Chords for Tyler, The Creator - Seven

[Fm] _ _ [Bbm] I tell them to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders
I give [Dm] a fuck like a quarter of a twenty [Bbm] cent
And Hampton was threatened Hampton relaxing
A happy campus, the fucking financial
[Dm] Now Hampton wasn't [Bbm] relaxing, I'm taxing
Fuck them all, I'm chanting
Don't complain, I'm just ranting
[Dm] Fuck ranking, I'm the best, I'm [Bbm] the champions champion
I'm a liar like Carrie, and liar, liar
I'm dirtier than [Dm] the sheets in the Marriott
[E] Cable guy like Larry, Peter Pan in my [F] youth
Fuck theories, I'm [E] using my toothpaste
To get [A] that bitch teeth [E] paste, fuck it
I'll feature some [F] knots, [E] black Nazis don't copy
We perfect, you [F] sloppy, how [E] does a sockie talkie?
A blame on my [F] jacket, screw [E] you like a ratchet
Screw you like [A] a black tee [E] and no judge hatchet
He [F] ain't thirsty, jackers, [E] drug dealers and crackers
Ain't consumed, they're [A] slackers
[Bbm] I'm thackers like Jermaine Debris in 93
And snippin' from concentration camps
With a [Dm] fucking girl, orderin' a [Bbm] ramp that I ordered from
CCS with some diamonds, that's [N] BBS
Like I went to Sierra Leone, in a homecoming [Bbm] dress
With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny
Sub on [Dm] my hat like that motherfucker [Bbm] Franny
A white red-headed bitch reminded me of Annie
She dino like my [Dm] state of mind, so yeah, she [E] understand me
Fuck you, brought you here, never [A] disrespect my [E] family
That's for my little brother, sister, [F] cousin, and my [E] auntie
Quakes the fucking youth, all you [F] old niggas, antiques
We go skate, break slams, and eat donuts from [E] Randy
Bitches like Tia [A] Landry, [F] watchin' Billy and [E] Mandy
Motherfuckers [F] wanna be, I, but you [E] can't be
Sit the fuck [A] down, all you [F] old niggas, [Em] scam me [A] Biggie, [Bbm] Biggie
I guess I gotta be a fucking hand-me-down rapper
From Los Angeles, [Dm] yeah, anytime
Fucking [Bbm] Landon, fuck, two dope boys in all white
Shout out to Hype Track, they [Dm] motherfuckers could never get [Bbm] rid of me
Guess I gotta do a fucking song with Dom Kennedy
Get these fucking [Dm] hip-hop blockers to start [Bbm] feeling me
Because I'm 17, compose my own beats, lyrically
I'm dope enough to [Dm] ask fuck the dude who made [E] Higgity
Baby, I should buy [F] some Hundreds, wear some fucking [E] skinny jeans
And follow when your foot [Dm] steps like a motherfucking [E] millipede
Centipede, [F] make songs about Gucci and [E] Sigourney
Jerk with the first [F] names like a motherfucking Little [E] League
No, I'm not no [F] fucking hipster, mister
No, [E] I'm not no fucking Kid [A] Cudi, all my [F] fucking fans [E] love me
Collaboration, it's for friends screaming, fuck buddies Yo, [Bbm] yo
I'm driving in a stolen truck, and I'm probably fucking drug wasted
As [Dm] fuck, can't walk without DJ [Bbm] Up
My nose is filled with coke, and my license is revoked
Who the fuck told me not to spoke?
Fuck everybody here, everybody vanished
I'll manage, hop off [Dm] my dick and make a fucking [Bbm] sandwich
Everybody listening can suck my dick in Spanish
[N] Fuck you
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[F] I'm probably on my period
[E] I didn't mean to [Eb] offend anyone
Alright, I'm [Bbm] lying _ _ _ _
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