Garbage Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

Hello, I'm a salesman sorta giant 

I sell molly and mary and other various items 

One time one guy came to where I'm residing 

And I didn't invite him, so instead tried to fight him 

I got violent, long story short he's not breathing 

For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting 

Couldn't stop the addiction, and the irony is 

A couple junkies went missing and I know right where they're hiding 

Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side 

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high 

Dope in the bag, Pretty bitch on the side 

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die 

Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side 

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high 

Dope in the bag, Pretty bitch on the side 

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die 

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Task force poured into my fortress 

Found some lipstick, a couple corpses 

Bitches was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm 

I'm ripping sockets out like I had fucking problems with arms 

They found a couple portraits on the porch 

But they don't check up under the floor 

It's bodies and hotties and we was raging I'm gauging a shotty 

Hit so many bitches I was pimping like Scotty 

I'm a bull, red, piss me off 

Like that lipstick position when she kissed me 

So I bit 'em off, they was too soft, I'm a Wolf 

And a designer mixing skin cotton leather and wool 

And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods 

Baking cake cause its good, I mean I would if I could 

But I like playing dress up and mix match 

Sorry I'mma 'fess up, you aren't getting your kids back 

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Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side 

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high 

Dope in the bag, Pretty bitch on the side 

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die 

Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side 

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high 

Dope in the bag, Pretty bitch on the side 

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die 

What's in my trunk? 

White, girl 

What's in my trunk? 

White, girl 

You need a warrant, officer 

You could say I kill 'em, if my product doesn't 

Couple basement stairs where I drug them, down 

It's pretty disgusting, finger crush your face 

I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood 

Nosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven