Slow It Down
Tyler The Creator Lyrics


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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

In Tyler the Creator's song "Slow It Down", the rapper discusses his explosive personality that is too much for some people, regardless of their cheerleader pom-poms. Tyler is confident in his abilities and exclusive talents, and he knows it's on when he is in the room. He also mentions Hodgy Beats, who is like limp balm and will make anyone who talks shit cry to their big moms. Tyler acknowledges that haters must be starving, and he makes California Vietnam with his skills, going so far as to embalm his creativity on a CD-ROM.


Line by Line Meaning

We come through throbbing like thunder storms
We arrive with an intensity that shakes things up, like a thunderstorm


Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
We bring so much energy that people start sweating and feeling funky, even in areas like their underarms that don't usually get wet


I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs
My music has so much power that it might be too much for some people's ears to handle, like a bomb exploding


With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on
By having the exclusive on this channel, I know that things are really about to get wild


Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
Some people get so worked up and expressive about being angry that they're like cheerleaders throwing their pom-poms in agitation


Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
People who disrespect me can go do something lewd, like sucking a dick, and then go spend their time at salons pampering themselves


Hodgy Beats is like limp balm
Hodgy Beats doesn't have the same energy and vitality that I do, it's more calming like a balm


If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms
If someone talks badly about me or acts tough, I'll make them cry and tattle to their mother


I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
I have charismatic energy, and people gravitate towards me and my big personality


Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam
My success is so great that it seems like people who hate me are starving for attention, and my influence is wide-reaching like the Vietnam War in California


And I'm going to embalm my creativity
I'm going to preserve and protect my creative talents, like embalming a body


Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on
I'll put my creativity onto a CD-ROM, so others can experience the same energy and excitement I feel


Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla
I'm wearing a flashy pink outfit, like Michael Jackson's iconic Thriller jacket


My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
My t-shirts are so expensive and high-quality that they're on par with luxury swimsuits, and I'm wearing a gorilla design


You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
Other rappers and people trying to be cool are all fake and overhyped, like someone drinking a cup of a fake sugar substitute


But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I'm not fake or overhyped, I'm the real deal and I consume everything in a hearty and genuine way


I'm never the winner, always the loser
I often feel like an outsider or a loser, despite my success


I don't choose to win, but I will choose her
I don't necessarily favor being a winner, but I choose to pursue certain women or relationships


Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
My partner and I have a playful and affectionate sexual relationship


I never use a fork I always spoon her
I approach intimacy in a gentle and intimate way, like using a spoon instead of a fork


Go nuts, instrumental flow much
I'm getting into a wild and free-flowing mode, with my instrumental accompaniment enhancing my vibe


European model white bitch is eating donuts
An attractive white woman is indulging in something lowbrow and silly, like eating donuts


Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch
I'm being aggressive and rude to others, while also embracing and profiting from unconventional and non-normative relationships


Making shit come like I'm go-go gadget
I'm having sex with the same high-energy and over-the-top enthusiasm as a cartoon character with gadgets built in


I'm mental, it's instrumental
I'm being crazy and intense, and my music's instrumentals enhance that intensity


Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
I'm causing emotional and physical distress to people's romantic partners so severe that their therapists will want to document the damage


And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils
I hope my music motivates you to be creative and aggressive, even to the point of being violent


Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
A playful and silly greeting, with a reference to two sweet treats


You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers
I'm tough and ruthless, willing to even intimidate people's teachers if they're not successful


I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
I'm so outrageous that even people of different religions and beliefs are affected by my music


I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
A boastful comment about a sexual relationship, with a reference to a famous talk show host and his sidekick


Found Alicia, now she keyless
I've had sexual encounters with several women, and now one of them is no longer exclusive or 'locked' into me


Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless
I'm not showing emotions or vulnerability, and have lost some of the 'warmth' that comes from being happy or satisfied


Murdered every bod from my squad
I've outperformed my peers and colleagues, metaphorically killing everyone in my circle


So technically, now I'm teamless, O.F. is so prestigious
I don't feel any need to compete with my colleagues or belong to a group, but still appreciate the status and reputation of my collective, Odd Future




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

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