SAFARI - Tyler, The Creator

Destination: remote

But I’ve been everywhere

Only thing we ain’t traveled

Is time (Yeah)

The boy records smell like bleach

I could travel where I want

I’m accustomed, clean and customed

It ain’t custom I don’t come

Flee the bird to the truck

I scroll every water to stewardess

Border control, that’s some stupid shit

Stayin' at home, I hate

Runaway love but I’m no Ludacris

Sippin' on mint tea, take my shoes off

Then we take off then I snooze off

Until I land, know I’m four grand

And I wake up, have to droop off

Got my passport in my weak hand

I’ma peel off, get a sweet tan

Loafers filled with beach sand

We climb 'til we find the peace sign

Fuck all the checks from the calls, get a passport

See the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurt

Niggas get bread and won’t leave, shit is backwards

Start with your feet then I caught in an ample

Get our your bubble-gum

Blow up horizons, sun

Sled in the Alps or go to a Missoula

Or two in Japan, I go scuba in Cuba

Or land in a borough, Gerard got the Brio

She bought it in Como, it matches my peacoat

Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see

Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week

Take my nephews out to Nice, they like «Who?»

I’m like «Me»

Hah

Legendary (Find me)

World-renowned

Globally recognized

Catch us if you can (Baby, you should find me)

Are you keepin' up?

(Find)

Once in a lifetime (Baby, you should find me)

This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide

Speakin' matter-factly (Baby, you should find me)

We’re just lightyears ahead

Yeah

Every car retarded, the garage look like a loony bin

What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (Ugh)

I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN

Clutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (Ugh)

Huh, took that GRAMMY home, couldn’t lose again

The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (Ugh)

Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga, loot me in

Like who that young, rich, handsome nigga with the gooey skin?

(Ugh)

Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T

And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin'

(Ugh)

Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it’s Baudelaire Wolfie though

The felines name him Al for how long he eat the— (Pussy) wait a minute (Ugh)

Pink loafer scuff quickly, FI cost a buck sixty

I’ll keep it a buck fifty, y’all can’t really fuck with me (Ugh)

Bitch, I got the fuzz and I’ma own it 'til they bury him

Only twenty-nine but I’ve been focused since thirty M (Ugh)

Wolf

Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz)

And like that (Uh)

We gone