เนื้อเพลง I Ain't Got Time! - Tyler, the Creator

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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 n*ggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this b*tch, lookin' like a seminar
Who the f*ck you talkin' to motherf*cka?
Boy I ain't got tiiiime for these b*tches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Had these hoes in this b*tch lookin' for a water hose
Who the f*ck you talking to, muthaf*ckin 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 b*tch ass n*gga yep, I'm thirstay
The little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me
I ain't f*ck with you b*tch ass in the first place

I ain't got tiiiime for these n*ggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this b*tch, lookin' like a seminar
Who the f*ck you talkin' to motherf*cka?
Boy I ain't got tiiiime for these b*tches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Had these hoes in this b*tch lookin' for a water hose
Who the f*ck you talking to, muthaf*ckin boy?
Boy I ain't got time

Nat Turner would be so proud of me
Cause all these (motherf*ckers!) 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 n*gga, so you don't know
How that sh*t go with my big lips and my big nose
And my big d*ck and my short hair
Cuz' you already know how slow my sh*t grow

Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
...

Been the man with a bigger plan
N*ggas 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
S*ck selling figure
Conversations with Converse finalized, 'cause Vans f*cked 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 muthaf*ckin' 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, b*tch 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 f*ckers, black boy, oh silly me
(I Ain't Got Time!)

Better talk sh*t
'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf sh*t
Pants got a little flood, n*gga pipe down
A lil uzi, lil boosie way I wipe down
(Boy I ain't got time!)
To be sittin' here right now
'Cause n*ggas dying every day
And I ain't light brown
And I-D ain't wanna give a n*gga no pose
So I went and did a 12 page spread in Vogue
(N*gga I ain't got time!)

Listen man I'm dat boy
All you lil n*ggas 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
"F*ck... Hello"