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Take Your Mask Off (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator (造物主泰勒)
Lyrics by：Tyler Okonma/Greg Cook/K. Thomas
Composed by：Tyler Okonma/Greg Cook/K. Thomas
Produced by：Tyler, The Creator
Mm-hmm mm-hmm la-la-la-la-la-la-la ooh
Uh
Big guns big guns what you got huh
Slatt slatt and pop back at the opps huh
Gang this and you gang that
Don't let 'em know that you regret how you became that
A good kid fine home mom and dad in the pic'
A little middle class money every Christmas legit
Family trips Ivy-bound and one day hit the switch
You ain't wanna be seen as a ***** cuz'
And none them face tats gon' hide the fact that you sad bruh
You ain't a thug you was in drama club you's a actor
But now cuz' gettin' validation from the dumb and confused
Ayy Blood
Now you facin' five to ten 'cause you had somethin' to prove
Let's talk about it
And I hope you find yourself
Yeah
And I hope you take your mask off
Sad story a-ha-ha yeah
Preacher man preacher man preach
You make these folks think you got somethin' to teach
Like you ain't lyin'
Big bank from them collections well what you buyin'
Ain't too fond of them gays you don't deny it wait
Since a kid you knew somethin' was up
Had you thinkin' God would hate you so you covered it up
Gotta hide how you live what you really enjoy
So got a wife got a kid but you be ******* them boys
Sick of all the shame sick of all the pain that's within
Scared of bein' seen tired of rebukin' the sin
Trade it all to be free and shine bright like the Sun
But you back on that religious **** as soon as you cum
Hope you find yourself
Take your mask off
Big-a*s house that's on the Hill
Hill
Big-a*s wheels in the garage
'Rage hope you find yourself
Three cute kids that's in your arms
Your husband just made another mill'
You want your life back get a massage
Tired of bein' at home personality gone
Body ain't been the same postpartum is long your identity gone
Momma your first name the last one got changed
They dream about your nest but you crave flyin' alone mane
You would start all over if we keepin' it real
Real
Current life is full but you ain't feelin' fulfilled
Filled
Fantasize about the dream you left on the shelf
Can't even get alone time to think of killin' yourself
Ah let's talk about it
Eyes feelin' narrow hope you find yourself
Self
Oh
Keep that **** one hundred with you with yourself
You don't have to put on no costume
You don't ever have to lie to kick it
Yeah tool won't stay hard pain in your chest
Hair fallin' out won't blame it on the stress
Claim it's new partners blame it on your ex
Chest claim a sweet flex try to blame it on the cook
Look boy keep runnin' you'll be crampin' in your foot
Nervous then you notice ain't no service on the hook
Paranoid since 19 nervous system shook
Better sit the **** down or that skull gettin' took
That's ten million dollars invested no justifyin' that
Tryna sell them weird-a*s clothes nobody buyin' that
Sentiment is right but your audience isn't racked enough
That **** is a failure my nigga go 'head and pack it up
And put it in the trunk
You talk a lot of **** to not even be number one
No
Your beats ain't placin' them songs ain't slappin'
Your raps ain't rankin'
Your stage presence don't even be in they conversation go home
You ain't gotta hide from the truth
Tell your family why you such a recluse
Tell your spirit why you feelin' it's a wrap in the booth
Dawg how dare you try to ruin her marriage
'Claim you never wore a mask and how you don't get embarrassed
Boy you selfish as ****
That's really why you scared of bein' a parent
Boy that therapy needed
I dare you to seek it but I'll lose a bet
Your respect won't get given 'til we postin' your death
It's clear you wish you got your flowers sent
You eatin' fertilizer to balance ****
Now go and stand in the Sun
And use some fake tears to water your roots
Take that mask off and tell 'em the truth
Let's talk about it nigga