November - Tyler, The Creator

Say some more, never want to talk about it

Feel a way, woah

Feel a way, woah

Feel a way, woah

Take me back to November

Take me back to November

Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water

Yeah, take me back to November, wassup

Can we go back to November?

Take me back to November

Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts

Naw, take me back to November, wassup

What if Clancy fuckin' me over?

What if 'Who Dat Boy' is rhetorical and this shit is over?

What if I'm hustling backwards?

What if my accountant ain't payin' my taxes?

Fillin' his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions

I couldn't answer 'cause I was too busy tryna make classics

Boy ain't got no motherfucking classics

What if my music too weird for the masses?

And I'm only known for tweets more than beats or

All my day ones turn to three, fours 'cause of track seven

Fuck, what if I get stuck?

What if I got comfortable?

I gotta keep it buck fifty

What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera

At them shitty apartments that's across the Bank of America

Damn, I would be hurtin'

Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn't working

Last year in total, I put out two verses

But five-seven figures since then, life's kinda perfect

Oh is it really?

Oh is it really?

Bitch you know the dealy

Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock

When they can't relate him, when they start to hate him

They don't drive these cars so what's their ultimatum?

Tell me, what's your November?

Is it a person?

Mine was the summer '06, I remember the... (horn)

What if I thought the brake was the gas?

What if I crashed?

What if these deep thoughts was my last?

Let me pull over, quick!

And drive back to November

Take me back to November

Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water

Yeah, take me back to November, wassup

Can we go back to November?

Take me back to November

Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts

Naw, take me back to November, wassup

My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day

My November, and I was performing and Lil Wayne rapped with me, I think I cried that night

My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film

My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album

My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform

My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever...

My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different

2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back

I ain't doin' fine, lost my mothafuckin' mind

Time travel back and help me find

Take me back, take me back to November, this I know

Take me back, take me back

Take me back, take me back to November, this I know

"My November is right now"

I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion

Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending

'Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are

Matter of fact, I'ma just call you, so you can hear it

If you do answer, I'll play it to state facts

Although I already know the response you gon' say back

At that point I'll hang up, disappear and just stay back

And if you don't I'll leave a voicemail with the playback

Hello, no one is available to take your call

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