CORSO Lyrics – Tyler, The Creator
You see (Uh)
On this here stage tonight is something legendary (Yo)
He goes by the name of The Creator (Crazy, ayo)
But you, you call him Tyler Baudelaire (Look)
I be talkin’ that fresh, ***, I don’t need gum (Nah)
Cookie crumbs in the rolls, never no *** crumbs (No)
He ain’t talk to his *** in three days
It ain’t gotta be this way, I’m down for the *** (Woo)
I might buy a boat, *** (Yeah)
Depends if Capri got space, don’t really need one
I could go in the wintertime, baby, I be some
Find another *** like me ’cause I ain’t seen one (Tell ’em, no)
Pull up in that, uh, whatchamacallit? (Nyoom)
Played a couple demos at Madison Square Garden
And tell them *** at Sony I’m not callin’
I’m plottin’ on a billi’, chilly in my garden, yuh
Alright
I admit it
We just been playin’ with you niggas, man
T, I think you need to load that second clip
We hop on, French waltz, uh
She say she like the royce and I’m like “Which one?
I got two, hun,” look (Let’s go)
Catch me in my other-other-other-other crib, that’s my AKA
Hurricane-proof all the views, *** like “A Bay Bay” (Damn)
Of course, he had ascot, passport got tattoos
Slim ***, big-***, with a ***’ gap tooth
The way you been (Money)
They call me Mr. Always On Some *** You Never Seen (Hah)
In that mansion, livin’ single, ***, I’m Maxine
“Niggas of your status shouldn’t talk”
Give a *** about you thoughts, call me if you get lost, ***
Okay, now you understand what we came here to do, right?
Oh yeah, me, I go by the name of DJ Drama
And on my side, that’s Tyler Baudelaire
AKA Bunnyhop
AKA The Creator
Call me if you get lost, suckers (Hahaha)
We didn’t come to play wit’ you niggas (Look)
Look, tried to take somebody *** ’cause I’m a bad person
I don’t regret *** because that ***** worth it
In the end, she picked him, I hope when they ***’
She still thinkin’ of me ’cause I’m that perfect
I’ma get that deep text when it first surface
Better send it to my ego ’cause that *** hurtin’
Hope y’all *** workin’ (True story), I’m a psycho, ha
Don’t give a ***, you left my heart twerkin’
Movin’, losin’, grip on my doing’s (Yeah)
Eyes is cryin’ on the jet, cruisin’
‘Bout to spend millions just to fill voids up
Drama, I need you (Yessir), can you turn the noise up?
Can you turn the noise up? Can you turn the noise up? (Go, go, go, go)
Turn the ***’ noise up, ah, ***, my heart broken
Remember I was rich so I bought me some new emotions
And a new boat ’cause I rather cry in the ocean
It’s T, baby, uh
Hahahaha, I tried to tell y’all
I don’t even like using the word ‘***’
It just sounded cool