Sarah
Tyler the Creator Lyrics


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I like my girls skinny with brains
I like my hoodies fucked with lame
I like my friends imaginary with no names
And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame
Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
Tried to find ammo but it's none around town
So I went down south but I ended up north
Uptown sitting on cloud 9's white porch
And of course, my car's off course
You're so white, my blinkers don't work
I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you
Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce
You make a nigga sing songs nice
You make a nigga's night turn day
And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello
I want to eat you out like jello
And mess with your body like the bass and the cello
And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no)
Fuck (shit) and another one, there goes another one

Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe cupid won't miss

Maybe? (no) maybe? (Sorry) maybe? (I got a date) maybe (wheres your dad?)

I like her l-i-k-e, the only difference is she won't fuck with me
But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of x's and o's
I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement
Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Tyler, what you doing?
Shut the fuck up!
Uh umm
You gon' fuckin' love me bitch
Uhh
Or I'ma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek
In private, not public in the streets
And your cupcake how we eat and your toes
Cause I got a big fetish with the feet
I just want somebody I can see
You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me
I'm serious (i love you) I don't ask for much
Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch
Now this shit is turning to a habit
I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way
And truthfully girl you really make my day
I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay
And I can't even look the other way
Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive
L-o-l laughing, you're a gold oscar and I'm just actin'
And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, (help me! Help me!) Sarah

Another love song about shit
And I'll be rich if I get another diss
And maybe cupid won't miss

Half your body laying on my chest
The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast
And I'm a just take another guess
Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately
Shit, I don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck
Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy
Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody
And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy




Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?
What did you want from me? What did you want from me?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tyler The Creator/Mike G's "Sarah" seem to be a mixed bag of emotions about love, fame, and relationships. The rapper expresses his liking of skinny girls with brains, imaginary friends with no names, and music without the intention of fame. He speaks about his struggle to find love ammo but ends up sitting on Cloud 9's white porch, away from his friends and car, which is off course. Tyler tries to convince Sarah that she should be with him rather than that "vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's". He has a fetish for feet and confesses that he loves Sarah so much that he would probably kill himself if she were gay.


The lyrics, however, become more disturbing towards the end, with Tyler talking about keeping Sarah's body in his basement and having his way with her. It is unclear whether this is a fantasy or if he is actually talking about murder. The tone becomes psychotic with Tyler rapping about having sex with Sarah's dead body.


The song itself is a mix of Tyler The Creator's signature horrorcore sound with lo-fi music. It was released on Mike G's 2011 album, "Ali", and stands out as Tyler's standout verse. The song has not been officially released on any of Tyler's studio albums, but it gained popularity through social media and internet forums.


Line by Line Meaning

I like my girls skinny with brains
I'm attracted to intelligent girls who are thin


I like my hoodies fucked with Lame
I like to customize my hoodies with graphics or slogans that are unconventional


I like my friends imaginary with no names
I prefer being alone rather than being friends with people who are fake or unreliable


And I make music for the fuck of it, no fame
I make music because it brings me joy and not for the sake of fame


Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
Love can be painful and unpredictable like a gunshot


Tried to find ammo but it's none around town
There's not enough love in the world to cure the pain he's feeling


So I went Down South but I ended up North
I tried to find a change of scenery to improve my situation but it did not work out


Uptown sitting on Cloud 9's white porch
I'm feeling great and happy


And of course, my car's off course
My life is off track and chaotic


You're so white, my blinkers don't work
You are so pure and different that you disrupt the chaos in my life


I'm trying to let the force be with you, I get you
I understand and support you completely


Music is my first, but I contemplate divorce
Even though I love music, I often think about quitting it because of difficulties I face


You make a nigga sing songs nice
You bring out a different, better side of me


You make a nigga's night turn day
You make me so happy that I feel like day even in the darkest hours


And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow
You bring color and joy to everything around you


It sucks that I didn't get the chance to say hello
I wish that I had a chance to know you better


I want to eat you out like jello
I want to pleasure you sexually


And mess with your body like the bass and the cello
I want to explore your body like an instrument


And tell your mom I said hello, you want to go to prom? (Nigga hell no)
I want to show respect to your family but I do not want a relationship of that kind with you


Fuck (Shit) and another one, there goes another one
Another love song that did not work out, getting tired of trying again and again


I'll be rich if I get another diss
If I make another failed love song, I'll be famous and rich


And maybe Cupid won't miss
Maybe I'll finally find true love this time


I like her L-I-K-E, the only difference is she won't fuck with me
I like her but she doesn't reciprocate my feelings, only difference is spelling of like or LIKe


But she will fuck with that vegetable with the hairs full of X's and O's
She is interested in someone else who is a vegetarian with X's and O's in their appearance


I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement
I have violent fantasies about taking control over her life


Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went
I want to keep her hidden from everyone else and do whatever I want to her


Tyler, what you doing?
Someone interrupts his disturbing thoughts and actions


Shut the fuck up!
He is angry and tells the other person to be quiet


You gon' fuckin' love me bitch
You will love me or suffer the consequences


Or I'ma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head
I will use violence if necessary to get what I want


But all I really want is a kiss on the cheek
All I truly desire is an innocent expression of affection


In private, not public in the streets
I prefer intimacy over public recognition


And your cupcake how we eat and your toes
I am attracted to her in every single way, even in her toes


Cause I got a big fetish with the feet
He has a strong sexual fetish for feet


You can be a gold digger, you ain't got to love me
You can be with me just for my money and fame


I'm serious (I love you) I don't ask for much
I am serious about my love for her, but I don't demand too much from her


Your heart literally is what I do want for lunch
I want her heart in a literal sense, to consume it


Now this shit is turning to a habit
This pattern of destructive behavior is becoming a recurring habit


I'm the burger king, I gotta have it my way
I want everything to go my way, like the Burger King motto


And truthfully girl you really make my day
She brings joy into his life


I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay
His love for her is so intense that he would feel suicidal if she revealed she was not interested in men


And I can't even look the other way
He can't ignore his feelings for her, even if he wanted to


Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive
He is drawn towards her energy and personality


L-O-L laughing, you're a gold Oscar and I'm just actin'
He finds her impressive and she shines like a gold Oscar, while he feels like just an actor in comparison


And I want your cinema hole, and have our kids play supporting role
He wants to be intimate with her and start a family


Climbing up the pole, Jack and the Beanstalk, bitch it's gold
He wants to achieve great heights with her like Jack in Jack and the Beanstalk story, and it will be worth gold


And I was in loath, I would never get over you, ever, Sarah
He hates himself for loving her so much because he knows it's never going to work out


Half your body laying on my chest
He has killed her and is holding her corpse


The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast
He has consumed parts of her body


And I'm a just take another guess
He is making light of his disturbing actions


Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes
If she had accepted his affections, he wouldn't have killed her


Am I crazy? Maybe, but fucked up is how I been lately
He acknowledges that his behavior is abnormal and unwell


Shit, I don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck
He does not care about the consequences of his heinous actions


Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy
He sees himself as a victim and her as a perpetrator


Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody
He is proud of his ownership over her and uses vulgar language to emphasize it


And I'm fucking your dead body, your coochie all cummy
He is having sex with her corpse


Looking in your dead eyes, what the fuck you want from me?
He is delusional and trying to justify his horrific actions, projecting his own desires onto her


What did you want from me? What did you want from me?
He is trying to shift blame and responsibility for his actions onto her and her desires




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Written by: Tyler Okonma

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