Awkward Tyler, The Creator

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
I was sixteen when we first laid eyes
Scrawny little fucker, yeah, I was that guy
And you was down for the weekend, I was down for the greetings
And you eyes the same color shit that Jasper be chiefing
Couple freckles on your noses, roses made you blush
Gentleman, I was, like I wasn't tryna fuck
But it was my first official date so I was stuck, like
It was past curfew, and we was at the Grove
And it was raining, and I had to be home
And then you grab my hand, talking about tryna get home safe or something
All I remember was your motherfucking face

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
I play in your hair as you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now it's awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I'm floating in air
Can't believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
You gotta a nigga sprung, whenever I'm holding your hand and
Making eye contact, I feel like the damn man
'Cause even though I am and get round of applauses
I'm insecure and start to think that I do not stand chance
But, moments, wish that I can own it or lease it or clone it
'Cause holding your fingertips is golden
I fucking love you, now treat my palms like a bowling ball and
Grip and keep holding on, girl