“Take Your Mask Off” is the 9th song on Tyler, The Creator’s 8th studio album “CHROMAKOPIA.”
The song was first teased in a “CHROMAKOPIA VINYL” promotional video, uploaded to Tyler’s channel on October 22, 2024. A short part of this song was featured in among the other “CHROMAKOPIA” snippets.
It follows a pattern of exposing the “masks” people wear in their lives to hide their true thoughts or feelings, from a thug not wanting to be one but doing so to fit in and seem cool, to a preacher of a church hiding his queerness, to a single mom exhausted from being one, eventually turning to Tyler himself and revealing some of his personal issues.
“Take Your Mask Off” lyrics
[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
(Mhm, mhm)
(Ah, ah, ooh) La-la-la-la-la-la-la, uh
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Big guns, big guns, what you got, huh?
Slatt, slatt and pop back at the opps, huh?
Gang this, oh, you gang that?
Don’t let ’em know that you regret how you became that
A good kid, fine home, mom and dad in the pic’
A little middle-class money, every Christmas legit
Family trips, Ivy-bound, and one day, hit the switch
You ain’t wanna be seen as a bitch, cuz
And none them face tats gon’ hide the fact that you sad, bruh
You ain’t a thug, you was in drama club, you’s a actor
But now cuz gettin’ validation from the dumb and confused (Ayy, blood)
Now you facin’ five to ten ’cause you had somethin’ to prove, let’s talk about it
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]
And I hope you find yourself (Uh)
And I hope you find yourself (Yeah)
And I hope you take your mask off (Sad story, haha, yeah)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Preacher man, preacher man, preach (Woo)
You make these folks think you got somethin’ to teach, like you ain’t lyin’
Big bank from them collections, well, what you buyin’?
Ain’t too fond of them gays, you don’t deny it, wait
Since a kid, you knew somethin’ was up
Had you thinkin’ God would hate you so you covered it up
Gotta hide how you live, what you really enjoy
So got a wife, got a kid, but you be fuckin’ them boys
Sick of all the shame, sick of all the pain that’s within
Scared of bein’ seen, tired of rebukin’ the sin
Trade it all to be free and shine bright like the sun
But you back on that religious shit as soon as you cum, let’s talk about it
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, Daniel Caesar, Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]
And I hope you find yourself (Hope you find yourself)
And I hope you find yourself
And I hope you take your mask off (Take your mask off)
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]
Big-ass house that’s on the Hill (Hill)
Big-ass wheels in the garage (‘Rage, hope you find yourself)
Three cute kids that’s in your arms
Your husband just made another mil’
You want your life back and a massage (Oh, oh)
Tired of bein’ at home, personality gone (Nah)
Body ain’t been the same, postpartum is long, your identity gone
Mama your first name, the last one got changed
They dream about your nest but you crave flyin’ alone, mane (Oh)
You would start all over if we keepin’ it real
Current life is full but you ain’t feelin’ fulfilled
Fantasize about the dreams you left on the shelf
Can’t even get alone time to think of killin’ yourself, let’s talk about it
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, Daniel Caesar, Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]
And I hope you find yourself (Ah, it’s feelin’ narrow)
And I hope you find yourself
And I hope you take your mask off (Oh, oh)
[Interlude]
Keep that shit one hundred with you, with yourself
You don’t have to put on no costume
You don’t ever have to lie to kick it
[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, tool won’t stay hard, pain in your chest
Hair fallin’ out, won’t blame it on the stress
Claim it’s new partners, blame it on your ex
Chest claim it’s reflex, try to blame it on the cook
Look, boy, keep runnin’, you’ll be crampin’ in your foot
Nervous, then you notice ain’t no service on the hook
Paranoid since nineteen, nervous system shook
Better sit the fuck down or that skull gettin’ took
That’s ten million dollars invested, no justifyin’ that
Tryna sell them weird-ass clothes, nobody buyin’ that
Sentiment is right, but your audience isn’t racked enough
That shit is a failure, my nigga, go ‘head and pack it up
And put it in the trunk, you talk a lot of shit to not even be number one (No)
Your beats ain’t placin’, them songs ain’t slappin’, your raps ain’t rankin’
Your stage presence don’t even be in they conversation, go home
You ain’t gotta hide from the truth
Tell your family why you such a recluse
Tell your spirit why you feelin’ it’s a wrap in the booth
Dog, how dare you try to ruin her marriage? (Come on)
Claim you never wore a mask and how you don’t get embarrassed
Boy, you selfish as fuck, that’s really why you scared of bein’ a parent
Boy, that therapy needed, I’d dare you to seek it, but I’d lose a bet
Your respect won’t get given ’til we postin’ your death
It’s clear you wish you got your flowers sent
You eatin’ fertilizer to balance shit
Now go and stand in the sun, and use some fake tears to water your roots
Take that mask off and tell ’em the truth, let’s talk about it, nigga
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Daniel Caesar]
And I hope you find yourself
And I hope you find yourself
And I hope you take your mask off
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