[Hook]
I got these [bad word] brewin' [bad word]  up my gold pots

[Verse 1]
You like my songs, I like your [bad word] But deep down, I don't really like you [bad word] You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong
But [bad word] you dumb as [bad word] to right from wrong
(Left) You're on my bed, but Simon's red
Now Simon says get the [bad word] out my life
Cause you're not my wife, [bad word] you're a stand for this night
And you could be a stab for this knife
I'm seventeen, you're twenty-six
You're a divorced [bad word] and you can't suck [bad word] You dropped outta college, you can't pay [bad word] But I'm broke as [bad word] too [bad word]  we on the same boat
Where's my inhaler? I think I'm gonna puke
Cause I can't believe I lost my virginity to you
Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too
But I guess I'm just gonna make this fish stew because

[Hook]

[Verse 2] [bad word] shake your [bad word]  shake it until the wet sweat
Crawls right down the crack of your [bad word] Booty meets snack, back that [bad word] up
Until [bad word] back up and lick my sack up
I'm Tyler the Creator, hang with thrashers and skaters
I do sound like Darth Vader
But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin
I think you and your friends [bad word] with me to get your salad tossed
Cause when I make this stew
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

[Hook]

[Outro]
I got these [bad word] brewin' inside of my gold pots
And there's wet [bad word] on my face shake that [bad word] And don't make vibrations stop