Tyler, The Creator
THE PRISM
[Verse 1]
Okay, let's start things on the wrong track 'cause I'm a goblin
I'm gobbling these nuts and I'm makin' 'em go "yonkers"
They all starting to feel like they radicals, hitting their head like "bonkers"
But, that's when I meet she, who was so mysterious she prolly lived in Transylvania, I had an egomania which felt like a nightmare
And you know that's not fair
My alter ego Tron Cat been takin' over
He in my rover, but when I drove her
We got high and saw some sandwitches, need bandages
The issue is there's no other fish in the sea
'Cause all I want is this boppin' bitch, all I need
My friend said "let's look at this analog"
But, my bitch suck dick so you know I ain't gon' play, dawg
When we done, I said "look at my window and see the stars"
So bizarre, ay, you, then I pushed her into the sidewalk
Don't matter, I got 79 mo' hoes to side-talk to
It was a dark time in my life, I'll behold, then
Never knew that ever since, it would just be golden, huh

[Verse 2]
I feel like a wolf, or at least I used to
Drinkin' Jamba Juice until that cowboy just abused you
Man, sometimes it's just so awkward
To listen back to Domo23, sweat in them lockers
When she call me, I wouldn't answer, my dancer
I don't slay, I'm just a slater, my prancer
You, like, 48 but I'm into my colossus, you say "damn, sir"
The party isn't over, hold on
We gon' start a campfire, drive around in my bimmer for so long
We get there, have some arguments, my eye, if age, why?
You say I sound like some pigs, and I drive you to the mall, my guy
I meet my friend in the parking lot
I start braggin' about my girl, because okay, why not?
My rhymes a lil' rusty, does he? Dang, it feel like Trashwang
We pull up to the food court, and secretly we gangbang
I'ma eat a Tamale, and then we break up again
I'm gon' be lone forever, don't talk to me 'bout the bends
[Verse 3]
I met another girl at the deathcamp
She lookin' like a buffalo, tell her go the age camp, you know?
I can take you to my plane, you can be the pilot
We can fly out to my lil' island, don't run around
I know this isn't "A Quiet Place" but don't make a sound
Let's fly together, we can find our wings
And you can sing 'cause I'm bad at it
I stayed stagnant, then started but sounded like a cherry bomb
It just exploded, then I felt like I was omnipotent
We were in bed, I was 'bout to blow my load
I busted all over your belly, I'm sorry, Kelly
We rolled back, I was tired and 'twas only a 2seater
The cum was old to date, it had some brown stains
It was so dark, these look like Queen Latifah
They were playing FIFA, but I'm not into that
Made it through parts 6-12, don't ask how I 'member that
Shit was a remix, the way it felt when it hit the bat
You told me your age, I said you're too fucking young
But, you're perfect, I guess I stayed hung
To relax myself, I ate some Smuckers
But, I realized I had to leave this motherfucker
I flew on my plane, left her on the island
Snorted some coke and smoked some dope, made sure to keep da o's
And I don't know what happened ever since
Went back to Okaga, Ca. to get away from this bitch, it's T
[Verse 4]
Let's start with the foreword, movin' forward
I had to come in terms with myself, needed some more words
Where this flower blooms is where it shines
I needed to combine my love for music and my time
Sometimes, I wish that I could see you again
To be honest, I've been failing, they askin' "who dat boy?"
I went through the pothole, tried to get out the void
Made it out the garden shed, but there was nothing to mine
Caught between feelings of boredom and "I ain't got time"
Going through months and the seasons, I fall, I call 911
They get here, I tell them it's nothing, just emotional ones
Right now, I feel like "Mr. Lonely", I can't eat, I'm bony
Droppin' essentials like seeds, now I'm going in different speeds
Things are movin' again, now we get to November
The weather, it's nice, the glitter feel too gay
I guess with everything goin' on, enjoy right now, today

[Verse 5]
It's alive, caught the strive, this that Igor's theme
Urf, this my turf, quake it up to this ting
I think I'm falling in love, take it to the base thing
But, exactly what you run from you end up chasing
I'm running out of time to make things feel special
I try to make that n***a love me, but it's just too sessile
I'll break vessles and necklaces with my new magic wand
He won't see it coming, bloody like it's James Bond
A boy is a gun, I'm too fragile, with an asterisk
I can try to take shit to you, but how much do I have to risk?
Damn, I feel like a puppet, can't even say what's good
It's just, I keep holding on more than I ever feel I should
I'm gone, gone, hit the dome, dome, 'cause I've got to get away
So, thank you for empty promises I'll never see again
I don't love you anymore, but a hand, I've got to lend
To be honest, not completely, are we still friends?
[Verse 6]
Finally, it's Sir Baudelaire, riding this ship
Don't need no corso, just more so of taking a fuckin' shit
You look like a lemonhead, the way you criticizin' me
I'm not gay anymore, wus ya name, go on, be my lady
I'm a lumberjack, so you know it hit hard
'Cause the hot wind blows like a ho, I'm hard
I'm really good at this shit, let me be your massa
We gon' run it up like a rocket ship provided by NASA
Will I release another album? They manifesto
This party really fuckin' stinks, but man, I fest, though
Sweet! Wait, I thought you wanted to dance
Why the fuck did you decide to come? To look at me wit' your lens?
Whatevs. I want to do some shit, but fuck, I need the momma talk
I'm bipolar but I rise, I'm blessed, I fuckin' roll up
But, hol' up, I ain't playin' with your feelings
Jug? I not because to jug is to be fuckin' misleading
But, I get myself now, I'm feelin' like a wilshire
Went on this damn safari, I'm farting, myself, I'm admirin'