Blow
The Tyler Lyrics


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I don't want you thinking I love you cause I stay
Girl I really like you and happy we got laid
I think about your windows like two times in a day
I'm a pervert with a purpose, like priest who just got saved
Kissing, kissing, I'm on a mission of licking
The holy grail of your body, when you be kissin'
This is a kid from Africa, you, you are a kitchen
I come quicker than pitches from Sammy Sosa, you're hoping I'm joking, but first

I'ma eat your pussy til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera
Nine months later with a Tyler baby
But that won't happen til I blow my load
I'ma eat your pussy til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera
Nine months later with a Tyler baby
But that won't happen til I blow my load

Your pussy tighter than door hinges
I munch you like sandwiches
But not any more cause I'm on tour, so
FaceTime your clit, I will jack off my dick
I go hardship
I might need an ice pack on my wrist
Fucking, I'm pumping
You know it's coming, bust in a couple of seconds
I'm sweating, I leave you slumping
The back of my truck, butt naked, suck it out of me
Leave you with nothing, get it?
This is what you wanted, this is what you came for

I'ma eat your pussy til you tell me you can't take it
Screaming "Stop it," don't you fake it, wanna tape it
Grab my camera
Nine months later with a Tyler baby
But that won't happen til I blow my load

You blow me away
With your cherry

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Overall Meaning

The Tyler's song "Blow" uses explicit and disturbing language to describe a violent, sexual encounter. The first verse describes the singer's belief that he can control and manipulate the woman he is with, leading her on with the false promise of a dinner, while he has no intention of respecting her. He then proceeds to insult her physical appearance and make reference to infamous crimes involving black male suspects and white women. The second verse continues with descriptions of the singer's violent and abusive behavior, both verbally and physically. He refers to the woman as a rabbit, objectifying her and dehumanizing her further.


The lyrics of this song are deeply troubling and portray a disturbing normalization of rape culture, disregard for consent, and objectification of women. However, some suggest that Tyler's use of language and imagery is a commentary on the toxicity of contemporary masculinity and the commodification of women in the music industry.


Line by Line Meaning

If this was a game
I am very confident that I would win if this was just a game.


I already know that I would come out winner
My skills are so good that I am certain I would come out as the winner.


And I'm not braggin', I'mma be in her
I am not boasting, but I am certain that she would want to have sex with me.


But this bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinner
I cannot believe that she thinks I would pay for her meal.


My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter
I have a high-quality steak that is excellently cut.


Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper
She has an angry demeanour just like a hot and juicy black woman.


Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender
She now wants to talk with me like a blender chops up ingredients.


But I don't give a fuck and keep her list'in like Schindler
I do not care and I am keeping her listening and paying attention like Schindler's List.


She's cute but her forehead's big
She is pretty, but she has a large forehead.


Got stretch marks like she got four kids
She has stretch marks like she has given birth to four kids.


Her legs can't close like the four door hinge Bronco
She cannot close her legs together just like the four-door hinge Bronco car.


That O.J. killed the white hos with
O.J. Simpson killed white women with a similar Bronco car.


A wealthy white girl without the facelift
She is a rich white girl who has not had a facelift.


Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
I will entice her with costly dinners and fancy jewelry like a bracelet.


Leave the bitch breathless, what the bitch don't know is that
She will be completely wowed by me, but she does not know that I am just using her.


I'm a muthafuckin' sellout and a rapist
I am a disgrace who sells out and rapes women.


Baby, you're an angel
I am trying to flatter her by calling her an angel.


How 'bout we turn this into a fable of some sort?
Let us turn our situation into a fictional story that has a moral.


You already know you're dead
I am planning something terrible for her and she is in grave danger.


Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course
Her red lipstick is ironically matching the fact that she will be covered in blood.


I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
I will put her in the car trunk while I am drunk.


'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
The only things I want to do are have sex and do cocaine.


I would be considered a muthafuckin' legend
If this were a competition, I would be viewed as a great and notable figure.


But I'm high as fuck bitch, you really need to get on my leverage
I am incredibly high, and she needs to realize my level of power.


Now we're in the cabin, in the middle of uhh
We are in a secluded cabin in the middle of nowhere.


Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet
I am brainstorming ways to hide her body in my cabinet.


Dreamy little bastard, I done ran outta luck so now
I am a very hopeful, but unlucky pervert.


It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit
I am going to hurt her terribly, like a hunter who has caught a rabbit.


You're very attractive, and notice that
She is very beautiful and I am acknowledging this fact.


My hat is always the color of cactus
I always wear a green hat like a cactus.


And I hang with wolves cause I'm an evil Bastard
I am hanging out with accomplices because I am a wicked and cruel person.


Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered
I have pictures of her on my wall that are stuck there only by my semen.


Met you at my school, departed at my house
We first met in school and now we are leaving from my place.


Ended at your panties, started at your blouse
Our interaction began with her blouse and now it has ended with her panties.


Pushed you down stairs, I took a nap up on the couch
I pushed her down the stairs and went to sleep on the couch.


If you wanted a date, don't come
If she expected a romantic date, I am not that person to provide it.


Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run
She must not resist or try to run away.


You call this shit kids, well I call these kids cum
She might think this is a game, but for me, it is just using her for my pleasure.


And you call this shit rape but I think that rape's fun
She may see this as an unwanted assault, but for me, it is a source of enjoyment.


Wait now it's about eight somethin
It is getting later in the evening, around 8 PM.


It's late and you stuck in my base-one
It is now too late and she is now trapped in my lair.


Come downstairs with nothin' but a shoe string
I am commanding her to come downstairs with no clothing, except for a shoelace.


Yeah bitch this date's done
This date is over, and something far worse is about to happen.


I like my girls how I like my drugs, white
I prefer white girls just like I prefer white drugs.


Lord, you're so pretty, lyin' in my arms
She is very beautiful while I hold her in my arms.


I just got one request, stop breathing'
I just want her to stop breathing, because I plan to kill her.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Tyler Gregory Okonma

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[Verse1]

If this was a game
I already know that I would come out winning
And I'm not bragging, I'ma be in her
But this bitch really think that I'm 'bout to buy her dinner
My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter
Juicy and hot, such a Black-bitch temper
Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender
But I don't give a fuck or even list-en like Schindler
She's cute, but her forehead's big
Got stretch marks like she got four kids
Her legs can't close like the four-doorhinge Bronco
That O.J. killed the white whores with
A wealthy white girl without the facelift
Lure her with expensive dinners and a nice bracelet
Leave the bitch breathless
What the bitch don't know is that I'm a mothafuckin' sellout and a rapist

[Chorus]
Baby, you're an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know you're dead
Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

[Verse 2]
If this was a game
I would be considered a motherfucking legend
And I ain't trying to gas you like Chevron
But I'm high as fuck, bitch, you really need to get on my leverage
Now, we're in the cabin, in the middle of ("Uh...")
Tryna find ways to really stuff you in my cabinet
Dreamy little bastard, I done ran out of luck
So now, it's time for a bloody foot, you little rabbit
You're very attractive
And notice that my hat is always the color of cactus
(And I hang with wolves) 'Cause I'm an evil bastard
Pictures of you on my wall
No glue, no tape, but just cum, plastered
Met you at my school, departed at my house
Ended at your panties, started at your blouse
Pushed you downstairs, I took a nap up on the couch
(*Snoring*)
If you wanted a date, don't come
Now, you gotta make it easy for you, don't run
You call this shit "kids?" Well, I call these kids "cum"
And you call this shit "rape," but I think that rape's fun
Wait, now it's about eight-something
It's late, and you stuck down in my base-one
Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe-string
Yeah, bitch, this date's done

[Chorus]
Baby, you're an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort?
You already know you're dead
Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk
'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
And snort (Wanna watch a movie?)
Blow
Baby, you're an angel
How about we turn this into a fable of some sort? (Watch a movie)
You already know you're dead
Ironic 'cause your lipstick's red, of course
I stuff you in the trunk, drunk (Bright lights)
'Cause all I really wanna do is fuck and snort blow
And snort (We could go anywhere)
Blow

[Outro]
I like my girls how I like my drugs:
White
Lord, you're so pretty
Lying in my arms
I just got one request:
Stop breathing



All comments from YouTube:

Abe Villarreal

when tyler said "she's cute but her foreheads big " i felt that

big Nutz

lmao

Isabella Vallejo

🤣🤣🤣

Stephen Sullivan

Yeah hes got bars yo....wtf this dude blows

Oj Reyes

Boss Galaga yeah many people do have big foreheads in this world I think people need to normalize it

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Mean Cheese Fetamean

This chorus is legendary. The beat is haunting as fuck.

Veeti

the "I stuff you in the trunk, drunk" makes it even more haunting on the first listen.

Hawk Hugo

@Veeti forever phenomenal

Ryan Zakaria

This album scares me but it reminds me how anybody can change to someone amazing, no matter where they were before. Not saying this is bad, I actually can’t believe a 17 year old can come up with records like these

DRAWER*

Wisp I love the feeling of being creeped out from his old music

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