Tyler, The Creator - Answer (Lyrics)

Tyler, The Creator - Answer (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Tyler, The Creator: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #TylerTheCreator #Answer #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: (Can we talk on the phone or something) Because when I call (When I call you on the phone) I hope you pick up your phone I’d like to talk to you I hope you answer I hope you answer Yeah, I hope you answer I hope you answer Yeah, I hope you answer Because when I call I hope you pick up your phone I’d like to talk to you I hope you answer [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] Hey Dad, it’s me, um... Oh, I’m Tyler, I think I’d be your son Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain’s splitting “Dad“ isn’t your name, see “Faggot“’s a little more fitting Mom was only twenty when you ain’t have any fucks to spare You Nigerian fuck, now I’m stuck with this shitty facial hair Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career But fuck it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see A world I wasn’t supposed to, I’m stoked that I didn’t know you But sucks you ain’t give a fuck and considered a sperm donor now Fuck is an Okonma? I’m changing my shit to Haley And I just ain’t being passive, n*gga You a fuckin’ faggot, n*gga Got a show on Monday, guess who ain’t gettin’ no passes, n*gga? But if I ever had the chance to ask this n*gga And call him I hope he answer [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)] I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer Yeah, I hope you answer Because when I call (When I call, baby) I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up) I’d like to talk to you (I hope you answer) [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts Ace hates your guts, I’m a selfish fuck And I ain’t sharing green as if I’m facing blunts Frank is out the closet, Hodgy’s an alcoholic Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn’t call it Supposed to be gone ’til November but quickly came back in August I left two months through September to clearly remember all this I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgia I’ll call her number But she won’t answer [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)] I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer Yeah, I hope you answer ’Cause when I call (When I call, baby) I hope you pick up your phone (I’d like to talk to you) I hope you answer [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] You claim to hate my fucking guts But say I’m on a island in Thailand and I was wilding And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts Phone ain’t got no service, this 3G is fucking worthless Day is getting dark like the area’s turning urban You’ll be fucking nervous like me inside of a Church’s But, I’ma get in contact regardless, and I hope you answer [Outro: Tyler, The Creator] The last verse was about this girl, haha