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Could Tyler The Creator be following in the footsteps of his good buddy Frank Ocean, and officially coming out of the closet? If some telling lyrics from his new album are to be taken seriously, then yes!
The rapper previously teased in a tweet from 2015 that he was into guys, but due to his comedic humor, that tweet went unnoticed and looked at as a joke.
I TRIED TO COME OUT THE DAMN CLOSET LIKE FOUR DAYS AGO AND NO ONE CARED HAHAHHAHAHA
— Tyler, The Creator (@tylerthecreator) April 13, 2015
Well now according to reports, his new album has lyrics where he raps about being in love with other men, and coming to terms with his sexuality. The song is titled ‘Garden Shed‘ and reportedly features Estelle on the hook.
via XXL:
The most blatant evidence seems to be on “I Ain’t Got Time,” where he raps that he’s “been kissing white boys since 2004.” Later on in the album, on “Garden Shed,” the California rapper spits rhymes that seem to discuss the struggle of coming out.
“Them feelings I was guardin’, heavy on my mind/All my friends lost, they couldn’t read the signs/I didn’t wanna talk and tell ’em my location, and they ain’t wanna walk/Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase, Thought it’d be like the Frank; poof, gone, but, it’s still goin’ on,” Tyler raps on the track.
Get into the reported lyrics below to analyze yourself.
[Chorus: Estelle]
Don’t kill the rose
Boy, it could move
Love every flower
Out the cocoon
[Verse 1]
You don’t have to hide
I can smell it in your eyes
That there’s something more to say
Them words
(Damn, run it back)
[Bridge: Estelle]
If I could, if I could
If you could
Find the words to say
(Find the words to say
Find the words)
Shed
[Chorus: Estelle]
Don’t kill the rose
Boy, it could move
Love every flower
Out the cocoon
[Verse 2]
Ayo
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
For the garden
That is what I was hiding
That is what love I was I in
Ain’t no reason to pretend
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
Garden shed for the garcons
Them feelings I was guarding
Heavy on my mind
All my friends lost
They couldn’t read the signs
I didn’t wanna talk and tell em’ my location
And I didn’t wanna walk
Truth is, since you kid, I thought it was a phase
Thought it would be like the Frank poof, gone
But, it’s still going on
Big fan of the base 10
Polk a dot nose how it goes
Had to keep it on the subwoofer
A couple butterflies when I float
I was always like ehhh
Barely interested, but I went to my boys like bruh
This is a crucial subject matter
Sensitive like cooking batter
‘Till the temperature that’s rising
Stepping on that ladder
Tryna grab the rings of Saturn
I’m a plant it by the time you hear this
Chittin’ chatter bout to heat it
It will not fucking matter
