Uploaded June 2023 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
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(Here is the whole Wolf album in clean)
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(The reason why you see updated in the title its because these are newly edited with official instrumentals)
Lyrics
[Chorus 1: Tyler, The Creator]
(Can we talk on the phone or something)
Because when I call (When I call you on the phone)
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Hey Dad, it's me, um...
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I'd be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
"Dad" isn't your name, see "F****t"'s a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any f**ks to spare
You Nigerian f**k, now I'm stuck with this s***ty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs
So you not being near f**king fire-started my damn career
But f**k it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see
A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But sucks you ain't give a f**k and considered a sp**m donor now
F**k is an Okonma? I'm changing my s**t to Haley
And I just ain't being passive, ni**a
You a f**kin' f****t, ni**a
Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't gettin' no passes, ni**a?
But if I ever had the chance to ask this ni**a
And call him
I hope he answer
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
Because when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up)
I'd like to talk to you
(I hope you answer)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
S**k my f**king d**k and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish f**k
And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but f**k it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone 'til November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgia
I'll call her number
But she won't answer
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you)
I hope you answer
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
You claim to hate my f**king guts
But say I'm on a island in Thailand and I was wilding
And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off salt water and f**king coconuts
Phone ain't got no service, this 3G is f**king worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be f**king nervous like me inside of a Church's
But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
The last verse was about this girl, haha
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.
I do not own this. All of this belongs to Tyler, The Creator
Like, Subscribe & Have a Nice Day!!!!!
(Here is the whole Wolf album in clean)
youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1Tx_5tVnHqDZMHUcMgD1QCwzOFHku7dC
(The reason why you see updated in the title its because these are newly edited with official instrumentals)
Lyrics
[Chorus 1: Tyler, The Creator]
(Can we talk on the phone or something)
Because when I call (When I call you on the phone)
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Hey Dad, it's me, um...
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I'd be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
"Dad" isn't your name, see "F****t"'s a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any f**ks to spare
You Nigerian f**k, now I'm stuck with this s***ty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs
So you not being near f**king fire-started my damn career
But f**k it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see
A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But sucks you ain't give a f**k and considered a sp**m donor now
F**k is an Okonma? I'm changing my s**t to Haley
And I just ain't being passive, ni**a
You a f**kin' f****t, ni**a
Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't gettin' no passes, ni**a?
But if I ever had the chance to ask this ni**a
And call him
I hope he answer
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
Because when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up)
I'd like to talk to you
(I hope you answer)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
S**k my f**king d**k and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish f**k
And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but f**k it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone 'til November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgia
I'll call her number
But she won't answer
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you)
I hope you answer
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
You claim to hate my f**king guts
But say I'm on a island in Thailand and I was wilding
And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off salt water and f**king coconuts
Phone ain't got no service, this 3G is f**king worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be f**king nervous like me inside of a Church's
But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
The last verse was about this girl, haha
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.







![Slater (Clean) - Tyler, The Creator (feat. Frank Ocean) (updated)
I do not own this. All of this belongs to Tyler, The Creator
Like, Subscribe & Have a Nice Day!!!!!
(Here is the whole Wolf album in clean)
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1Tx_5tVnHqDZMHUcMgD1QCwzOFHku7dC
(The reason why you see updated in the title its because these are newly edited with official instrumentals)
Lyrics
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D. (Star Trak)
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
S**t (What?), now I kick it in the burbs
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Me? Im from the slums, ni**as who push a ton
Ton of drums, with foul flow, dirty mouth, like kissing bums
Mama done made her one, um, a witty son
With no respect for women, so show me your ti**ies, hun (What?)
You eighteen? Me? Im twenty-somethin
Okay, Im twenty, but Im soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break s**t, it should be fun
Venues are like p**sy with me, Should he come?
Ima wax that like the chapstick in my backpack for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese
A stack of cheese for these rats, um, that mac and cheese
New Preme s**t got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
F**k critics (Hows your d**k?) S**t, hows your knees?
Yall on my d**k more than my index when I take a pee (Damn)
I came up with Rella, aint touch a bag of weed (Word?)
S**t was doper than Whitney Houstons needs
Golf Wang, thats the team to be, ayy
Getting T.U., O.F., indeed
We was missing Sweatshirt, like Wheres the hooded sleeve?
Okay, never mind, we found him, yeah
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
S**t, now I kick it in the burbs
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Guess I win, checks started cashing in
I stop rapping and start asking where my f**king passion is
Probably where that f****t went (Who?) Tyler talking father problems
Shocking s**t, he spit to popping topics in them gossip columns
I aint ask for this, I did it out of boredom
Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom
Now; Yes, PJs, sipping leche
Chips Ahoy, boy, listening to Cowboy, ayy!
Boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy, ayy!
AUS was awes, I enjoyed, boy
Yall ni**as played as a tots toy
Have a good day as I annoy, oi
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Me and Slater just hit a curb
Bunnyhop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D.
Made a couple thousand turds spitting written verbs
S**t, now I kick it in the burbs
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Canons with panorama views
My shoes that seen more vans than Mexicanas
Or cr**kers in Alabama
G-O-to-the-L-F, this OF
I opened up a store so I dont stress
But, ni**a, I (What?), mosh in gardens
Jazz punk s**t, playing chords
Making up s**t, pardon my Dolly Partons
And I keep shartin
Hoodies with rectangles and different colors
Ni**ers think I started kindergarten
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Frank Ocean & Both]
My b***h is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b***h is on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind
My b***h is on my handle bars
I, just, wanna, ride, my bike
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My b***h is on my handle bars (Handle bars)
Hair blowing in the wind (Ooh)
Her freckles look like candy bars (Shit)
My cool summer never ends (Cool)
My b***h is on my handle bars
Yeah (Bars, bars)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Oh my God, seriously? Mister Cool Guy, haha
Youre talking to a f**king bike, loser
Hehe, oh f**k
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for fair use for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. Slater (Clean) - Tyler, The Creator (feat. Frank Ocean) (updated)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ZAa-MsXGnYU/mqdefault.jpg)


