Welcome Home Son (feat. Tyler, The Creator & Casey Veggies)

Aw, man

Aw, aw, aw, man, damn

Young Veggies

Two for three

Tyler The Creator

Ri-ri-ridin' 'round town, same old seven stilo

**** couldn't change, you can blame it on my ego

Yungun started grindin', man, I did it on the d-low

Came back shining with that fourth quarter free throw

Game time, ****, even if get the rebound

Hoes tryna figure where I be now

But that love shit ain't somethin' I don't see now

Lost, still profound, and every day it go down

My **** got a name now

These other **** lame now

So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now

**** Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse

Came in killin', 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 leavin' dates I got to followin'

Swallow it, clean it off, polish it

Axe you up in the back of my shack, fuck some hollow tips

Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow shit

The kids used to tease, now I'm hiding in the leaves of the trees where the school where their teen daughter attend

I grab them by the pelgro, throw them in the passenger

To balance up the color of my van, it matches egg yolk

My only fucking way to calm down, the view of dead folk

"This movie fuckin' sucks"

Because the pay per view is dead, ho, now shut the fuck up and work magic with esophagus