Analog (Featuring Hodgy Beats) - Tyler, The Creator

I can grab the fireworks

And soda all the cookies we can eat

Make you nauseous but be cautious this is not dawsons

creek

We could sneak away, fuck it, you can bring a eighth

Im not gon smoke but im just asking baby could you meet

by the lake

Bring a towel, baby, meet by the lake

Bathing suit is going down

We can count the shooting stars

Summer never has to end, with me

Imma give it to her she want that summertime,

Imma give it like no other kind, she knows im hers

And damn right shes mine, we both know it so when we

separate everythings fine.

Her phone ringing in her purse, damn right its me,

Im her nigga nigga, come for mines in summertime Ima

bust that trigga nigga,

Catch us venice beachin cause she wanna go shoppin,

Sundown at the club cause she like to get it poppin,

Sangria on my freedminds cause she like to get it poppin,

No ecstasy for her, but she wanna get it poppin,

Drop toppin in I measure her pleasure and then I drop in,

When she get out of place I quantanize, she is my concubine,

I am her porky pine, I poke her face, her throat for taste, give

me head like im in her mind, I

know her analyzation so when she try to fake, summer time

in the boat of love, meet me by the lake.

I packed a couple sandwiches inside that basket

And brought some extra towels if anyone was asking

We should take a dip, in that lake quick

And then we split, then do something that's beyond what we

both can imagine

Watch the sunset we can watch the sunset there goes a

rainbow