[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I don't want you thinking I love you 'cause I stay
Girl, I really like you and happy we got laid
I think about your windows like four times in a day
I'm a pervert with a purpose, like priest who just got saved
Kissing, kissing, I'm on a mission of licking
The holy grail of your body, when you be pissin'
This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen
I come quicker than pitches from Sammy Sosa, you hoping I'm joking, but first

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face
But that won't happen 'til I blow my load
I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face
But that won't happen 'til I blow my load

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Your pussy tighter than door hinges, I munch you like sandwiches
But not any more 'cause I'm on tour, so
Look: FaceTime your clit, I will jack off my dick
I go hard, shit, I might need ice pack on my wrist
We fucking, I'm pumping, you know it's coming, bust in a couple of seconds
I'm sweating, I leave you slumped in the back of my truck, butt naked
Suck it out of me, I leave you with nuttin', get it?
This is what you wanted, this is what you came for

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
I'ma eat your pussy 'til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera, nine months later with a Tyler baby face
But— blow my load

[Interlude: Syd & Tyler, The Creator]
There's something 'bout the way you pick your cherries (You blow me away)
With your cherry (Cherry Bomb)
Make me feel like 4th of July (Can't breathe)
Cherry (You light my fireworks)
There's something 'bout the way you pick your cherries (You blow me away)
With your cherry bomb

[Outro: Shane Powers]
That was new music from the soundtrack of the upcoming film
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[Chorus]
Guess who? Walked straight into the venue had to go through the back
Guess who? Went in and out of your city, didn't even unpack
Yeah true, I play with the money (Mané) in your pitch like my name Salah
Yeah true, that's enough to make somebody disappear when I say, "Ta-da"

[Verse 1]
Guess who? Guess who? Guess who?
Heard that they done, yes you
How bout this one? Here's the next clue
Lookin' so tall, next too
All of those odds, I would bet too
Tell me who's that one in the middle of the night in your head that you never slept through, yeah
Guess who just walked in the buildin' my options are real and my confidence fake
Brand new collection it cost me a killing
Ain't talkin' the killing it cost me to make
And I got lots I'm rebuilding I popped down the ceiling
And made it a liminal space
Dodging the knockoff opinions, my Dropbox made livings
That shit a hospitable place
Ah ah, okay, I just walked in now you caught in the act
Ah ah, okay, don't even care how you wanna react
Ah ah, okay, think it's a choice 'cause I'm walkin' it back
Ah, okay, missin' the point like it's not even that

[Chorus]
Guess who? Walked straight into the venue had to go through the back
Guess who? Went in and out of your city, didn't even unpack
Yeah true, I play with that money (Mané) in your pitch like my name Salah
Yeah true, that's enough to make somebody disappear when I say "ta-da"

[Verse 2]
Huh, try me, guess who? Remind me
Go ahead and take your shot, I'm takin' it lightly
You thought you could take my spot, I'm staying here my b
If you put me in a box, uh
Double-check 'cause it gotta be a hundred miles deep
Yeah, they think I changed a lot but I promise I'm me
Even if the bouncer double takes at my ID
'Cause I blew up way before I even turned 19
Gettin' mobbed at the in & out in the dry-clean
Dropping tapes like I couldn't figure out a crime scene
My career fuckin' weird can't even define me
All these years still here, they said I was naive
Meetings where they pushing buttons but never rewind me
'Cause they couldn't tell a masterpiece from a type beat
Buncha glorified interns in assigned seats
Bitch, what?
Goddamn, room packed out with the fans
Never backed out of my plans
Like I maxed out my advance
It was her turn in line to meet me but she just passed out at the chance
I can't be mad bout a couple ants
Okay, okay

[Chorus]
Guess who? Walked into the venue had to go through the back
Guess who? Went in and out of your city, didn't even unpack
Yeah true, I play with the money (Mané) in your pitch like my name Salah
Yeah true, that's enough to make somebody disappear when I say, "ta-da" (Ugh)
[Outro]
Guess who? Guess who?
It's me
Guess who? Guess who?
It's me
Guess who? Guess who?
It's me
It's me