Lyrics Tyler, the Creator

Tyler, the Creator

I Ain't Got Time!

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(God I love this sample)

(We're going to dance

And exercise

And have some fun)

I ain't got time for these niggas

Better throw a watch at the boy

Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' like a seminar

Who the fuck you talkin' to motherfucka?

Boy I ain't got tiiiime for these bitches

Better throw a clock at these hoes

Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water hose

Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin boy?

Boy I ain't got time

Boy, I need a Kleenex

How I got this far? Boy, I can't believe it

That I got this car, so I took scenic

Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix

First... (Happy birthday!!!)

You bitch ass nigga yep, I'm thirstay

The little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me

I ain't fuck with you bitch ass in the first place

I ain't got tiiiime for these niggas

Better throw a watch at the boy

Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' like a seminar

Who the fuck you talkin' to motherfucka?

Boy I ain't got tiiiime for these bitches

Better throw a clock at these hoes

Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water hose

Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin boy?

Boy I ain't got time

Nat Turner would be so proud of me

Cause all these (motherfuckers!) got they style from me

I bet they all looking from the crowd at me

And if I ask them, they'll bow to me

But, you a house nigga, so you don't know

How that shit go with my big lips and my big nose

And my big dick and my short hair

Cuz' you already know how slow my shit grow

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

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Been the man with a bigger plan

Niggas know the deal

When I set upon, bet I get a 100 mil'

Next line, I'll have em' like woah

I've been kissing white boys since 2004

One need to See three Ms

Four, five, six years ago

Suck selling figure

Conversations with Converse finalized, 'cause Vans fucked up

I'mma be common, so you gon' need commas

Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada

You ain't important

I'mma keep sporting

All Smiles Over Here

Shout out to The Garden

(Tick tock)

And, I just handle all my business like a chess board

(Tick tock, tick tock)

And them golf boys, that's my muthafuckin' set boy

Hard to swallow like some thick soda

Walk wit' it, 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda

Do the Skywalker, riding round' sola

And the kid skin sprite, and my tint cola

Getting neck from the ball like some big shoulders

Til' I bust like that 9 in your heat holster

Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster

And I bred orthodox like I eat kosher

Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loafa

Green bread, I be chilling like a clean sofa

It's that thick odor

Young money T

Young fuckers, black boy, oh silly me

(I ain't got time!)

Better talk shit

'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf shit

Pants got a little flood, nigga pipe down

A lil uzi, lil boosie way I wipe down

(Boy I ain't got time!)

To be sittin' here right now

'Cause niggas dying every day

And I ain't light brown

And I-D ain't wanna give a nigga no pose

So I went and did a 12 page spread in Vogue

(Nigga I ain't got time!)

Listen man I'm dat boy

All you lil niggas clones, boy I feel dat boy

You better kill that noise

Turn around and remap route

When they see that boy with them figures and that gap tooth

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

"Fuck... Hello"