Slow It Down
The Tyler Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

We come through throbbing like thunder storms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs
With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on
Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
Hodgy Beats is like limp balm
If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam
And I'm going to embalm my creativity
Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on

Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?
Drop the drums

Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I'm never the winner, always the loser
I don't choose to win, but I will choose her
Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
I never use a fork I always spoon her
Go nuts, instrumental flow much
European model white bitch is eating donuts
Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch
Making shit come like I'm go-go gadget
I'm mental, it's instrumental
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils

Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, yeah
Turn it up, where's the bass?
Bring the keys, oh my God
Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?
Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?
Drop the drums

Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers
I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
Found Alicia, now she keyless
Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless




Murdered every bod from my squad
So technically, now I'm teamless, O.F. is so prestigious

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tyler, The Creator's song "Slow It Down" contain themes of bragging, being explosive, and being mentally unwell. Tyler, The Creator describes himself as being too explosive for his listeners, throwing bombs with his lyrics, and being like a thunderstorm. He also brags about his abilities with women and his success, saying "I got nice hands, n***as eat out my big palms" and "O.F. is so prestigious."


The lyrics also reveal Tyler, The Creator's complex relationship with mental health. He describes himself as being mental and instrumental, and he hopes that this record will make listeners feel like stabbing people with colored pencils. He also uses violent language, saying that he will make someone cry and tell their big mom if they talk shit about him.


Overall, "Slow It Down" is a complex song that showcases Tyler, The Creator's unique flow, confidence, and vulnerability.


Line by Line Meaning

We come through throbbing like thunder storms
We arrive with a powerful force that cannot be ignored


Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
Our presence causes excitement and nervousness among those around us


I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs
My music is too intense and powerful for some people to handle


With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on
I have the exclusive rights to this channel and I know it's going to be great


Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
Some people get angry and express it in an overly dramatic way, like cheerleaders throwing their pompoms


Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
Some people are so focused on appearances that they will do anything, even compromising their values or beliefs, to maintain them


Hodgy Beats is like limp balm
Hodgy Beats is like a soothing substance that can calm down the atmosphere


If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms
If someone speaks negatively about me, I will retaliate by hurting their feelings and telling their mother about it


I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
My hands are powerful and can manipulate others to my advantage


Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam
Those who dislike me are becoming more desperate as I continue to dominate and conquer


And I'm going to embalm my creativity
I will preserve and immortalize my artistic expression by recording it for others to experience


Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on
I'm going to burn my music onto a CD so others can experience the same emotional and creative state I'm in


Turn it up, where's the bass?
Increase the volume and emphasize the bass in the music


Bring the keys, yeah
Play the musical keys that are necessary for this song


Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?
Increase the volume and emphasize the bass in the music


Could you bring the keys? Yeah
Please play the keys that are necessary for this song


Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?
Increase the volume and emphasize the bass in the music


Drop the drums
Lower the volume and reduce the emphasis on the drumbeat


Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
My outfit is extravagant and reminiscent of a famous boxer


My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
My t-shirts are made by the popular clothing brand Bathing Ape and feature a gorilla design


You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
You guys are all talk and no substance, like someone who gets hyped up from a cup of artificial sweetener


But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I consumed everything available, like someone who eats all the food at a buffet


I'm never the winner, always the loser
I never expect to win, so I am never disappointed


I don't choose to win, but I will choose her
I am not motivated to win, but I am motivated by love


Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
She is sexually attracted to me and is satisfied by my performance


I never use a fork I always spoon her
I am very intimate with her, using a spoon instead of a fork to feed her


Go nuts, instrumental flow much
Let go of your inhibitions and enjoy the instrumental music


European model white bitch is eating donuts
A white woman who is a model from Europe is indulging in donuts, despite societal expectations for her to be thin


Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch
I am not concerned with societal expectations of attractiveness and am with a woman who doesn't fit those standards


Making shit come like I'm go-go gadget
I am performing exceptionally well sexually, like the fictional character Inspector Gadget


I'm mental, it's instrumental
I am in a creative and emotional state that is conveyed through the music I produce


Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
My lyrics and music are so powerful that they could cause physical and emotional repercussions for someone's partner


And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils
I hope this music inspires you to create art of your own, even if the tools you use are unconventional or unexpected


Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
Hey, you who are being unoriginal and predictable


You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers
You are unsuccessful in life and I will intimidate your teachers to prove my dominance


I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
I am so powerful that I can create unexpected and illogical outcomes, such as Muslims invoking the name of a different religious figure


I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
I had sex with a woman named Kelly, and I am now in search of Regis Philbin, a television personality, possibly to boast about my conquest


Found Alicia, now she keyless
I found Alicia Keys, a famous musician, and now she is unable to perform because I have outshone her


Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless
I was formerly popular and successful, but now I am without those things


Murdered every bod from my squad
I have outperformed and succeeded beyond my peers


So technically, now I'm teamless, O.F. is so prestigious
Although I do not have a team or group to support me, my solo career is prestigious and noteworthy




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: GERARD LONG, TYLER OKONMA

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Dr Dongle

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Ace, the Creator
OF
Hodgy Beats (Drop it)

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs
With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on
Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
Hodgy Beats is like lip balm
If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Haters must be starving nowadays, I make California Vietnam
And I'm going to embalm my creativity
Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator]
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Bring the keys, yeah!)
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow bitches (Bring the keys, oh my God!)
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Could you bring the keys? Yeah!)
Slow it down, slow it down (Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?)
Slow it down (Drop the drums)


[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Pink chinchilla, something like Thriller
My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I'm never the winner, always the loser
I don't choose to win, but I will choose her
Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
I never use a fork I always spoon her
Go nuts, instrumental flow much
European model white bitch is eating donuts
Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch
Making shit come like I'm Go-Go Gadget
I'm mental, it's instrumental
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator]
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Bring the keys, yeah!)
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow bitches (Bring the keys, oh my God!)
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up nigga, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Could you bring the keys? Yeah!)
Slow it down, slow it down (Turn it up, nigga where's the bass?)
Slow it down (Drop the drums)

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers
I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
Found Alicia, now she keyless
Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless
Murdered every bod from my squad
So technically, now I'm teamless
O.F. is so prestigious, yeah

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Um, it's not that hard but
Well, for me it's not
OFM, bangin' on your FM
Ace, The Creator
Hodgy Beats
OF, yes



All comments from YouTube:

George Beard

This the most slept on song ever

Fakie360 Fs

any tyler’s song that’s doesn’t go platinum is slept on.

Alberto Ortega

I had the bastard album n my itunes bruh and ian ever heard this one💀

lucas

deadass, i had the rare blessing of seeing that man preform this shit when i was like 12

1 More Replies...

tariq morse

Tyler's flow on this is amazing

stvn

og comment. what do you think of tyler now?

Psilopsychic

His account is probably inactive now

Jared Marcum

pink chinchilla

José Ferreira

Im bumping this masterpiece in quarantine 2020

Deadly

I think wolf and bastard are the best albums yet because I like almost every song

More Comments

More Versions