Customized Greatly

[Verse 1]

Yeah, H-B

God said I'm great, thou shall not hate

So I love every body beefin' with me like steak

I chase after cake while your girl lick the icing, she go both ways, like she motorcyclin' haha

With out the motor, so she bicycle, taco in her mouth while she ride pickles

I kick push, nigga, my hodg' fickle, if you contemplate suicide, fuck it I'mma die with you

I'd rather eat glass than squeeze and pull the trigger

Call the competition and see who's the cooler nigga

I'm ice cold, similar to frozen

Got a nice flow, similar to golden

I'm like a gold fish, we are the same color

I'm just like your brother, or significant other

I work hard to provide grub on the table, turn impossible to possible if I'm able to

[Hook]

I must be dreaming, yeah, I said must be dreaming

(Why?)

I must be dreaming, heh, I must be dreaming

(Nigga wake up)

[Verse 2]

I just turned legal, and she must of turned evil

Life's a practice, so I'm on the court shootin' free throws

Cause when the game come, is when the rain come, when it rains it pours, I wonder when the fame come

I'mma be writing to an instrumental, different snare, same drum

Bang until I'm dry, and my brain's numb, yeah

Fuck a computer clap, I need snare

It sound like I'm smackin' on her ass while I'm pullin' on her hair haha

I don't think she like it, the way that she stare

But I continue with my program because I don't care. (fuck you)

I'm so damn tight, like a fat nigga in skinnys

Or a hoochie chick, with her skirt extra skimpy

Music is ren, motherfucka I'm stimpy

Pimpin' the game, never let the game pimp me

Like a pimps, we on 6th street?, tryna play the slot, if there's money involved, best believe I'm gonna take ya spot

Haha, damn

[Hook 2]

Damn, now?

And, for..

(Damn wake up nigga)

I must be dreamin'

(Wake up nigga, wake up, wake up)

(Hey)

I must be dreamin

(Hey nigga get up man)

(Wake up)

(Get up man!)

[Verse 3]

I'm Tarzan on the mic, Odd Future the gorrilas

Niggas do it for the fame, when I do it for the children

Taking over, running the game, like a fucking pilgrim

Knocking down the huts, and arranging for some buildings

Gripping the grain, get my grains ingrained

I chase dreams, I can't stop it, understand what you mean

I'm busy on the scene, while you tryna be seen

We all have addictions and I'm the type that feins, not the type that schemes and plays people like a Cello

The mellow, hella, ghetto, running free in the meadows

I picture me framed countin hundreds, in a falsetto

Instead of a chick opening up like, rose petals

I trust no one, sitting with my lonesome

No congo drums, Tyler kicked another sample

Beat is so hard that your motherfuckin amp blows

Hustlers on the corner, and The Lady and The Tramp knows

Nigga!

[Outro + Tyler, The Creator)

Forever, yeah

Hodgy Beats, Tyler the Creator

Yeah

Like, umm, G

You fuckin next man

You the golden boy in this rap shit

Don't let these motherfuckers tell you any different

Odd Future, bitch