Lyrics:
it all now, it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young
To be played by your dark, twisted games when I loved you so?
I should've known
You
Tyler, The Creator fuckin' kill you with a popsicle
Cold blooded so we rock mittens so they won't find him
Not kiddin' keep the Tommy on me bitch, I'm
mind is indifferent
Hey - I'm so weak, won't somebody shut off that light?
Electricity runs through the video
And I watch it from this hole I call
about to get up on it
Feed me girl cause I'm so hungry
Got plenty money but I'm still lonely
Gotta have you now 'cause me so
Black and Asian girl
the covers back up over our heads
If I call in sick just to stay home with you
I want you to know why I do what I do
It's my way of saying what I can't
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically,
so politely
I said I'd liked his show
Well he just smiled
I guess it happens nightly
And so
I fell in love
We went to his room
He had a video
heart, and if you follow the charts, or to the plaques or the stacks
You ain't gotta guess who's back, you see
I'm so shy that you thought it was bashful
they can't come down here
And shoot no video
(They can't come down here to to New York)
Fuck 'em (Yo)
You know I'm sayin'?
(Y'all kill 'em, kill 'em)
and my friends are gone
God, I'm in a mean world
And I'm so all alone, oh, oh
I need You Jesus, stand by, stand by
Well, they tell me that
Samson killed
so you know I'm shootin' back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
I said to you
You make me sick, you can pack your shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you
You say crazy things when you're mad
But
There's a lot that we can do tonight
You got friends that you want to meet mine
Well that sounds exhausting
I'm so sick of the world competing, I
sick of you.
I feel nothing, so sick of you.
You say nothing, so sick of you.
Time goes by, I'm sick of you
wondering why, so sick of you
You're freaked
a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker, I'm ill not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick
Yeah, my drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick
And my
ought to have respect in front
People ought to get along pretty O.K.
So get off my dick
I'm building it brick by brick
Brick by brick
I'm
you're wrong
I love ya and I need you, by my side
So, I'm gonna keep on trying, just keep on trying 'til I win your love, woo
I'm gonna keep
and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in
and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in
and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in
enough
When I'm sick (he's there) and troubled (he's there)
When I call him he will answer my prayers (answer my prayers)
When I'm burdened (he's
Times
Everyday I'm guessin'
My mind, I never end up resting
I climb a ladder every second
I find another mountain top
Another video I watch when
Gang, Gang
They ain't never gotta ask this one question
Who's the Queen? Likkle Miss Obsession (uh)
I'm the one who keep you bitches under pressure
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
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