The Jet Age Of Tomorrow - Welcome Home Son lyrics

[Casey Veggies: Verse 1] Ridin round town same old seven stilo n***a couldn't change you could blame it on my ego Yungun started grinding man I did it on the d-low Came back shining with that 4th quarter free throw Game time n***a even if get the rebound Hoes tryna figure where I be now But that love sh** ain't somethin I don't see now Lost, still profound, and every day it go down My n***as got a name now These other n***as lame now So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now n***a Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse Came in k**in ain't even need to rehearse Swear I take it down and I make that girl disperse And I ain't just k** it man I put it in a hearse, I'm back home [Tyler, The Creator: Verse 2] s** it up, co*k 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 leaving dates I got to followin Swallow it, clean it off, polish it Axe you up in the back of my shack, f** some hollow tips Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow sh** 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 pa**enger To balance up the color of my van it matches egg yolk My only f**ing way to calm down, the view of dead folk "This movie f**in s**s" Because the pay per view is dead ho now shut the f** up and work magic with esophagus