TYLER THE CREATOR - Lone (Jornada) lyrics

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So, what’s going on Wolf? Talk to me man, people worry, we hear stories about you getting into fights and all this unnecessary bullshit. What’s on your

[Hook]

Domo roll another one, I’m just fuckin with you I ain’t smokin none

My squad bring terror, no intended pun

Merch booth made niggas extensive funds

Mama got the rover with the range

She don’t ever ever gotta struggle, not again

And I put that on my dead grandmother’s name, rest in peace too soon

My nigga Slater, yeah that’s my little pony

Little homies is reppi’ like I been fuckin with Kony

Nigga Phillip and Kobe, to my niggas that know me

You boy seem happy as fuck but truthfully you boy lonely

Niggas a target for marketing, he’s an artist

Can’t even walk into target without bothering customers bothering

Asking me for a picture, then I talk to their sister

Naw nigga, get lost, you’re fucking smothering

God I wanna quit, but I can’t, cause mother and sister can’t pay the rent

Four stories with storage, I’m 21 with a mortgage

And tourings paying the bills, life is paying for thrills

Lifes’ a bitch bruh but from the third floor when she’s gorgeous

A year ago I was broke, now how can I afford this

I started off with disposables now I have an assortment

And I’m using these negatives to develop a portrait

Now the frame is a pain in the ass to get it in

Without a scratch or stain on the glass

But that’s not important, just as long as it’s printed

And I hinted it is, and when I get it I’ll make sure you get a copy bitch

Shit I’ll even add a signature with the fuckin picature

I’ll even tell you the film I used in the aperture

[Hook]

Domo roll another one, I’m just fuckin with you I ain’t smokin none

My squad bring terror, no intended pun

Merch booth made niggas extensive funds

Mama got the rover with the range

She don’t ever ever gotta struggle, not again

And I put that on my dead grandmother’s name, rest in peace too soon

Grandmother died, didn’t cry not a tear

I got a lot of fuckin wind no water dripped out the eye

But when I got the news, yup it left your boy stuck

Cause when my mom dipped out she was the one that gave me a fuck

Mom callin’ and callin, I’m on my way to a show

I answer, she cryin sayin Sadie is dyin

The doc said she only had a week for us to speak

Before she deceased, cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up

Fuck, nah this is really awkward for me bruh

I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back

And started to think, like What the fuck just happened

I never had a death and I just seen her a week ago

Meet them at the hospital I should

In between the set of bad bad not good

Lionel asked what happened I said it’s bad bad, not good

Just take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of Oakwood

Gettin there, family sittin center chair

Awkard in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air

Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there, there’s a room

Open up the curtain, she’s just sitting there, hello

Our conversations brief, couldn’t even make eye contact when we speak

Lookin at her you could tell all she had was week

And I’m not talkin days bruh, I’m talkin bout her strength

I sat there 20 minutes tops, hopin it was just a fuckin plea that she could cop

She died that night.

Thanks to Robbie for correcting these lyrics