- Tyler, The Creator Golden 歌詞
- Tyler, The Creator
- Tyler you obviously have some f*cking problems
And this is the end of this session, let's anything else you've gotta say?
Mom is getting jealous I see my manager more
Than I see her before , I go on tour and it hurts
I miss the days when this was fun but now it turned into work
They getting legal, so now I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out
My friends are turning into opposites
Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist
And all the b*tches who forget about me want to ride my dick
Harder than the white kids that copy shit
Ending it is all I f*cking think about, that's the shit I think about
All alone, bawling 'til my mothaf*ckin' eyes bleed
See, he's a leader in person and smile, shit gets disgursting
When there's no person around, talking discussion shit, man
F*ck, I'm putting myself at a distance
For instance, my best friend is now my f*cking assistant
N*ggas saying 'Free Earl' without even knowin' him
See, they're missing the new album, I'm missing my only friend
When I say Odd, y'all say Future
Odd.. uh-uh, that shit's corny as f*ck
(Tyler, you have a cult following)
To these white kids?
Charbroiled n*gga on these dark beats
Nashes with the Nazis but it's normal what the cops see
Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see
Mommy was a living single queen with a lot tee
So while my wallet's piling with some symbolic colored paper
I lace her , cause she gave me such a lot at such a young age
20, why didn't she get that abortion?
Probably cause that motherf*ckin embryo was morphing
Into a Grammy winning schizophrenic f*cking orphan
Oops I meant bastard, a skinny ass disaster
Mom works hard, still working on her masters
Son lies about, taking classes at community college
Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard
Start a f*ckin cult, clash his talents in a brash way
Before he even had a mustache and cash
And all I got was a f*ckin ' shitty article in Thrasher
I'm not crazy, I'm a f*cking table, I'm a f*cking table!
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