Letra da Música November de Tyler, The Creator

Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

Take me back to november
Take me back to november
Hawaiian shirts in the winter
Cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to november, wassup
Can we go back to november?
Take me back to november
Hawaiian shirts in the winter
Deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to november, wassup

What if clancy fuckin' me over?
What if 'who dat boy'
Is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I'm hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain't payin' my taxes?
Fillin' his pockets
And irs show up asking me questions
I couldn't answer 'cause
I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain't got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I'm only known for tweets
More than beats or
All my day ones turn to three
Fours cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable?
I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all
And ended up back in ladera
At them shitty apartments
That's across the bank of america
Damn, I would be hurtin'
Writing all of these songs
Cause wi-fi wasn't working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five seven figures since then
Life's kinda perfect
Oh is it really? oh is it really?
Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly
Hold that billy how I milly rock
When they can't relate him
When they start to hate him
They don't drive these cars
So whats they ultimatum?
Tell me, what's your november? is it a person?
Mine was the summer '06, I remember the
What if I thought the brake was the gas?
What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

And drive back to november
Take me back to november
Hawaiian shirts in the winter
Cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to november, wassup
Can we go back to november?
Take me back to november
Hawaiian shirts in the winter
Deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to november, wassup

My november was those odd future sundays
Where we used to just skate all day
My november was performing with lil wayne
My november was awesome
I booked my first feature film
My november was when my brother
Took me to first concert ever
My november was summer 2015
When I fell in love with someone
Who fucked my whole world up
Showed me life through a different
2014 Miami 43rd street, everyday was november

Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain't doin' fine, lost my mothafuckin' mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to november
This I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to november
This I know
"my november is right now"

I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
I consider my heart rate
Has slowed down at the ending
Cause the love I got for you
Has exceeded appearance, the lyrics
Matter of fact, I'mma just call you
So you can hear it
If you do answer, I play it to state facts
Although I already know
The response you gon' say back
At that point I'll hang up
Disappear and just stay back
And if you don't I'll leave
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