Sarah Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

I like my girls skinny with brains 

I like my hoodies fucked with lane 

I like my friends imaginary with no names 

And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame 

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round 

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town 

So I went Down South but I ended up North 

Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch 

And of course, my car's off course 

You're so white, my blinkers don't work 

I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you 

Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce 

You make a nigga sing songs nice 

You make a nigga's night turn day 

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow 

It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello 

I want to eat you out like jello 

And mess with your body like the bass and the cello 

And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no) 

Fuck (Shit) and another one, there goes another one 

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Another love song about shit 

And I'll be rich if I get another diss 

And maybe Cupid won't miss 

Maybe (No) 

Maybe (I'm sorry) 

Maybe (I got a date) 

Maybe ("F" that) 

I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me 

But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's 

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement 

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went 

(Tyler, what you doing?) Shut the fuck up, you going to fucking love me bitch 

Or I'm a fucking put this gun in your fucking head 

But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek 

In private, not public in the streets 

And your cupcake how we eat and your toes 

Cause I got a big fetish with the feet 

I just want somebody I can see 

You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me 

I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much 

Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch 

Now this shit is turning to a habit 

I'm the Murder King, I gotta have it my way 

And truthfully girl you really make my day 

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I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay 

And I can't even look the other way 

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive 

L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin' 

And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role 

Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold 

And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, Sarah 

Half your body laying on my chest 

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast 

And I'm a just take another guess 

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes 

Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately 

Shit, I don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck 

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy 

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody 

And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy 

Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me? 

What did you want from me? What did you want from me?