Artist: Tyler, The Creator
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone
You don't, you don't even have the balls to begin with
What you need is me, someone to talk to you
But it's been awhile since our last session so
Tell me, what's been going on?
I'm not a fucking role model
(I know this)
I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams
Since I ain't tweeted, telling people he's bumping all of my shit
These motherfuckers think I'm supposed to live up to something? Shit
I'm still jacking off
Proceeding my life careless
But getting more pussy
'Cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris
(As you should)
LA to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares
At skate parks and airports, all in the air, it's weird
Yonkers dropped and left their craniums mind-fucked
Now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked
He still hasn't called me yet
(It's not your fault)
That's a whole fucking different argument
Shit, I got over it
And the couple bucks I got in my pocket
And now I could go buy a couple hot pockets
So grandma can stop cooking them nasty ass collard greens
Pressure's on me like this top hat bastard intro
How the fuck I'm gonna top that?
(Tyler, you'll top it, you'll top [Incomprehensible] eventually)
Okay you guys caught me
I'm not a fucking rapist, or a serial killer, I lied
(You know, you just wanted attention, you'll be fine)
I try too hard huh?
Made a couple thou' and I just don't know what to buy yet
The prime shit is free and I don't drink so fuck a wine set
Nigga fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity
I'm fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity
Oh, that's a triple 3-6, isn't he a devil worshiper?
'Cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research
I'ma start a group
So no one else gets the respect they deserve 'cause of you
('Cause of you)
(Bastard was good though)
What you think I record it for?
I have a bunch of critics call my shit a bunch of horror-core?
Like I didn't make grade when glorious
'Cause I'm too fuckin' scared to tell my friends
The way I really fuckin' feel?
Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissing off
In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off
Message boards are on my dick, I need to piss away
Lemme bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor
(So, oh shit, oh)
Can't they just be happy for me like
A kid with nothing living out his dreams
Why they gotta fucking hate?
(In fact everyone's happy, everyone's immature
Everyone loves you, Tyler, you have to believe that)
I, I, I don't even skate anymore, I'm too fucking busy
I could barely kick-flip now
(Why, why is that?
You're not having the free time at your home?)
What the fuck you making of my talent anyways?
You've seen the shit that I've been doing?
(I have but I, I think you're very busy)
I mean I'm not that great of a rapper but
As a whole I'm pretty cool right?
People excited, think this shit is so tight
Getting co-signs from rappers that I don't even like
What the fuck you want me to do, start to gobble his mic?
And start jack-sing 'em off until his cat blasting off
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me
'Cause I don't listen to Eworld of the with tech of the 'nique
And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak
On the Billboard Top 20 and Gem Of The Week
I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T
And Wacka Flocka Flame
(Love that shit)
Instead of that real hip hop that's bull of the shits
But they wanna critique
Everything that we, Wolf Gang has ever released
But they don't get it
(They don't, that's not made for them)
'Cause it's not made for them
The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him
But they do not have the mindset that is same as him
I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him
(It is but Tyler, you have to cut down on that faggot word
That's very, that' not, that's a bad)
I'm not homophobic
(And I don't think you are but )
(Alright, well, since the last time, we've )
What the fuck is a good performance?
I get on stage and have as much fun as I can
(You know do you, you'd be a singer right now
If for Twitter polls just mean they're really random
And it's ADD)
Who doesn't have ADD? Whoa, I don't
And you just wanna know what's the problem for this)
I wish [Incomprehensible] was here
Therapy's been sending in, niggas getting offended
They don't wanna fuck with me 'cause I do not fuck with religion
But see that's my decision, you fuckers don't have to listen
Here, put this middle finger in your ear
(I'd rather not)
But someone gets blank 'cause some white kid aimed
His AK-47 at 47 kids
And I don't wanna see my name mentioned
(I don't think anyone's gon' men'
I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you)
College wasn't working and I wasn't working
So I sat at home jerking off until my dick was hurting
But I was determined to be great so this class could wait
'Cause the 4 days that I went, I wasn't learning shit
(I mean you, you can)
Now I'm living dreams I've wanted since 8
I can afford to get my mother something on her birthday
(Can you explained to me that I went to school but
I mean, I)
They claim the shit that I say is just wrong
Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone
I'm just a teenager who admits he's suicide prone
My life is doing pretty good so that date is postponed from now
Wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen
And when she gives you lemons, nigga, throw 'em at pedestrians
(So what are you saying, taking credits?
I mean you've been doing pretty good, I assume that )
Still live in my grandma's house
Sell out a fuckin' show in London just to end up on couches
I hate my fuckin' life but when I make that announcement
My hero calls my phone just to put that in doubt then
And then I am confused and I want energists out
My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counseling
I sit in grandmother's living room and just pout and shout loud inside
Sometimes I just wanna die
(No, you don't)
Our future came from the bottom
And it's gonna take a couple armed armies trying to stop 'em
All you fucking lames don't have to like me
The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fucking white tee
(Whoa um, alright ah, so you was telling me you went to New York)
Writer(s): Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Golf Wang Steak Sauce
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