Ziploc – Tyler the Creator lyrics

Lyrics Tyler the Creator – Ziploc
whats the point of being rich when you wake up alone
whats the point of going home when it aint nobody there
f*ck that i grab my bike and phone home in the air
and i pedal through the city with the wide frame steer
with that tall pale boy that i met last year
grape, thats what i call em, love, thats what i fall in
fell in i aint like sports growing up but now im balling
i guess im a late bloomer
high tide bottoms cause the neck on lunar
them GOLF le FLEUR unos cause, we dont do puma
thats 20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds
you aint gotta like him and you aint gotta respect him
for playing chess with these niggas
that think that theyre bench pressing
leg day is getting skipped, guess who really running s**t?(ziploc)
young teezy it aint easy lungs wheezy in this b***h
new slaves got yall niggas feeling breezy on the ship
pour a fanta in your poison so its easier to sip huh? Tyler the Creator lyrics
Video Tyler i cant even get a song to play on the radio
but trippled in them ratings tv channels still pay me tho
pharrell told me not to trip
i am in my ziploc
feel like i got the best album out
i know i got the best album out
preechhh. two niggas first week top 3! my s**t leaked two weeks before that release date
first week, did dos, 1,000 off ,beat meek
shout out meek!