Wild Thoughts & No Limits
Tyler, The Creator

Verse 1:
Yeah, I’m slippin’ through the cracks just like that
Got a girl on my mind, she’s a snack and a half
Whippin’ in the kitchen, gotta whip up a plan,
Got her cookin' up dreams with a pinch of my hands.

Pre-Chorus:
And she’s saucy like the ketchup when I’m in the zone,
Gotta keep it fresh, baby, you know I’m never alone.
Got that spicy attitude, she’s a fire with the flow,
But don’t get it twisted, she’s a diamond under the glow.

Chorus:
Wild thoughts, yeah, we playin’ with fire,
In the booth, we igniting that desire.
Her curves got me lost like I’m lost in a maze,
Can’t stop, won’t stop, baby, it’s a wild craze.

Verse 2:
My car’s a spaceship, take me to Mars,
She’s the star of the show, but I’m raisin’ the bar.
Double entendres, pulled from the deep,
Like a chef in the kitchen, baby, watch how I steep.

Pre-Chorus:
She’s as sweet as dessert, and I’m hungry for more,
We mix it like cocktails, don’t you open that door.
Unravel like puzzles, we get deeper and twisted,
But she knows I’m a player, baby, that’s just how I’ve existed.

Chorus:
Wild thoughts, yeah, we playin’ with fire,
In the booth, we igniting that desire.
Her curves got me lost like I’m lost in a maze,
Can’t stop, won’t stop, baby, it’s a wild craze.

Bridge:
Peep the scene, I’m the director of the show,
Lights, camera, action, let the raunchiness flow.
Got that funk in the back like a secret allure,
The beats drop heavy, but my game stays pure.

Verse 3:
We dance like fools, got no shame in the hustle,
Lift her up like weights, yeah, we flexin’ the muscle.
Life’s a comedy, but the punchlines ain’t shallow,
And if she’s feeling raunchy, then we’ll ride like a chariot.

Chorus:
Wild thoughts, yeah, we playin’ with fire,
In the booth, we igniting that desire.
Her curves got me lost like I’m lost in a maze,
Can’t stop, won’t stop, baby, it’s a wild craze.

Outro:
So let’s keep it spicy, with a dash of surprise,
Laughing through the night, with the stars in our eyes.
This wild little ride is just us breaking free,
Raunchy and reflective, that’s the recipe, you see?