Where This Flower Blooms Songtext
von Tyler, the Creator ft. Frank Ocean

Ayo
Let′s take it back to them days
Counting sheep on Sadie Hannah's floor
Carpet was my baby mama
80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured
Rent-A-Center calling everyday
Nobody home, they′re knocking on the door
Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt!)
In toys I only dreamed that I could afford
Now I roll through Okaga

I ride to California (yeah)
These frog oval goggles
I'm leanin' out the window
OJ shinin′ on me (oh, ooh)
Simp sun shinin′ on me (ayy, yeah)
Slick circles float roll out this world (yeah, yeah)


Run it, run it, run it, run it
I rock, I roll, I bloom, I grow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (what you say?) I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (let 'em know), I bloom, I grow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (one more time), I bloom, I grow (let′s go)

Ain't nobody fucking with T, but that just may be my ego
But don′t be too cool, you might freeze
Because niggas get stuck in the cold (man, look at this ice)
Shit weighs a ton, water your garden my nigga (stunt on these niggas)
Tell these black kids they could be who they are
Dye your hair blue, shit, I'll do it too

Look, I smell like Chanel
I never mall grip with my manicured nails
I coconut oil the skin
I keep the top low ′cause the follicles thinnin'
But other than that, man, it feels like I'm winning (I′m winnin′ nigga)
Went from statistic to millionaire
CNN doubted 'cause my skin is dark
Then they forget when I get in my car


These frog oval goggles
I′m leaning out the window
OJ shining on me
Simp-sun shining on me
Slick circles float, roll out this world (yeah, yeah)
Run it, run it, run it, yeah

I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (what you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (let 'em know), I bloom, I grow (I grow)
I rock, I roll (one more time), I bloom, I-
(Let′s go)

Flower boy T, nigga that's me
Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree
Took a little while, nigga making leaves
Keep it in my branches, family can eat
Favorite color green, energy is strong
Giving niggas life, birdie and the bees
Dropping them seeds, not what you want
You don′t know what I keep in the trunk
Ah, shit

Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it
Run it
Run it