SAFARI
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Destination, remote
We done been everywhere
Only thing we ain't traveled
Is time (yeah)

The boy records smell like bleach
I could travel where I want
I'm accustomed, clean and customed
It ain't custom I don't come
Flee the bird to the truck
I scroll up, leave water the stewardess
Border control, that's some stupid shit
Stayin' at home, I hate
Runaway love but I'm no Ludacris
Sippin' on Menti, take my shoes off
Then we take off, then I snooze off
Until I land, know I'm four grand
And I wake up, wipe the droop off
Got my passport in my weak hand
I'ma peel off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
Recline 'til it's time to peace sign
Fuck all the checks and the cars, get a passport
See the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and won't leave, shit is backwards
Start with your feet then I caught an ample
Get our your bubble-gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Slither in the Alps or go to the Mesullah
Or two hundred pinnacle scuba and Cuba
Or land in a borough Gerard got the Brio
She bought it in Como, it matches my keycode
Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see
Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week
Take my nephews out to Nice, they like "who?" I'm like "we," ha

Legendary
World-renowned
Globally recognized
Catch us if you can
Are you keeping up?
Once in a lifetime
This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide
Speakin' matter-of-factly
We're just lightyears ahead

Yeah
Every car retarded, the garage look like a looney bin
What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (uh)
I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN
Clutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (uh)
Huh, took that GRAMMY home, couldn't lose again
The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (uh)
Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga, loot me in
Like, "who that young rich handsome nigga with the gooey skin?" (uh)
Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T
And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin' (uh)
Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it's Baudelaire Wolfie though
The felines name him Al for how long he eat the, wait a minute (uh)
Pink wolfer scuff quickly, FI cost a buck sixty
I'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fuck with me (uh)
Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury him
Only twenty-nine but I've been focused since thirty M (uh)

Wolf
Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz)




And like that (uh)
We gone

Overall Meaning

In the song "SAFARI," Tyler, The Creator discusses his globetrotting experiences with every verse in his unique style. The song starts with Tyler realizing the places he has been and the places he has yet to go to, with the only exception being Time. He talks about his habits and how he smells of bleach because of his constant traveling. Tyler is comfortable traveling around due to the fact that he is accustomed to it, and it is not custom that holds him back. He travels from place to place on airplanes and is filled with disgust when he's at the border. He expresses that he hates to stay at home and that travel is necessary for growth. He tells listeners to get a passport, see the world, and start with their feet first before going on to have an ample life.


The artist then goes on to speak about the luxuries of his life after establishing his appreciation for travel. He talks about his collection of cars that are stored in his garage and how they resemble a looney bin; this segues into his impressive wardrobe, which he picks out based on the mood he's in. When he won his GRAMMY, he claims that he can never lose again. He goes on to say that he's always been focused, quite hard-working, and young rich handsome. Tyler, The Creator gives a shout-out to his nicknames, how he's been called Bunnyhop and Wolfie, and how he owns everything that he has, "fuzz" included. Finally, the song concludes with Tyler reminding his listeners to call him if they ever get lost, and the song comes to a close.


Line by Line Meaning

Destination, remote
We're going somewhere far, outside our usual environment


We done been everywhere
We've traveled to many different places before


Only thing we ain't traveled Is time (yeah)
The only thing we haven't done yet is time travel


The boy records smell like bleach
My music is clean and polished


I could travel where I want
I have the freedom to travel anywhere I choose


I'm accustomed, clean and customed It ain't custom I don't come
I'm used to traveling in style and cleanliness, so I won't come if I can't have that


Flee the bird to the truck I scroll up, leave water the stewardess
I quickly leave the airplane and head to my vehicle, leaving the flight attendant a tip


Border control, that's some stupid shit
I don't like dealing with border control and see it as unnecessary hassle


Stayin' at home, I hate
I dislike staying at home and prefer to travel


Runaway love but I'm no Ludacris
I like to travel and experience love, but I'm not Ludacris


Sippin' on Menti, take my shoes off Then we take off, then I snooze off
I drink Menti and take off my shoes before falling asleep on the flight


Until I land, know I'm four grand And I wake up, wipe the droop off
I make sure I have four thousand dollars upon arrival and freshen up upon waking up


Got my passport in my weak hand I'ma peel off, get a sweet tan
I hold my passport in my weaker hand and plan to peel off to a sunny destination for a tan


Loafers filled with beach sand Recline 'til it's time to peace sign
I come back from the beach with sand in my loafers and relax until it's time to signal peace


Fuck all the checks and the cars, get a passport See the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurt
It's better to travel and see the world than to focus on material possessions; keep your eyes open until you're physically tired


Niggas get bread and won't leave, shit is backwards
People accumulate wealth and then refuse to travel, which is illogical


Start with your feet then I caught an ample
Traveling starts by taking the first step, and then opportunities come your way


Get our your bubble-gum Blow up horizons, sun
Expand your horizons and experience new things


Slither in the Alps or go to the Mesullah Or two hundred pinnacle scuba and Cuba
Travel to unique destinations such as the Alps, Mesullah, or Cuba for scuba diving


Or land in a borough Gerard got the Brio She bought it in Como, it matches my keycode
I arrive at Gerard's residence in his Brio car, which matches my access code


Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week
Enjoy the view of the sea and take the opportunity to learn different languages while traveling, such as during a week in Paris


Take my nephews out to Nice, they like "who?" I'm like "we," ha
I take my nephews to Nice and they ask who we are, and I reply that we are together


Legendary
We are remarkable and well-known


World-renowned
Our fame and reputation extend all over the world


Globally recognized
People from all over the world recognize and know us


Catch us if you can
It's difficult for anyone to catch us or compete with us


Are you keeping up?
Can you keep up with our pace and lifestyle?


Once in a lifetime
This is an opportunity that only happens once in a lifetime


This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide
Our collaboration produces something amazing


Speakin' matter-of-factly We're just lightyears ahead
To state the obvious, we are far ahead of others in many aspects


Every car retarded, the garage look like a looney bin What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (uh)
My collection of cars is diverse and looks like a collection of crazy people's cars; I choose the car based on what looks and feels best at the moment


I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN Clutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (uh)
I have been changing and improving since a long time ago, and pursued Tracee Ellis Ross before getting to know her intimately


Took that GRAMMY home, couldn't lose again The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (uh)
I won a GRAMMY award and wanted to keep winning; my suit was so sharp that it could cut through anything


Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga, loot me in Like, "who that young rich handsome nigga with the gooey skin?" (uh)
Jay-Z talks about making a hundred million dollars; I want to be part of that and be known as a young, rich, and attractive person


Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin' (uh)
My mother named me Tyler and my brothers call me T; the bank contacts me when money is transferred, like in season three of a TV show


Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it's Baudelaire Wolfie though The felines name him Al for how long he eat the, wait a minute (uh)
My skateboard is called Bunnyhop, but my name is Baudelaire Wolfie; cats call me Al because of how much I eat


Pink wolfer scuff quickly, FI cost a buck sixty I'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fuck with me (uh)
My pink wool shoes get dirty easily, and my FI costs one hundred and sixty dollars; I will only pay one hundred and fifty dollars maximum, and no one can compete with me


Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury him Only twenty-nine but I've been focused since thirty M (uh)
I have the fuzz (police attention) and will deal with it until I die; I have been focused for a long time despite being only twenty-nine years old


Wolf Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz) And like that (uh) We gone
I am a wolf and you can call me if you're lost; and with that, we're gone




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Written by: Tyler Gregory Okonma

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@ethanfreiman8500

[Intro: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator]
Destination: remote
We done been everywhere
Only thing we ain't traveled
Is time (Yo)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
The boy records smell like bleach
I can travel where I want
I'm accustomed clearin' customs
It ain't custom, I don't come
Flee the bird to the truck
I said "au revoir" to the stewardess
Border control, that's some stupid shit
Stayin' at home, I hate
Runaway love but I'm no Ludacris
Sippin' on mint tea, take my shoes off
Then we take off then I snooze off
Until I land where I'm foreign
And I wake up, have to droop off
Got my passport in my weak hand
I'ma cool off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
We climbed 'til we found the peace sign
Fuck all the checks and the calls, get a passport
See the world, open your eyes 'til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and won't leave, shit is backwards
Start with your feet then a car then a airport
Get out your bubble gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula
Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba
Or land in a borough, Gerard got the brioche
Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat
Oversee the sea, all the things that you could see
Like them languages I speak, out in Paris for a week
Take my nephews out to Nice, they like "Who?" I'm like, "Oui," ha


[Break: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator]
Legendary (Find me)
World-renowned
Globally recognized
Catch us if you can (Baby, you should find me)
Are you keepin' up? (Find)
Once in a lifetime (Baby, you should find me)
This what it sounds like when the moon and the sun collide
Speakin' matter-of-factly (Baby, you should find me)
We're just light years ahead (You said that it was you I saw with another in my place)
Yeah

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Every car retarded, the garage look like a loony bin
What coupe he in depends on the fit and the type of mood he in (Ugh)
I been switchin' gears since Tracee Ellis Ross was UPN
Clutched then he stroked, got to know her like a droopy grin (Ugh)
Huh, took that GRAMMY home, couldn't lose again
The suit was so sharp that it could get Medusa coochie trim (Ugh)
Hov talkin' 'bout a hundred million, nigga, loop me in
Like who that young, rich, handsome nigga with the gooey skin? (Ugh)
Mama named him Tyler and his brothers call him T
And the bank, they call him when that wire clear like season three or somethin' (Ugh)
Skateboard named him Bunnyhop, it's Baudelaire Wolfie though
The felines name him Al for how long he eat the— (Pussy) wait a minute (Ugh)
Pink loafers scuff quickly, Fiat cost a buck sixty
I'll keep it a buck fifty, y'all can't really fuck with me (Ugh)
Bitch, I got the fuzz and I'ma own it 'til they bury him
Only twenty-nine but I've been focused since thirty M (Ugh)

[Outro: DJ Drama & Tyler, The Creator]
Wolf
Call me if you get lost (Gangsta Grillz)
And like that (Uh), we gone



All comments from YouTube:

@squalay3601

absolutely foul how under appreciated this song is, top 3 off the album

@flashfire1259

What you doing here 0.0

@balls584

@@flashfire1259 listening to Tyler

@flashfire1259

@@balls584 true 😂

@carlwgrauballe6550

Preparing for the upcoming "CMIYGL but only my voice"

@blueluma6187

It’s my favorite off the album, man.

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@issaktovar6962

this song is like his victory lap

@tarinathellama4858

The whole album was his victory lap

@scar3731

@@tarinathellama4858 fax bro

@tylervalentinemusic

https://youtu.be/XAoxQXxnHic🔥🔥

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