Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Her, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Album song Goblin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tyler
Song language: English
Her |
| She lives next door |
| To the store that I loiter at |
| We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy |
| And if we text, I get pissed when I get no reply |
| (It's this girl) |
| I know that she’s the key to love |
| She is who I’m thinking of when I am beating richard up |
| The mental images her face looked |
| The closest that I got was when I’m poking her on facebook |
| (This girl) |
| Video chats are so exciting, |
| Cause it’s like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy |
| I’m getting gassed up, I think she’s liking me |
| She’s gullible, and I just wanna take it like a pirate (aargh) |
| (This girl) |
| I see her in class |
| Not really two doors down, but any time that I pass |
| To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall |
| Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick |
| My left hand on her tits, aw my shit’s getting hard |
| Some thoughts of dating this bitch |
| (It's this girl) |
| Her name is my password (…fuck) |
| (This girl) |
| All my niggas got they bitches and stuff |
| But all the bitches, they fuck |
| Are known as bitches and sluts |
| But she’s special, I know to ya’ll I come off as rough |
| But I’m the nicest to her, and I just want to concur |
| A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies |
| And stupid walks at the beach, and sharin' straws in a cup |
| I never had that, so when we holdin' hands walkin' home |
| I look past that, the fact she’s fucking guys that I hate |
| But… |
| (This girl) |
| Things are looking great, cut copy |
| Last time that we talked, she said her relationship was rocky |
| Now that Mr. Fag is gone, there’s no one that can stop me |
| From bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxy |
| (This girl) |
| Next day, metro’s taking me home |
| I see her in a cut at wendy’s, but she’s not alone |
| Who’s that guy, wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her? |
| Come to find out she got back with her… nigga… |
| (Damn) |
| Damn… |
| Fuck… |
| (It's this girl) |
| She’s so pretty, fuck self pity, I feel so shitty |
| I wanna text her in a jealous rage, but if she replied |
| Or say anything, I’mma smile, I know |
| What do I do with myself? |
| sit in my room for some days |
| Play xbox with piles full of wet socks, fuck that |
| (This girl) |
| My nigga asked «ace, what happened to such and such?» |
| I could slander her name, and then, tell em' I probably fucked |
| Or I could tell em the truth and say she didn’t like me much |
| But instead I lie and say she moved to nebraska… |
| (It's this girl…) |