Tyler, the Creator - SAFARI Lyrics

Destination, remote
We done 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 up, leave water the stewardess
Border control, that's some stupid shit
Stayin' at home, I hate
Runaway love but I'm no Ludacris
Sippin' on Menti, take my shoes off
Then we take off, then I snooze off
Until I land, know I'm four grand
And I wake up, wipe the droop off
Got my passport in my weak hand
I'ma peel off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
Recline 'til it's time to peace sign
Fuck all the checks and the cars, 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 an ample
Get our your bubble-gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Slither in the Alps or go to the Mesullah
Or two hundred pinnacle scuba and Cuba
Or land in a borough Gerard got the Brio
She bought it in Como, it matches my keycode
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 "we," ha

Legendary
World-renowned
Globally recognized
Catch us if you can
Are you keeping up?
Once in a lifetime
This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide
Speakin' matter-of-factly
We're just lightyears ahead

Yeah
Every car retarded, the garage look like a looney bin
What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (uh)
I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN
Clutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (uh)
Huh, took that GRAMMY home, couldn't lose again
The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (uh)
Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga, loot me in
Like, "who that young rich handsome nigga with the gooey skin?" (uh)
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' (uh)
Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it's Baudelaire Wolfie though
The felines name him Al for how long he eat the, wait a minute (uh)
Pink wolfer scuff quickly, FI cost a buck sixty
I'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fuck with me (uh)
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 (uh)

Wolf
Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz)
And like that (uh)
We gone