Session (Original) lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, I'm gonna throw up
I got 5 on it
I got 5 on it too, my n*gga
You smoking, my n*gga?
Nah, I ain't smoking
Come on, n*gga, just hit the f*cking—
Nah, you know I don't smoke
This n*gga never want to smoke, my n*gga
I'm high off life, n*gga
Straight edge ass n*gga
I'm good man
If you ain't gonna f*ckin' smoke n*gga, then just rap for us, n*gga
Aight n*gga, I got this
Yo, yo, look

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat
Pro-abortion, anti-clean rap
f*ck your blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve that mini, blasting "You're a j*rk"
In some f*cking yellow skinnies looking like a flaming faggot
Bouncing 'round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find hеr like Cartman found Kenny, dead
I likе my girls smart, skinny
Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red
I'm flying on a beaver, you're a disbeliever
So don't ask for no mothaf*ckin' ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the sh*t-list said that I'm nutty such a cashew
'Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
The sh*t, you can mention me if anybody ask you
Kill the jungle, let the cats loose
You didn't see me here if someone ask you