Tamale
Tyler The Creator feat. Coco O & Erykah Badu Lyrics
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They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Now, turn that snare down
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like "you're going to jail now!"
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Yes I can sir
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
I'm a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I'm badder than my B.O.
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Why y'all so salty
I do molly and zone
Can't agree, bitch I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing like
The lyrics of Tamale by Tyler The Creator feat. Coco O & Erykah Badu are a mix of braggadocio, vulgarity, and wordplay. The song starts with a repetition of the word “Tamale” and then Tyler goes on to address the criticism he received for “calming down” in his previous album. He challenges his critics to “lick his dick” and “smell his gooch”. Tyler makes several sexual references and uses offensive language throughout the song. The chorus repeats the lines “Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone, can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone” which could be interpreted as Tyler’s way of saying that he doesn't care what people think of him or his music and that he will keep doing what he wants to do.
The second verse consists of several random phrases strung together with little coherence. Tyler talks about “Bands make her dance”, “Tony Parker’s vision”, and “Bimmer, e46”. He also uses a comparison of his urethra to “an obese snack on Aretha”. The bridge has Tyler asking nonsensical questions like “How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?” and “How many fags can a light bulb screw?”. The song ends with Tyler describing a masturbatory experience and how embarrassed he feels when he is caught by his manager Clancy.
Overall, the lyrics of Tamale are a mix of Tyler The Creator's signature wordplay and shock value. The song is meant to be confrontational and in-your-face, with Tyler challenging his listeners to question their own ideas about art and acceptability.
Line by Line Meaning
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Excited proclamation of the song title
They say I've calmed down since the last album
People say I'm not as wild as before
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
I don't care what they say, give me oral sex
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
I don't care about being vulgar and disrespectful
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
I don't have any shame or decency
Somebody said bands make her dance
Someone said that money makes women dance for them
You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb
You are foolish if you think you're getting money
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
You'll only receive sexual gratification from me
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam, (Where the drums at?)
I am enjoying this song and want to hear it louder, drums included
Here, take a goddamn picture
I want to capture and remember this moment
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
Insulting a famous director, possibly for his racial identity
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
Asking for lotion for masturbation purposes
And fapping and Xbox live, that fun
Masturbating and playing video games are enjoyable activities
Before I come, I'm calling your sister
I will contact your sister before having an orgasm
When she comes over, I take picture
I will take a picture of her when she visits
Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned
I will share the picture on social media and physically harm her if I get in trouble
Why y'all so salty, I do molly and zone
Why do you seem upset? I am taking drugs to enhance my mood
Can't agree bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone
I am confident in my rebellious and edgy persona
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
I want a specific musical element in the song to be repeated
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
Acknowledging someone's talent or perspective
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing
If he is upset by my indirect insult
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
I am surrounded by loyal followers
Tryna get a Bimmer, e46
Trying to acquire a specific car brand and model
Have you heard 48, motherfucka I'm great
Boasting about my own musical talent
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
A brand name is frequently displayed on my clothing
From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
I obtained the clothing from Justin Bieber and marijuana consumption is involved
Fuck I look like, got a new bike tire
I don't care about trivial things like bike tires
Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke
I am sexually vulgar and disrespectful
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls
I pretend to not care about things, but I do care and act impulsively
And I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease!)
Describing a violent sexual act and dismissing the potential consequences
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Describing a body part
Bigger than an obese snack on Aretha
Comparing the size of a body part to a specific person or object
Now, turn that snare down
Adjusting the sound levels of an instrument in the song
I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Comparing myself to a historical figure known for advocating for civil rights
Like "you're going to jail now!"
Referencing an instance of authority figures punishing activists
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
Reciting a nonsense phrase
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Asking a rhetorical question about the fictional animal's attitude
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions, (Can you kick it?)
Using vulgar language and dismissing criticism
Yes I can sir
Agreeing to a request or statement
Where the lump is sicker than the last bar bold-er
Describing a song's style and quality
I’m a C.O. Colorado, fuck Michael bitch I’m badder than my B.O.
Promoting oneself as superior to someone else and listing a job or location of origin
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Describing a situation where dancing is taking place despite illness
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
Worrying about losing possessions or status
Yeah buddy, na na na na na na na
An interjection expressing enthusiasm
Golf wang, golf wang, go fuck you, na na na na na na
Repeating a brand name and swearing at the listener
How many fags can a light bulb screw?
Asking a nonsensical, homophobic question
Well if I has a dick, they be two's and sixes
Providing an answer to the previous question
And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit
Addressing the National Rifle Association and expressing anger
Shoot through Wayne Lapierre's hair with a crucifix
Making a violent, sacrilegious statement directed at the NRA's Vice President
How many ladies in the house?
Asking how many women are present
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
Asking how many women are present who are not in relationships with wealthy men
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Admitting to using hand lotion for masturbation
Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood
Expressing concern over getting caught while masturbating
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fit suits me
Referring to a pornographic website and saying that dryness is preferable
Up and down, friction with the sound, shit's kind of disgusting
Describing the physical act of masturbation and acknowledging its unpleasantness
Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
Using internet slang for masturbation, then describing getting caught by someone else
This shit's so damn embarrassing like
Admitting to feeling ashamed about the situation
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Written by: Tyler Okonma
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