Lyrics Tyler, the Creator

Tyler, the Creator

Answer

Because when I call

I hope you pick up your phone

I'd like to talk to you

I hope you answer (4x)

Because when I call

I hope you pick up your phone

I'd like to talk to you

I hope you answer

Hey Dad, it's me, um...

Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I be your son

Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting

Dad isn't your name, see Faggot's a little more fitting

Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any fucks to spare

You Nigerian fuck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair

Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs

So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career

But fuck it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see

A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you

But sucks you ain't give a fuck and considered a sperm donor now

The fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley

And I ain't just being passive, nigga.

You're a fucking faggot, nigga

Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't getting no passes, nigga?

But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga

And call him...

I hope he answer

I hope you answer

Because when I call (When I call, baby)

I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up)

I'd like to talk to you

I hope you answer

Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts

Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck,

And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts

Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic

Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it

Supposed to be gone til November but quickly came back in August

I left two months through September to clearly remember all this

I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgia

I'll call her number

But she won't answer

I hope you answer

Because when I call (When I call, baby)

I hope you pick up your phone

(I'd like to talk to you)

I hope you answer

You claim to hate my fucking guts

But say I'm on a island in Thailand and I was wilding

And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts

And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts

Phone ain't got no service -- this 3G is fucking worthless

Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban

You'll be fucking nervous like me inside of a churches

But, I'mma get in contact regardless, and

I hope you answer

That last verse was about this girl. Haha.