Foreword - Tyler, The Creator, Rex Orange County

How many cars can I buy till I run out of drive?

How much drive can I have, until I run out of road?

How much road can they pave, until I run out of land?

How much land can it be until I run in the ocean?

Niggas go with the motions and all the plans

See, I was never into the beaches and all the sands

See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows and posies

Falling out of my pocket, but ya’ll want to know if I swam to cool down

How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans?

How many fans can I have until they turn on the AC?

If the AC blow up, then I’m TNT, I’m gone

I’m gone and I’m finished

And I ain’t seen my friends in a minute

Guess that nothing lasts forever

No, nothing lasts forever

Nothing sticks together

Sick of sitting in doubt

Please let me figure this out

Shoutout to the girls that I lead on

For occasional head and always keeping my bed warm

And trying they hardest to keep my head on straight

And keeping me up enough 'til I had thought I was airborne

How many raps can I write 'til I get me a chain?

How many chains can I wear 'til I’m considered a slave?

How many slaves can it be 'til Nat Turner arrives?

How many riots can it be 'til them Black Lives Matter?

When niggas click, clack, splatter, pew, pew that nigga

Life a game of basketball, you better shoot that nigga

'Cause if that cop got tricky, he better pull

'Cause when I get pulled over, I usually play it cool

'Cause I know what I’m driving is usually paid in full

And my ego and possessions, will not let me be one

Because I got a mansion, my mansion got some rooms

And rooms got some windows and my windows got some views

And views get some stairs and my backyard does too

And if you walk to the bottom, you’ll probably see a pool

You better not drown, keep them ten toes up

'Cause if those ten toes down, that mean that you fucked up

And that’s what I swim in

And if I drown and don’t come back?

Who’s gonna know?

(Baby, then I’ll know)

And if I crash and don’t come back?

Who’s gonna know?

(Baby, then I’ll know)

And if I fall and don’t come back?

Who’s gonna know?

(Baby, then I’ll know)

I’m wondering if I don’t come back

Baby, then I’ll know

Don’t come back

Don’tcome back

Yeah, don’t come back

Don’t come back, no, no