911 / Mr. Lonely - Tyler, the Creator feat Steve Lacy & Frank Ocean
["911":]
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me
Call me, how you doin'?
Call me, my name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here's my number
You can reach me, woo!
Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
You should call me, oh
911
Call me
911
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
Sippin' on that lemon, ayy, I need a Beyonce
Can't see straight, these shades are Celine Dion
S_cks you can't gas me up, shout out to Elon
Musk, yeah I got a sold out show
Crowd wild out but don't matter 'cause you not front row
I've been lookin' for a keeper, listen to the speaker
If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
At that 911
[Steve Lacy:] Call me some time
[Kilo Kish:] Ring, ring, ring
[Steve Lacy:] Please bling my line, you know I'll answer
[Tyler, The Creator:] Click
[Steve Lacy:] Call me some time
[Kilo Kish:] Ring, ring, ring
[Steve Lacy:] Please bling my line
[Tyler, The Creator & Syd]
Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
You should call me, oh
911
You should call me
911
[Frank Ocean:]
Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Woke up in the burbs, burbs
With the the birds, birds
Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
These days you gotta find time
Even the night line
Work line
Dial 9
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Five car garage
Full tank of the gas
But that don't mean nothin', nothin'
Nothin', nothin', without you shotgunnin' the passenger
I'm the loneliest man alive
But I keep on dancin' to throw 'em off
I'm gon' run out of moves 'cause I can't groove to the blues
If you know any DJs, tell 'em to call me at 911
["Lonely":]
[ScHoolboy Q:] I can't even lie, I've been lonely as f_ck
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Old lonely ass n_gga... need to go and get some b_tches or something
[ScHoolboy Q:] I can't even lie, I've been lonely as f_ck
[Tyler, The Creator:] Weird ass n_gga
[ScHoolboy Q:]
I can't even lie, I've been lonely as f_ck
I can't even lie, I've been
[Tyler, The Creator:] Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
They say the loudest in the room is weak
That's what they assume, but I disagree
I say the loudest in the room
Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (it's me)
Attention seeker, public speaker
Oh my God, that boy is so f_ckin' lonely
Writin' songs about these people
Who do not exist, he's such a f_ckin' phony
One thing I know, is that I wanna
Win so bad, but I'm not Chicago
Heart is low, it's real low, it's so low
You can't lift me up, I'm like a 'Lardo
From the start it's been real dark
It's been so dark I guess that you could call it charbroiled, huh
I'm playin' like Hasbro
I'm really sorry, call me auto
Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla
I know you sick of me talkin' 'bout cars (skrrt)
But what the f_ck else do you want from me?
That is the only thing keepin' me company
Purchase some things until I'm annoyed
These items is fillin' the void
Been feelin' it for so long
I don't even know if it's sh_t I enjoy (oh)
Goin' backdoors and at door
My partner is a chateau
I need love, do you got some I could borrow?
F_ck it, I can find some tomorrow
Woah, but that never comes
Like a vasectomy, what have I done?
I got the talent, the face and the funds
Found myself long ago but I haven't found someone (who)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (who)
The loneliest of them all (me)
Cupid actin' stupid
Do you got another number I could call?
Never had a pet
I've never had a pet
There's more fish in the sea
But I never had a goldfish to begin with
I never had a dog
So I've never been good with b_tches
'Cause I never threw a ball, fetch
I never had a pet, that's where it stems from, I bet
Treat me like direct deposit
Check in on me sometime
Ask me how I'm really doin'
So I never have to press that 911
Oh! Damn! Damn!
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