SIR BAUDELAIRE
Tyler The Creator Lyrics


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The sun beamin'
Y'all ready?
Ayo (DJ the father)
It's T, baby
I don't think you're ready
Wolf Haley, Bunnyhop, yo
I must say, I'm glad you found your way here
Yo, cookie crumbs in the Rolls, jet fuel scented vest
Swim trunks in the trunk, Geneva water the best (the best)
The passport lookin' thick, the afro need a pick
My skin soak up the sun, ain't shakin' hands with you bums (nah)
Bunny hopper, the new car doors, they lift open (Woo)
The lake water dry off at the French Open (ayy)
I rub it in these niggas' faces like thick lotion
That big B is in motion, huh (Gangsta Grillz)
Cool peach cobbler, dude, spit like a llama do
Used to be reckless, used to see what them commas do
New le Fleur season, summer time look like private school
Keep it low, don't want that shit to blow like Osama shoe
I'm a true connoisseur, hotel concierge
Know me as that spaced-out nigga with the chunky airs
UFC, that shit swole up, that's VVS, keep Vic safe
That's a mansion on that USB, it's T, yeah

I hope you niggas been spendin' your time wisely
Call me if you get lost, baby
As you can tell, we have (haha)
This shit for the sun seekers (we got them bikes on the tarmacs)
Welcome to the disco (hittin' wheelies and shit)
Call me if you get lost (perfume on the skin, ha)
Hahaha

Call me if you want
See, while y'all was in the house (call me if you want)
We was takin' Rolls Royces to go see alligators
DJ Drama, man (call me if you want)
Travelin' the world




Passport stamped up up
It's Tyler Baudelaire, nigga

Overall Meaning

In Tyler the Creator's song SIR BAUDELAIRE, the lyrics are meant to convey the extravagant and luxurious lifestyle of the rapper. He starts off talking about the sun shining and sets the tone for the rest of the song. With Bunnyhop's beats playing in the background, Tyler raps about his experiences with opulence, from cookie crumbs in the Rolls and swim trunks in the trunk, to the thick passport and afro that needs pick. The scent of jet fuel on his vest and the best Geneva water are other luxuries that he mentions.


In the middle of the song, Tyler talks about his wealth and fame, boasting about the new car doors that lift open, rubbing his wealth in people's faces like lotion, and keeping it low like Osama's shoe to avoid attracting unwanted attention. Tyler's references to connoisseurship and his knowledge of hotel concierges serve to illustrate his comfort in this world, as these objects add to his overall enjoyment. Additionally, the "call me if you get lost" refrain suggests that Tyler is enjoying his time in the sun, and he invites his listeners to join him in his luxurious lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

The sun beamin'
The mood is high and sets the tone for the song.


Y'all ready?
Are you prepared for Tyler's upcoming flow?


Ayo (DJ the father)
DJ Drama is introducing Tyler.


It's T, baby
Tyler the Creator is now entering the scene.


I don't think you're ready
Tyler expresses doubt that his listeners can handle what's to come.


Wolf Haley, Bunnyhop, yo
Tyler calls out his pseudonyms and aliases to let you know it's him.


I must say, I'm glad you found your way here
Tyler is happy you're here to listen to what he has to say.


Yo, cookie crumbs in the Rolls, jet fuel scented vest
Tyler is living the lavish life, with cookie crumbs in his fancy car and a vest that smells like jet fuel.


Swim trunks in the trunk, Geneva water the best (the best)
Tyler is always prepared with swim trunks in his car and praises the water from Geneva.


The passport lookin' thick, the afro need a pick
Tyler's passport is filled with stamps from his many travels, and he admits his afro needs a good comb.


My skin soak up the sun, ain't shakin' hands with you bums (nah)
Tyler is enjoying the sun's warmth, but he won't bother shaking hands with average people.


Bunny hopper, the new car doors, they lift open (Woo)
Tyler is showing off his new car doors that lift upwards like wings.


The lake water dry off at the French Open (ayy)
Tyler is able to dry off in the hot sun while watching tennis at the French Open.


I rub it in these niggas' faces like thick lotion
Tyler brags about his success and rubs it in other people's faces just like thick lotion.


That big B is in motion, huh (Gangsta Grillz)
Tyler's clique, including DJ Drama, are turning up the party and making moves with their success.


Cool peach cobbler, dude, spit like a llama do
Tyler thinks he is as cool as a peach cobbler and can rap like a llama.


Used to be reckless, used to see what them commas do
Tyler reflects on his behavior in the past and how he used to do anything for money.


New le Fleur season, summer time look like private school
Tyler is wearing his own line of sneakers and feels like he's back in private school during summertime.


Keep it low, don't want that shit to blow like Osama shoe
Tyler keeps things under the radar so it won't blow up and become a big problem, just like Bin Laden's shoes were found and caused a stir.


I'm a true connoisseur, hotel concierge
Tyler sees himself as a true expert and is well-known to hotel staff and concierges.


Know me as that spaced-out n***a with the chunky airs
Tyler thinks people see him as spaced-out and recognize him for his chunky sneakers.


UFC, that shit swole up, that's VVS, keep Vic safe
Tyler's personal security, Vic, is keeping him and everyone around him safe like a bodyguard.


That's a mansion on that USB, it's T, yeah
Tyler warns people that he's got a lot of wealth on his USB drive and introduces himself again.


I hope you niggas been spendin' your time wisely
Tyler hopes that his listeners have been using their time wisely and not wasting it on frivolous things.


Call me if you get lost, baby
Tyler tells his audience to call him if they need guidance or help.


As you can tell, we have (haha)
Tyler hints that there's more content to come and laughs about it.


This shit for the sun seekers (we got them bikes on the tarmacs)
The song is dedicated to those who seek warmth and fun, just like when Tyler is riding his bike on airport runways.


Welcome to the disco (hittin' wheelies and shit)
Tyler welcomes his listeners to the party, where people are doing wheelies and having fun.


Call me if you get lost (perfume on the skin, ha)
Tyler reminds people to call him if they need help, and jokes about how good he smells.


Hahaha
Tyler chuckles to himself, as he thinks about how he's got it all.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Billy Cobham, Tyler Okonma

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@olyvia5076

The sun beamin'
Y'all ready?
Ayo (DJ the fuck-)
It's T, baby (it's DJ the fuck-)
I don't think you're ready
Wolf Haley, Bunnyhop, yo
I must say, (yo) I'm glad you found your way here (yo)
Cookie crumbs in the rolls (rolls), jet fuel scented vest (vyoom)
Swim trunks in the trunks, Geneva water the best (the best, yeah)
The passport lookin' thick, the afro need a pick
My skin soak up the sun, ain't shakin' hands with you bums (nah)
Bunny Hopper, the new car doors, they lift open (woo)
The lake water, dry off at the French Open (ayy)
I rub it in these niggas' faces like thick lotion
That big B is in motion, uh (Gangsta Grillz)
The coral peach cobbler, dude, spit like a llama do
Used to be reckless, you should see what them commas do
New le FLEUR* season, summer time, look like private school
Keep it low, don't want that shit to blow like Osama shoe
I'm a true connoisseur, hotel concierge
Know me as that spaced out nigga with the chunky ears
UFC, that shit swole up, that's VVS, keep Vic safe
That's a mansion on that USB, it's T
Yeah
I hope you niggas been spendin' your time wisely
Call me if you get lost, baby
As you can tell, we have (haha)
This shit for the sunseekers
Got the bikes on the tarmac
Welcome to the disco
Hittin' wheelies and shit
Call me if you get lost
Perfume on the skin, ha (hahaha)
Call me if you lost
See, while y'all was in the house (call me if you lost)
We was takin' Rolls Royces to go see alligators
DJ Drama, man (call me if you lost)
Travelin' the world
Passport stamped up (call me)
It's Tyler Baudelaire, nigga



All comments from YouTube:

@Mateus505

i hope he gets his brown sugar salmon by the end of the album

@rack2k325

https://youtu.be/xl3VArYU2T8 . ...... .

@iceflood3779

Matheus tem bom gosto

@sebastiaodeluna377

brown sugar é uma metafora para condição humana mano

@hans69sla73

Kkkkkkkkk oque VC tá fazendo aqui

@vitormr8

bom dia vietna

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@zino618

I love how Tyler doesn’t really try his hardest for his songs to sound “mainstream”, he just puts out what he likes and feels, that’s was a true artist does

@crazytigerspy9420

Uhh have you heard flower boy or Igor???

@vigilantslacker6039

@@crazytigerspy9420 you’re saying that like it points out what he said was wrong.

@crazytigerspy9420

@@vigilantslacker6039 those albums are literally generic mainstream albums he’s trying his hardest there to get that mainstream sound lol

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