Songtexte Judge Judy - Tyler, The Creator

I met this girl named Judy at the cafe 'round
My way
Her breasts were near her chest and she had Curls that hid her face
Her legs were Eiffel Tower
I could tell her daddy black
Peanut butter jelly toasted in her lap
We chop and chop it up
I like the thoughts and time had flew
She said she had no plans and asked me
What i'm boutta do
I stuffed us in the Fanum and wiggled through The streets
She said she never do this but she
Think that i'm sweet

So I won't Judge Judy
No I won't Judge Judy
We end up at my home
We dance around and make some sweets
We started swapping spit and she got on top
Of me
I ask her what she into
She told me lead the way (I'm into)
Body rubs, bondage, and cream-pies
We could play around in public any cum is now A fetish I imagine
Flend for foot massages, giving oral is my Passion
You could ride my face, I don't want nothing in Return
Your body count and who you fuck is not my Concern
Cuz I don't Judge Judy
So I don't Judge Judy
No I don't Judge Judy
No I don't Judge Judy

(She's just like me)

She like rope
My hands around her throat
Couple guys, make her feel alive
She had a free spirit, y'know?
And she was great with women
Exhibitionist
I lean voyeur, so, it worked out
Our frequencies matched
No pressure, just, just
She wrote me a letter

Sorry that i haven't been communicating Much
This past year has been rough
It spreaded to my head
I knew it when we met, if you're reading it's too Late
I'm on the other side, but I just wanna say
Thank you for the moments I could grab before I left
I hope you live your life
Your truest self with no regrets
I wasn't living right until they told me what was Left
Im wishing you the best, p.s, thank you for not Judging Judy

(Damn.)