Take Your Mask Off (Test Pressing Version)

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]

(Mhm, mhm)

(Ah, ah, ooh) La-la-la-la-la-la-la, uh

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?

Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, huh?

Gang this, oh, you gang that?

Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that

A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic'

A little middle-class money, every Christmas legit

Family trips, Ivy-bound, and one day, hit the switch

You ain't wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz

And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad, bruh

You ain't a thug, you was in drama club, you's a actor

But now cuz gettin' validation from the dumb and confused (Ayy, blood)

Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you had somethin' to prove, let's talk about it

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]

And I hope you find yourself (Uh)

And I hope you find yourself (Yeah)

And I hope you take your mask off (Sad story, haha, yeah)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

Preacher man, preacher man, preach (Woo)

You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach, like you ain't lyin'

Big bank from them collections, well, what you buyin'?

Ain't too fond of them gays, you don't deny it, wait

Since a kid, you knew somethin' was up

Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up

Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy

So got a wife, got a kid, but you be fuckin' them boys

Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that's within

Scared of bein' seen, tired of rebukin' the sin

Trade it all to be free and shine bright like the sun

But you back on that religious shit as soon as you cum, let's talk about it

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, Daniel Caesar, Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]

And I hope you find yourself (Hope you find yourself)

And I hope you find yourself

And I hope you take your mask off (Take your mask off)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]

Big-ass house that's on the Hill (Hill)

Big-ass wheels in the garage ('Rage, hope you find yourself)

Three cute kids that's in your arms

Your husband just made another mil'

You want your life back and a massage (Oh, oh)

Tired of bein' at home, personality gone (Nah)

Body ain't been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone

Mama your first name, your last one got changed

They dream about your nest but you crave flyin' alone, mane (Oh)

You would start all over if we keepin' it real

Current life is full but you ain't feelin' fulfilled

Fantasize about the dreams you left on the shelf

Can't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself, let's talk about it

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, Daniel Caesar, Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]

And I hope you find yourself (Ah, it's feelin' narrow)

And I hope you find yourself

And I hope you take your mask off (Oh, oh)

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]

Yeah, tool won't stay hard, pain in your chest

Hair fallin' out, won't blame it on the stress

Claim it's new partners, blame it on your ex

Chest claim it's reflux, try to blame it on the cook

Look, boy, keep runnin', you'll be crampin' in your foot

Nervous, then you notice ain't no service on the hook

Paranoid since nineteen, nervous system shook

Better sit the fuck down or that skull gettin' took

That's ten million dollars invested, no justifyin' that

Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin' that

Sentiment is right, but your audience isn't racked enough

That shit is a failure, my nigga, go 'head and pack it up

And put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (No)

Your beats ain't placin', them songs ain't slappin', your raps ain't rankin'

Your stage presence don't even be in they conversation, go home

You ain't gotta hide from the truth

Tell your family why you such a recluse

Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth

Dog, how dare you try to ruin her marriage? (Come on)

Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed

Boy, you selfish as fuck, that's really why you scared of bein' a parent

Boy, that therapy needed, I'd dare you to seek it, but I'd lose a bet

Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death

It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent

You eatin' fertilizer to balance shit

Now go and stand in the sun, and use some fake tears to water your roots

Take that mask off and tell 'em the truth, let's talk about it, nigga

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]

And I hope you find yourself

And I hope you find yourself

And I hope you take your mask off