He reminisced about his first few shows in Miami and how the 305 didn't seem to vibe with his sound. To stick with the Miami theme, he jumped on a landlocked speedboat that cruised to a second island stage as he performed "WusYaName." The fans on the floor stopped moshing for a moment to encircle the stage, and Tyler performed in quiet-loud-quiet fashion, transitioning from mellow soul influences into hardcore metal and back into relaxation mode. That's what I'm talking about: Miami is fucking crazy." "Why did you throw your phone up here? You're not going to get it back. You got white people with dreadlocks." His monologue shifted when he saw something thrown on the stage. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Things chilled out a bit when Tyler addressed the crowd to roast the Magic City. Get the embed code Tyler, The Creator - Cherry Bomb Album Lyrics1.Blow My Bomb4.Find Your Wings5.Fucking Young / Perfect6.Keep Da O's7.Okaga, 11.The Brown Stains of Darkeese Latifah Part 6–12 (Remix)12.YellowTyler, The Creator Lyrics provided by I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame I need music all over the street like Erick SermonĪnti Golf boys cuz I don't fuck with me eitherīut I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, wellĪnd you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis ![]() Where the money grow, and get bodies burningĬause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterlingīoy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers 'Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottlesīitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wanda I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come Steaks are high well done and prime cut, eat up Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump Middle finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y oneįuck, skate and die son, a hundred ways to die son You won't find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I Got a full tank of that same year I was born When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne ![]() ![]() I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoniįor the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the two-thou That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips Like I bet it at an auction been exhausted Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it I'm tryna pop the new McLaren with the vertical doors nigga He said "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard" Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deaconĪnd I gave you all I got, you still want extra from meĪnd the Lexus pull up, err like hop, I hopped out, like wassupĮrr-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga you suck, hold upĮmotions runnin' at an Autobahn speed level I know they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome "Yeah my nigga", it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?" ![]() I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin' I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em You can't lynch Marshawn, if Tom Brady throwin' to me They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me When we ate its the steaks, now our section is greatĬause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plateīut I'm the only nigga to ever check Nikeīut I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8 Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit backĪnd fuck your loud pack, and fuck your SnapchatĬherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of soundĪnd that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'roundĭamn, 'bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demonĪnd a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't believe itīan a kid from the country, I never fall, never timberīut you fucked up as a parent, your child idol’s a nigger Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motiveĭon't speak to me nigga, you not important I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors, nigga I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
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