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Tyler The Creator - Beer Lyrics

[Intro]
You know, maybe we should try some hypnosis
Get you to start from the beginning

[Verse: hypnosis & *67]
Grab my [?] tied up, I’ll need a ventilator
Seeking help, help me, ah, I need a fucking savior
Simple nature, I’m elevating like an elevator
Smith & Wesson to my head, I’ll fucking play annihilator
Creepin through the night, [?] epiphany [?]
Opened up eyes and taught me something I just can't forget
Stupid bitch really need to read on how to shut her lips
She'll never speak again, she insists, I'll chop her finger tips
Don't know [?], I'm in the parking lots, spinning donuts
You're robots, why you wanna copy Hypnosis?
I'll go nuts because my BPD, I had my moments
[?], all you [?], I'm in psychosis
Why you copy what you hear? [?] kind of weird
This is not a trend, I've been schizo for like twenty years
Y'all [?] as fuck, in super sonic speed, I check the watch
Paranoid on Google Chrome so I switched to Firefox
On the dark web, I hide, mask myself with a VPN
Fuckin' blow my brains, controversial like I'm CNN
I rip my skin and burn my flesh so you can see me from within
I hate my fucking body, starve myself, I'm appearing thin
I get high, I'm laughin' at the news [?] grace
Stupid bitch, she bet she Nancy Drew up on the fuckin' case
Love white skin, puttin' Chelsea in some fuckin' Bapes
And she gettin' raped, not a single bitch that I won't hate
Take her jeans, can see my waist
Pretty girl, baby face
I'ma eat her out like I'm about to get this given grace
I got so high, thought my keyboard was forming different shapes
I'll leave a trace or a smell like I'm blowin' down a case
Conspiracy theorist, my nigga, you think I'ma trust a bank?
We live in a 3D [?] like we ratchet and we [?]
9/11 shit, that's for the family I fucking hate
Shameless in this bitch and I'm feeling like my name is Frank
Constant contradiction, I'm suffering addiction
Try to turn me Christian but I'm not feeling the weekend
At the skate park, I'm kickin', Prozac, I'm sniffin'
Playing Russian Roulette, turn my brains into some chicken
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