Welcome Home Son (Explicit Version)
Jet Age of Tomorrow, Tyler, The Creator, Casey Veggies"Welcome Home Son (Explicit Version)" is a song by Jet Age of Tomorrow, Tyler, The Creator, Casey Veggies, released in 2011 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:05 long and contains 33 lines and 332 words.
Lyrics
0:08Aww man aww aww aww man damn
0:13Young veggies the super 3 tyler the creator
0:17Ride-ride-riding 'round town same old seven steelo
0:21Ni**a couldn't change you could blame it on my ego
0:25Young'n started grinding man I did it on the d-low
0:27Came back shining with that 4th quarter free throw
0:30Game time ni**a even if get the rebound
0:33Hoes trying to figure where I be now
0:36But that love sh*t is something I don't see now
0:38Lost still profound and every day it go down
0:41My niggaz got a name now these other niggaz lame now
0:44So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now
0:48Ni**a Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse
0:50Came in killing ain't even need to rehearse
0:53Swear I take it down and I make that girl disperse
0:56And I ain't just kill it man I put it in a hearse
1:00I'm back home like
1:18Suck it up cock it up time is when the clock is up
1:22Cause you don't have to talk for us to chop it up chop it up
1:25Freezer burn erection when I see you squirm
1:26For me not to get inside your face I'm the newest dermatologist
1:30Blood on my shirt no one acknowledged it
1:33From teenage babes leaving dates I got to following
1:35Swallow it clean it off polish it
1:38Axe you up in the back of my shack f**k some hollow tips
1:41Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow sh*t
1:45The kids used to tease now I'm hiding in the leaves
1:48Of the trees near the school where their teen daughter at-teend
1:51I grab them by the pale throat throw them in the passenger
1:54To balance up the color of my van it matches egg yolk
1:57My only f**king way to calm down the view of dead folk
2:00This movie f**king sucks because the pay per view is dead hoe
2:05Now shut the f**k up and work magic with eso-pha-ghost
Aww man aww aww aww man damn Young veggies the super 3 tyler the creator Ride-ride-riding 'round town same old seven steelo Ni**a couldn't change you could blame it on my ego Young'n started grinding man I did it on the d-low Came back shining with that 4th quarter free throw Game time ni**a even if get the rebound Hoes trying to figure where I be now But that love sh*t is something I don't see now Lost still profound and every day it go down My niggaz got a name now these other niggaz lame now So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now Ni**a Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse Came in killing ain't even need to rehearse Swear I take it down and I make that girl disperse And I ain't just kill it man I put it in a hearse I'm back home like Suck it up cock it up time is when the clock is up Cause you don't have to talk for us to chop it up chop it up Freezer burn erection when I see you squirm For me not to get inside your face I'm the newest dermatologist Blood on my shirt no one acknowledged it From teenage babes leaving dates I got to following Swallow it clean it off polish it Axe you up in the back of my shack f**k some hollow tips Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow sh*t The kids used to tease now I'm hiding in the leaves Of the trees near the school where their teen daughter at-teend I grab them by the pale throat throw them in the passenger To balance up the color of my van it matches egg yolk My only f**king way to calm down the view of dead folk This movie f**king sucks because the pay per view is dead hoe Now shut the f**k up and work magic with eso-pha-ghost
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