作词 : Frank Ocean/Tyler Okonma
作曲 : Frank Ocean/Tyler Okonma
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D (Star Trak)
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
****, (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs
Me? I'm from the slums, nigga who pushing a ton
Tons of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums
Mama done made her one, um, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so show me your t*****s hun
You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin'
OK, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun
Venues are like b*****s with me, “Should he come?”
I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese
New 'Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
**** critics (“How's your shit?”) ****, How's your knees?
Y'all on my d**k more than my index when I take a pee (Damn)
I came up with “Rella”, ain't touch a bag of shit (Word?)
Shit was better than Whitney Houston's needs
Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ay
Getting T.U., O.F., indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt, like “where's the hooded sleeve?”
Okay, nevermind, we found him, yeah
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
****, now I kick it in the 'burbs
Guess I win, checks started cashing in
I stopped rapping and started asking where my ****ing passion is
Probably where that faggot went (who?) Tyler talking father problems
Shocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns
I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom
Thought that roach was cool he died and pushed me into stardom
Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche
Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to “Cowboy”, ay!
Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ay!
AUS was awes’, I enjoyed, boy
You niggas played as a tot's toy
Have a good day as I annoy, oi
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
**** now I kick it in the 'burbs
Canons with panorama's views
My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas or crackers in Alabama
G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF
I opened up a store so I don't stress
But b***h, I (what?) mosh in gardens
Jazz punk shit, playing chords
Making up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons
And I keep shartin'
Hoodies with rectangles and different colors
****ing think I started kindergarten
My b***h is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b***h is on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind
My b***h is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b***h is on my handle bars (Handle bars)
Hair blowing in the wind (Ooohh)
Her freckles look like candy bars (Shit)
My cool summer never ends (cool)
My b***h is on my handle bars
Yeah (Bars, bars)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
Oh my God, seriously? Mister Cool Guy, haha
You're talking to a ****ing bike, loser
Hehe, oh shit
[00:00.00] 作词 : Frank Ocean/Tyler Okonma
[00:00.77] 作曲 : Frank Ocean/Tyler Okonma
[00:01.55]Me and Slater just hit a curb
[00:04.04]Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D (Star Trak)
[00:07.16]Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
[00:09.97]****, (what?) now I kick it in the 'burbs
[00:12.88]
[00:13.02]Me? I'm from the slums, nigga who pushing a ton
[00:15.89]Tons of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums
[00:18.18]
[00:19.11]Mama done made her one, um, a witty son
[00:22.25]With no respect for women so-so show me your t*****s hun
[00:25.82]You eighteen? Me? I'm twenty-somethin'
[00:28.23]OK, I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
[00:31.60]I wild out at shows, break shit, it should be fun
[00:34.47]Venues are like b*****s with me, “Should he come?”
[00:37.86]I'ma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips
[00:40.92]Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
[00:43.47]A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese
[00:46.80]New 'Preme shit got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
[00:50.23]**** critics (“How's your shit?”) ****, How's your knees?
[00:53.10]Y'all on my d**k more than my index when I take a pee (Damn)
[00:56.10]I came up with “Rella”, ain't touch a bag of shit (Word?)
[00:59.41]Shit was better than Whitney Houston's needs
[01:02.84]Golf Wang, that's the team to be, ay
[01:04.77]Getting T.U., O.F., indeed
[01:07.78]We was missing Sweatshirt, like “where's the hooded sleeve?”
[01:11.54]Okay, nevermind, we found him, yeah
[01:13.30]
[01:15.67]Me and Slater just hit a curb
[01:17.80]Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D
[01:20.85]Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
[01:23.79]****, now I kick it in the 'burbs
[01:26.88]
[01:27.36]Guess I win, checks started cashing in
[01:29.66]I stopped rapping and started asking where my ****ing passion is
[01:32.98]Probably where that faggot went (who?) Tyler talking father problems
[01:35.24]Shocking shit, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns
[01:38.63]I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom
[01:42.37]Thought that roach was cool he died and pushed me into stardom
[01:44.88]Now; Ye's, PJs, sipping leche
[01:47.50]Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to “Cowboy”, ay!
[01:50.88]Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ay!
[01:54.27]AUS was awes’, I enjoyed, boy
[01:56.50]You niggas played as a tot's toy
[01:59.88]Have a good day as I annoy, oi
[02:03.03]
[02:04.91]Me and Slater just hit a curb
[02:07.10]Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D
[02:10.11]Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs
[02:13.13]**** now I kick it in the 'burbs
[02:15.88]
[02:16.21]Canons with panorama's views
[02:18.08]My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas or crackers in Alabama
[02:21.89]G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF
[02:24.00]I opened up a store so I don't stress
[02:27.26]But b***h, I (what?) mosh in gardens
[02:29.33]Jazz punk shit, playing chords
[02:31.50]Making up shit, pardon my Dolly Partons
[02:34.76]And I keep shartin'
[02:36.00]Hoodies with rectangles and different colors
[02:38.00]****ing think I started kindergarten
[02:39.88]
[02:40.03]My b***h is on my handle bars
[02:43.04]I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
[02:50.31]Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[02:53.07]My b***h is on my handle bars
[02:56.26]Hair blowing in the wind
[02:58.63]Her freckles look like candy bars
[03:02.37]Hair blowing in the wind
[03:04.88]My b***h is on my handle bars
[03:08.50]I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
[03:14.55]Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[03:17.36]My b***h is on my handle bars (Handle bars)
[03:20.79]Hair blowing in the wind (Ooohh)
[03:23.24]Her freckles look like candy bars (Shit)
[03:26.80]My cool summer never ends (cool)
[03:29.40]My b***h is on my handle bars
[03:31.88]Yeah (Bars, bars)
[03:39.17]Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[03:42.50]
[03:42.78]Oh my God, seriously? Mister Cool Guy, haha
[03:47.21]You're talking to a ****ing bike, loser
[03:50.71]Hehe, oh shit