Corso Lyrics - Tyler | The Creator

You see (Uh)
On this here stage tonight is something legendary (Yo)
He goes by the name of The Creator (Crazy, ayo)
But you, you call him Tyler Baudelaire (Look)

I be talkin’ that fresh, shit, I don’t need gum (Nah)
Cookie crumbs in the rolls, never no weed crumbs (No)
He ain’t talk to his bi**h in three days
It ain’t gotta be this way, I’m down for the threesome (Woo)
I might buy a boat (ni**a, yeah)
Depends if Capri got space, don’t really need one
I could go in the wintertime, baby, I bleed some
Find another ni**a like me ’cause I ain’t seen one (Tell ’em, no)
Pull up in that, uh, whatchamacallit? (Nyoom)
Played a couple demos at Madison Square Garden
And tell them motherf**kers at Sony I’m not callin’
I’m plottin’ on a billi’, chilly in my garden, yuh

Alright
I admit it
We just been playin’ with you ni**as, man
T, I think you need to load that second clip

We hop on, French Waltz, uh
She say she like the Royce and I’m like “Which one?”
I got two, hun, look (Let’s go)
Catch me in my other-other-other-other crib, that’s my AKA
Hurricane-proof all the views, shit like “A Bay Bay” (Damn)
Of course, he had ascot, passport got tattoos
Slim ni**a, big di*k, with a f**kin’ gap tooth
The way you been (Money)
They call me Mr. Always On Some Shit You Never Seen (Hah)

In that mansion, livin’ single, bi**h, I’m Maxine
“Ni**as of your standard shouldn’t talk”
Give a f**k about you thoughts, call me if you get lost, bi**h

Okay, now you understand what we came here to do, right?
Oh yeah, me, I go by the name of DJ Drama
And on my side, that’s Tyler Baudelaire
AKA Bunnyhop
AKA The Creator
Call me if you get lost, suckers (Hahaha)
We didn’t come to play wit’ you ni**as

Look, tried to take somebody bi**h ’cause I’m a bad person
I don’t regret shit because that **** worth it
In the end, she picked him, I hope when they f**kin’
She still thinkin’ of me ’cause I’m that perfect
I’ma get that deep text when this verse surface
Better send it to my ego ’cause that shit hurtin’
Hope y’all shit workin’ (True story), I’m a psycho, ha
Don’t give a f**k, you left my heart twerkin’
Movin’, losin’, grip on my doings (Yeah)
Eyes is cryin’ on the jet, cruisin’
‘Bout to spend millions just to fill voids up
Drama, I need you (Yessir), can you turn the noise up?
Can you turn the noise up? Can you turn the noise up?
Turn the f**kin’ noise up, ah, ni**a, my heart broken
Remember I was rich so I bought me some new emotions
And a new boat ’cause I rather cry in the ocean
It’s T, baby, uh

Hahahaha, I tried to tell y’all
I don’t even like using the word ‘bi**h’
It just sounded cool