Her
Tyler the Creator Lyrics

Oh I don't need the metronome bro
I don't need any help keeping time because I have this girl on my mind

(It's this girl)
I'm talking about a girl I really like

She lives next door, to the store that I loiter at
The girl I like lives near the store where I hang out

We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy
She opens up to me about her relationship problems

And if we text I get pissed when I get no reply
If she doesn't respond to my text messages, I get angry

I know that she's the key to love
I believe she is the one I am meant to be with

She is who I'm thinking of when I am beating Richard up
I think of her when I have sexual fantasies

To mental images her face look
I imagine her face in my head

The closest that I got is when I'm poking her on Facebook
The most intimate interaction we have is when we message each other on Facebook

Video chats are so exciting
Talking to her through video chat is a thrilling experience

Cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy
Through video chat, she is letting me into her private world

I'm getting gassed up, I think she's liking me
I'm feeling confident that she might feel the same way about me

She's gullible and I just wanna take it like a pirate
I think she is easily fooled and I want to take advantage of that

I see her in class
I see her when we're both in school

Not really two doors down but in anytime that I pass
Although she doesn't literally live two doors down from me, I see her often

To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall
When I'm in the bathroom, I imagine us making out in the hallway

Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick
In my imagination, we're being intimate in public

My left hand on her tits, oh my shit's getting hard
The thought of touching her like that turns me on

From thoughts of dating this bitch
Just thinking about being in a relationship with her gives me a boner

Her name is my passwords, fuck
I care about her so much that her name is in my passwords

All my niggas got they bitches and stuff
All of my friends are in relationships

But all the bitches they fuck, are known as bitches and sluts
My friends only sleep with girls they don't respect

But she special, I know to y'all I come off as rough
She is different and I know I come across as tough

But I'm the nicest to her, and I just want to concur
I treat her better than anyone else and I want to be in a relationship with her

A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies
I want to go on romantic, classic dates like going to the movies

And stupid walks on the beach, and sharing straws in a cup
I want to do cliche and corny things together like walking on the beach and sharing drinks

I never had that, so when we holding hands walking home
I've never experienced those romantic things, so holding her hand on the way home is special to me

I look past that, the fact that she's fucking guys that I hate
I try not to think about her being with other men, even men I dislike

But, things are looking great cut copy
Despite that, I feel good about how things are going

Last time we talk she said that her relationship was Rocky (Action)
The last time we talked, she said her current relationship was unstable

Now that Mr. Fag is gone, there's no one that can stop me
Since her previous partner is out of the picture, I feel like I have a chance with her

From bagging her, I got these tickets to the Roxy
I'm excited to take her out to a concert

Next day metro's taking me home
I'm taking the train home the next day

I see her in a car at Wendy's, but she's not alone
I see her with another man in a fast food parking lot

Who's that guy? Wait, why the fuck he 'bout to kiss her?
I'm frustrated and confused by her being intimate with someone else

Come to find out she got back with her nigga, damn, fuck
Later on I discover that she got back together with her ex-boyfriend

She's so pretty, fuck self pity, I feel so shitty
She's beautiful and I feel awful for feeling sorry for myself

I wanna text her in a jealous rage
I want to angrily confront her about being with someone else

But if she reply to say anything, I'ma smile I know
If she responds to my message, I'll be happy regardless of what she says

What do I do with myself, sit in my room for some days
I don't know how to cope with my emotions so I isolate myself

Play Xbox and piles full of wet socks? Fuck that
I don't want to distract myself with video games and dirty laundry anymore

My nigga ask, "Ace, what happened to such and such?"
My friend asks what happened with the girl I was pursuing

I could smother her name, and then tell him I probably fucked
I could lie and pretend I slept with her

Or I could tell him the truth, and just say she ain't like me much
I could be truthful and admit she wasn't interested in me

But instead I lie and say she moved to Nebraska
I choose to make up a fake story and say she left town