911/Mr. Lonely

Album: Flower Boy (2017)
Charted: 101
  • Part I: 911

    [Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
    (Call me, call me, call me) Uh
    (Call me, call me, call me) Uh
    (Call me, call me, call me) Uh
    (Call me, call me, call me)
    (Call me) How you doin'?
    (Call me) My name is Lonely, nice to meet you
    Here's my number
    You can reach me, woo!

    [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
    (Call me)
    911, call me some time
    (You should call me)
    911, call me some time
    911 (You should call me, oh)
    911 (Call me)

    [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
    Sippin' on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé
    Can't see straight, these shades are Céline Dion
    Sucks you can't gas me up, shout out to Elon
    Musk, yeah, I got a sold out show
    Crowd wild out but don't matter 'cause you not front row
    I've been lookin' for a keeper, listen to the speaker
    If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
    At that 911

    [Bridge: Steve Lacy, Anna of the North & Tyler, The Creator]
    Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
    Please bang my line, you know I'll answer (click)
    Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
    Please bang my line

    [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Anna of the North]
    Call me
    911, call me some time
    You should call me
    911, call me some time
    911, (you should call me, oh)
    911, (you should call me)

    [Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
    Chirp, chirp
    Chirp, chirp
    Woke up in the 'burbs, 'burbs, with the birds, birds
    Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
    These days you gotta find time
    Even the night line
    Work line
    Dial nine

    [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
    Five car garage
    Full tank of the gas
    But that don't mean nothing, nothing
    Nothin', nothin', without you shotgun in the passenger
    I'm the loneliest man alive
    But I keep on dancing to throw 'em off
    I'm gon' run out of moves 'cause I can't groove to the blues
    If you know any DJs, tell 'em to call me at 911...

    Part II: Mr. Lonely

    [Intro: A$AP Rocky, ScHoolboy Q & Tyler, The Creator]
    I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck
    Old lonely ass nigga
    I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck
    Forreal, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something
    I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck
    Old weird ass nigga
    I can't even lie, I've been
    Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

    [Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
    They say the loudest in the room is weak
    That's what they assume, but I disagree
    I say the loudest in the room
    Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (that's me)
    Attention seeker, public speaker
    Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin' lonely
    Writin' songs about these people
    Who do not exist, he's such a fuckin' phony
    One thing I know, is that I wanna
    Win so bad, but I'm not Chicago
    Heart is low, it's real low, it's so low
    You can't lift me up, I'm like Gallardo
    From the start it's been real dark
    It's been so dark, I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh
    I'm playin' like Hasbro
    I'm really Saari, call me Arto
    Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla
    I know you sick of me talkin' 'bout cars (skrrt)
    But what the fuck else do you want from me?
    That is the only thing keepin' me company
    Purchase some things until I'm annoyed
    These items is fillin' the void
    Been fillin' it for so long
    I don't even know if it's shit I enjoy (ohh)
    Current battle as an adult
    My partner is a shadow
    I need love, do you got some I could borrow?
    Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow
    But that never comes
    Like a vasectomy, what have I done?
    I got the talent, the face and the funds
    Found myself long ago but I haven't found someone (who)
    Mirror, mirror on the wall (who)
    The loneliest of them all (me)
    Cupid actin' stupid
    Do you got another number I could call?
    Never had a pet
    I've never had a pet
    There's more fish in the sea
    But I never had a goldfish to begin with
    I never had a dog
    So I've never been good with bitches
    'Cause I never threw a ball, fetch
    I never had a pet, that's where it stems from, I bet
    Treat me like direct deposit
    Check in on me sometime
    Ask me how I'm really doin'
    So I never have to press that 911

    [Outro: Jasper]
    Ohh! Damn! Damn!


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