get down, this is my crown (Where they at?) You got kinks in your mind, boy (Where they at?) [Outro: Childish Gambino] You're so beautiful (Away) I didn't mean to (Just as beautiful) You're so beautiful (Away) Just as beautiful (Away) Just as beautiful Ooh, ah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Away) (Away, away, a-a-a-away, away) Just as beautiful (Ooh, ooh) Dum, dum (Ooh), dum, dum Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum (Ooh)