HOT WIND BLOWS (Explicit)
[00:00.00]Tyler, The Creator - HOT WIND BLOWS (Explicit)
[00:00.14]Written by：Tyler Okonma
[00:02.11]Composed by：Tyler Okonma
[00:03.17]Ladies and gentlemen
[00:06.13]We just landed in Geneva
[00:09.30]Yeah that's in Switzerland
[00:11.70]We on a yacht
[00:14.95]A young lady just fed me
[00:16.14]French vanilla ice cream
[00:17.16]We all got our toes out too
[00:20.31]Call me when you get lost
[00:21.78]I'ma travel the globe
[00:23.48]you keep the block hot
[00:24.34]Driver open the door for me
[00:26.36]My hand hurt
[00:27.32]Finders we playin' hide-and-seek
[00:28.87]With the passports
[00:29.88]Where the f**k we at
[00:30.89]Oh the parlor gotta remind us yeah
[00:33.17]The luggage is pilin' I need a close-to-us
[00:35.49]Many stinky sit in my wallet
[00:36.91]Look like a folden chair yeah
[00:38.19]The Cartier so light on my body
[00:39.87]Thought I floated here
[00:40.79]We boated here it's Tunechi
[00:41.91]And Tyler but call me Baudelaire yeah
[00:43.89]Out in Switzerland travel with my b***h
[00:46.05]Yeah we kissin' dawg
[00:47.07]I love when she let me rub her
[00:48.43]Like Michelin skrrt skrrt facts
[00:49.31]A hundred grand to sleep on a bird
[00:50.73]The wings are whistlin' like
[00:53.33]Man they ain't listenin'
[00:54.53]Cross the line like immigrants
[00:56.01]And benefit from it
[00:56.97]Keep on stuntin' on these n***as
[00:58.45]Make 'em sick to they stomach
[00:59.82]Man I can't stop it
[01:00.95]Y'all don't understand
[01:01.74]Fish so fresh that you could taste the same
[01:03.78]Yeah we gettin' lost
[01:04.73]But we know who we am true story
[01:06.11]By the by the by the
[01:07.21]By the some-some-somethin'
[01:08.70]Treat that last part like you
[01:09.98]N***as ain't sayin' nothin'
[01:13.58]Yeah haha
[01:14.82]You see these excursions right here
[01:17.36]Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram
[01:20.17]Gangsta Grillz
[01:21.34]Uh Tunechi
[01:22.14]Excuse me pardon me the wind
[01:23.64]It blow so hard to me
[01:24.82]Like mother nature arguing
[01:26.01]About some baby father beepin'
[01:27.63]I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich
[01:29.37]like slaughter meat
[01:30.46]Got my middle fingers to the cameras
[01:32.05]That's recording me
[01:33.15]From y'all to me brrt stop callin' me
[01:35.51]Unless you're ordering
[01:36.31]I'm on the beach I got my feet out
[01:38.09]And I stay on my feet
[01:39.04]The corner beat I'm on a deep route
[01:40.80]Just throw the ball to me
[01:41.78]Though all this lean will have me senile
[01:43.61]I guess they see now
[01:44.61]Let's touch down catch a beat-down
[01:46.41]Like I catch touchdowns
[01:47.34]I f**k 'round and slow the beat down
[01:49.09]And take the drums out
[01:50.01]The speed of my plum so great
[01:51.06]I'ma eat my own flow
[01:51.79]And I'm in need of a flaw
[01:52.85]May eat me a rapper
[01:53.65]I might as well eat me a ho'
[01:55.74]I'm hot as hell
[01:56.39]When the weather is freezin' the cold
[01:57.46]As the devil and demon and ghost
[01:58.50]I'ma get even and even get even some more
[02:00.19]It's too late to even get low baow
[02:01.43]Wolf Gang Wolf Gang
[02:02.04]That's what I need you to know
[02:03.05]Mula Weezy the goat
[02:04.18]The wind beneath my wings
[02:05.23]Desert Eagle underneath my coat
[02:08.06]Yeah Mula b***h
[02:11.49]Are we
[02:16.93]On the boat n***a
[02:23.34]You see
[02:24.99]We just over here admirin' the view
[02:26.48]Of the mountains from the lake
[02:30.83]Of course
[02:32.57]Y'all know it's Wolf Haley man
[02:33.88]Stop f**kin' playin'
[00:00.14]Written by：Tyler Okonma
[00:02.11]Composed by：Tyler Okonma
[00:03.17]Ladies and gentlemen
[00:06.13]We just landed in Geneva
[00:09.30]Yeah that's in Switzerland
[00:11.70]We on a yacht
[00:14.95]A young lady just fed me
[00:16.14]French vanilla ice cream
[00:17.16]We all got our toes out too
[00:20.31]Call me when you get lost
[00:21.78]I'ma travel the globe
[00:23.48]you keep the block hot
[00:24.34]Driver open the door for me
[00:26.36]My hand hurt
[00:27.32]Finders we playin' hide-and-seek
[00:28.87]With the passports
[00:29.88]Where the f**k we at
[00:30.89]Oh the parlor gotta remind us yeah
[00:33.17]The luggage is pilin' I need a close-to-us
[00:35.49]Many stinky sit in my wallet
[00:36.91]Look like a folden chair yeah
[00:38.19]The Cartier so light on my body
[00:39.87]Thought I floated here
[00:40.79]We boated here it's Tunechi
[00:41.91]And Tyler but call me Baudelaire yeah
[00:43.89]Out in Switzerland travel with my b***h
[00:46.05]Yeah we kissin' dawg
[00:47.07]I love when she let me rub her
[00:48.43]Like Michelin skrrt skrrt facts
[00:49.31]A hundred grand to sleep on a bird
[00:50.73]The wings are whistlin' like
[00:53.33]Man they ain't listenin'
[00:54.53]Cross the line like immigrants
[00:56.01]And benefit from it
[00:56.97]Keep on stuntin' on these n***as
[00:58.45]Make 'em sick to they stomach
[00:59.82]Man I can't stop it
[01:00.95]Y'all don't understand
[01:01.74]Fish so fresh that you could taste the same
[01:03.78]Yeah we gettin' lost
[01:04.73]But we know who we am true story
[01:06.11]By the by the by the
[01:07.21]By the some-some-somethin'
[01:08.70]Treat that last part like you
[01:09.98]N***as ain't sayin' nothin'
[01:13.58]Yeah haha
[01:14.82]You see these excursions right here
[01:17.36]Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram
[01:20.17]Gangsta Grillz
[01:21.34]Uh Tunechi
[01:22.14]Excuse me pardon me the wind
[01:23.64]It blow so hard to me
[01:24.82]Like mother nature arguing
[01:26.01]About some baby father beepin'
[01:27.63]I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich
[01:29.37]like slaughter meat
[01:30.46]Got my middle fingers to the cameras
[01:32.05]That's recording me
[01:33.15]From y'all to me brrt stop callin' me
[01:35.51]Unless you're ordering
[01:36.31]I'm on the beach I got my feet out
[01:38.09]And I stay on my feet
[01:39.04]The corner beat I'm on a deep route
[01:40.80]Just throw the ball to me
[01:41.78]Though all this lean will have me senile
[01:43.61]I guess they see now
[01:44.61]Let's touch down catch a beat-down
[01:46.41]Like I catch touchdowns
[01:47.34]I f**k 'round and slow the beat down
[01:49.09]And take the drums out
[01:50.01]The speed of my plum so great
[01:51.06]I'ma eat my own flow
[01:51.79]And I'm in need of a flaw
[01:52.85]May eat me a rapper
[01:53.65]I might as well eat me a ho'
[01:55.74]I'm hot as hell
[01:56.39]When the weather is freezin' the cold
[01:57.46]As the devil and demon and ghost
[01:58.50]I'ma get even and even get even some more
[02:00.19]It's too late to even get low baow
[02:01.43]Wolf Gang Wolf Gang
[02:02.04]That's what I need you to know
[02:03.05]Mula Weezy the goat
[02:04.18]The wind beneath my wings
[02:05.23]Desert Eagle underneath my coat
[02:08.06]Yeah Mula b***h
[02:11.49]Are we
[02:16.93]On the boat n***a
[02:23.34]You see
[02:24.99]We just over here admirin' the view
[02:26.48]Of the mountains from the lake
[02:30.83]Of course
[02:32.57]Y'all know it's Wolf Haley man
[02:33.88]Stop f**kin' playin'
Tyler, The Creator - HOT WIND BLOWS (Explicit)
Written by：Tyler Okonma
Composed by：Tyler Okonma
Ladies and gentlemen
We just landed in Geneva
Yeah that's in Switzerland
We on a yacht
A young lady just fed me
French vanilla ice cream
We all got our toes out too
Call me when you get lost
I'ma travel the globe
you keep the block hot
Driver open the door for me
My hand hurt
Finders we playin' hide-and-seek
With the passports
Where the f**k we at
Oh the parlor gotta remind us yeah
The luggage is pilin' I need a close-to-us
Many stinky sit in my wallet
Look like a folden chair yeah
The Cartier so light on my body
Thought I floated here
We boated here it's Tunechi
And Tyler but call me Baudelaire yeah
Out in Switzerland travel with my b***h
Yeah we kissin' dawg
I love when she let me rub her
Like Michelin skrrt skrrt facts
A hundred grand to sleep on a bird
The wings are whistlin' like
Man they ain't listenin'
Cross the line like immigrants
And benefit from it
Keep on stuntin' on these n***as
Make 'em sick to they stomach
Man I can't stop it
Y'all don't understand
Fish so fresh that you could taste the same
Yeah we gettin' lost
But we know who we am true story
By the by the by the
By the some-some-somethin'
Treat that last part like you
N***as ain't sayin' nothin'
Yeah haha
You see these excursions right here
Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram
Gangsta Grillz
Uh Tunechi
Excuse me pardon me the wind
It blow so hard to me
Like mother nature arguing
About some baby father beepin'
I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich
like slaughter meat
Got my middle fingers to the cameras
That's recording me
From y'all to me brrt stop callin' me
Unless you're ordering
I'm on the beach I got my feet out
And I stay on my feet
The corner beat I'm on a deep route
Just throw the ball to me
Though all this lean will have me senile
I guess they see now
Let's touch down catch a beat-down
Like I catch touchdowns
I f**k 'round and slow the beat down
And take the drums out
The speed of my plum so great
I'ma eat my own flow
And I'm in need of a flaw
May eat me a rapper
I might as well eat me a ho'
I'm hot as hell
When the weather is freezin' the cold
As the devil and demon and ghost
I'ma get even and even get even some more
It's too late to even get low baow
Wolf Gang Wolf Gang
That's what I need you to know
Mula Weezy the goat
The wind beneath my wings
Desert Eagle underneath my coat
Yeah Mula b***h
Are we
On the boat n***a
You see
We just over here admirin' the view
Of the mountains from the lake
Of course
Y'all know it's Wolf Haley man
Stop f**kin' playin'
Written by：Tyler Okonma
Composed by：Tyler Okonma
Ladies and gentlemen
We just landed in Geneva
Yeah that's in Switzerland
We on a yacht
A young lady just fed me
French vanilla ice cream
We all got our toes out too
Call me when you get lost
I'ma travel the globe
you keep the block hot
Driver open the door for me
My hand hurt
Finders we playin' hide-and-seek
With the passports
Where the f**k we at
Oh the parlor gotta remind us yeah
The luggage is pilin' I need a close-to-us
Many stinky sit in my wallet
Look like a folden chair yeah
The Cartier so light on my body
Thought I floated here
We boated here it's Tunechi
And Tyler but call me Baudelaire yeah
Out in Switzerland travel with my b***h
Yeah we kissin' dawg
I love when she let me rub her
Like Michelin skrrt skrrt facts
A hundred grand to sleep on a bird
The wings are whistlin' like
Man they ain't listenin'
Cross the line like immigrants
And benefit from it
Keep on stuntin' on these n***as
Make 'em sick to they stomach
Man I can't stop it
Y'all don't understand
Fish so fresh that you could taste the same
Yeah we gettin' lost
But we know who we am true story
By the by the by the
By the some-some-somethin'
Treat that last part like you
N***as ain't sayin' nothin'
Yeah haha
You see these excursions right here
Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram
Gangsta Grillz
Uh Tunechi
Excuse me pardon me the wind
It blow so hard to me
Like mother nature arguing
About some baby father beepin'
I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich
like slaughter meat
Got my middle fingers to the cameras
That's recording me
From y'all to me brrt stop callin' me
Unless you're ordering
I'm on the beach I got my feet out
And I stay on my feet
The corner beat I'm on a deep route
Just throw the ball to me
Though all this lean will have me senile
I guess they see now
Let's touch down catch a beat-down
Like I catch touchdowns
I f**k 'round and slow the beat down
And take the drums out
The speed of my plum so great
I'ma eat my own flow
And I'm in need of a flaw
May eat me a rapper
I might as well eat me a ho'
I'm hot as hell
When the weather is freezin' the cold
As the devil and demon and ghost
I'ma get even and even get even some more
It's too late to even get low baow
Wolf Gang Wolf Gang
That's what I need you to know
Mula Weezy the goat
The wind beneath my wings
Desert Eagle underneath my coat
Yeah Mula b***h
Are we
On the boat n***a
You see
We just over here admirin' the view
Of the mountains from the lake
Of course
Y'all know it's Wolf Haley man
Stop f**kin' playin'
