Answer
Tyler the Creator Lyrics


'Cause when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer

'Cause when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer

Hey dad, it's me, um
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
Dad isn't your name, see faggot's a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any fucks to spare
You Nigerian fuck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case stairs
So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career
But fuck it, I got Clancy, he, gave me the chance to see
A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But, sucks you ain't give a fuck and consider a sperm donor now
The fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley
And I just ain't being passive, nigga
You're a fucking faggot, nigga
Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't getting no passes, nigga
But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga
And call him

I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (when I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone (please pick up)
I'd like to talk to you

Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck
And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone until November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma, but she's just nostalgic
I'll call her number
But she won't answer

I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (when I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you)
I hope you answer

You claim to hate my fucking guts
But say I'm on an island in Thailand and I was wildin'
And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts
Phone ain't got no service this 3G is fucking worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be fucking nervous like me inside of a church is
But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer

That last verse was about this girl

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Written by: Tyler Okonma

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Le Chungus Gt

Imagine being black father who left his son and after 18 years his son becomes a successful rapper who raps about how he hates his father

Mason

Imagine being black 0_0

_ Dromic

He took a MEGA L

joaquin_brown 3

but what if tyler didnt start rapping because he had a good childhood

J.S.Y

@BIOHAZARD-42 why tf you mentioned me in this comment? Tf I have to do with you? Stfu little nigga. And btw I ain’t fat. You must fat since you don’t even post🙄. You probably the one who eats all the damn food in quarantine😒

sindromdauna

Imagine being black

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Oliver Grosjean

Mad props to Clancy being the father figure

Conner Piper

big shouts out to Clancy

pkwinter3run

@Truffle Duffle Was gonna like this comment but I didnt wanna ruin it, since it was 69.

PineappleSplash

How did he help him? I never did found out

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