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Tyler:
Yo! Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck Nah Right and any other fuck nigga ass blog that can put a...18 year old nigga makin his own fuckin beats, congress videos n' all that shit. Fuck you post drank ass, cliche jerkin, LA slossin' rappin fuck nigga ass hypebeast niggas...
now back to the album.

(Dr: "Tyler, Hi. Im Dr. T.C. and um im guessing that your teacher sent you here to talk cause you were misbehaving. Um, Its gonna be three sessions, today tomorrow and another day.
so... just tell somthing me about yourself... Well look if you dont talk, i mean these sessions are gonna go--


This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep.
Some food for thought this food for death go 'head an' fuckin eat.
My fathers dead, why i dunno
we'll never fuckin meet.
I cut my wrists and play piano cause im so depressed.
Somebody call a pastor this bastard is so possesed.
This meeting just begun, nigga im SATANS SON.

My mother raised me a single parent so its apperant,
that i got love for my mother none of you other fuckers, are much important.
Im getting angrier while recording.
Im feeling like the bulls.
Ive got a gang of wolves.
Odd Future is children thats fucked up in they mental.
Simple will probablly not fuck em'.

Im tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck.
Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked.
Suspended from school, coolest nigga without effort.
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leapord.
Soak me up in the tampon, but keep the lamp on cause this album pack enough evil that you cant fit inside a jam spit.

Go to school with this.

I go from AP to Jay-Z inside a fuckin week.
Waking up with random girls like "yo bitch how the fuck we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always bitch and i bought her carpet.
Everytime I walk inside the house she always tend to start shit.
No to drugs, i never spark it.
I used to be bullied for honor classes by those
i was slower molasses

Take this shit to school.

Rochelle treat me like my father, like a fuckin stranger.
She still dont know I made Sarah to stangle her not put her in danger and chop her up
in the back of a wrangler.
All because she said no to homecoming, demones running,
inside my head its tellin me evil thoughts.
Im the dream catchers but
nothin' but nightmares i caught.

Go to sleep.

I wear greens hats because im fortunately lucky.
Fuck me the monster said,
somehow the monsters dead.
Inside of me but the thoughts he tell me are still evil.
With the state of mind,
big moves Max Keeble.
Im on my grind feeble
my music is evil but fuck
im saying are truly legal.

Play this shit in church.

I graduated without honors or fuckin' father.
He died (I'm so sorry)
No bitch dont even fuckin bother.
I wanted a brother
my mother i told her but instead i got a sister,
just like me,
with her Mr. Nada.
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fuckin situations thats havin our brains raceins like, daily.

Wearin some fuckin heelys.

I know you fuckin feel me,
I want to fuckin kill me,
at times im so seri-ous
you think im silly.
Im doing big style
willy could'nt touch 11
7
whats religion nigga
I AM LEGEND.
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition.
I created O.F. cause i felt were more talented than 40 year old rappers talkin 'bout Gucci.
When they have kids they haven't seen in years.
Impressin' they peers.
With the same problem.
The only way to solve 'em
is to go to fathers gate convention with the gold revolver.
Life a salad, imma toss er'
eat this shit up, Rick Ross,
and shit it out, bag it up,
sell it.
Im so damn rebellious
cause my mothers let me do what i want.
She wasn't careless
protectin she is the bear
this shit is so bad, my diary isn't here.
My father didn't give a fuck so its time that i am here.

My mamas all i have so its never meet the parents.
When Danielle or Milan decide to fuckin share.
This confused boy, i want to hug, oy.
Im bad for your kids to listen to.
Soy is not the choice.
... Im bad milk.

Drink it.

(Dr: "Whoa. Um it seems you had a lot to say, uh, who knows i might feel as im evaluating"--)

Tyler:
My wrist is all red from the cut of
drippin cold blood like the winter, the summer.
is never.
thats evquivenlt to me and Sarah.
Well thats not her fuckin name but i think this shit is clever.
My niggas wanna know if im fuckin, if im kissin but im sittin here down in beeres simply just wishin with a chill.
They try to tell me but i never listen
cause i dont give a shit like
sittin down pissin.

18 still talking to imaginaries.
Hopefully they see the talent i carry just like Jimi.
Losers can never win me.
You can never offend me.
My goal in life is to win a Grammy hopefully mom attend the
ceremony, with all my homies
im suicidal, miss my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this.
fuck a deal i just want my fathers E-mail so i can tell him how much i fuckin hate him in detail.

(Dr: "Wow. Um, so Tyler if you had the chance to tell him somthing, what would you tell him?")
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Lyrics submitted by FUCK.