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
I just want to talk to you, it's been awhile since your last session
So tell me what's been goin'

I'm not a fuckin' role model (I know this)
I'm a 19 year old fuckin' emotional coaster with pipe dreams
Since Kanye Tweeted tellin' people he's bumpin' all of my shit
These motherfuckers think I'm supposed to live up to somethin'? Shit
I'm still jackin' off and proceedin' my life careless
But gettin' more pussy 'cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris (as you should)
LA to Paris, I'm gettin' these weird stares
At skate parks and airports, it's all in the air, it's weird
Yonkers dropped and left their craniums mind-fucked
Now competition missin' like that nigga my mom fucked
He still hasn't called me yet (it's not your fault)
But that's a whole fuckin' different argument
Shit, I got over it
And a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy a couple hot pockets
So grandma can stop cookin' those nasty ass collard greens
Pressures on me like this top hat bastard intro
How the fuck I'm gonna top that?

(Tyler, you'll top it, you'll top that, you're a very capable individual)
Okay, you guys caught me
I'm not a fuckin' rapist, or a serial killer, I lied
(You know, you just wanted attention, you'll be fine)
I tried too hard huh?
(No, you don't)

Made a couple thou and I just don't know what to buy yet
The 'preme 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 three-six, isn't he a devil worshiper
'Cause I'm too fuckin' ignorant to do some research?"
I'ma start a group
So no one else gets the respect that they deserve 'cause of you
(Bastard was good though)
What you think I record it for?
To have a bunch of critics call my shit a bunch of horrorcore?
Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious
'Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really fuckin' feel?
Of course they only listen
To lyrics about me pissin' off
In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm gettin' pissed off (I bet)
Message boards are on my dick, I need to piss waiver (here)
Lemme bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor

(So um, ah, shit)
Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothin' livin' out his dreams?
Why they gotta fuckin' hate?
(I think everyone's happy, everyone's immature)
(Everyone loves you, Tyler, you have to believe that)
I don't even skate anymore, I'm too fuckin' busy
I can barely kick flip now
(Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time when you're at home?)
What the fuck you mean I'm not talented? You see the shit that I've been doin'?
(I have, I mean, you're a great person)
I mean, I'm not that great of a rapper but as a whole, I'm pretty cool, right?

People excited thinkin' shit is so tight (for what?)
Gettin' co-signs with rappers I don't even like
What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble this mic?
Start Jackson 'em off, 'til his Cack blastin' off? (No)
Fuck that (that's gay), these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
'Cause I don't listen to the Immortal of Tech-of-the-nique
And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak
On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week
I'd rather listen to Baduh and Pusha the T
And some Wacka Flocka Flame instead (I love that shit) of that
Real hip hop that's bull-of-the-shit, but they wanna critique
Everythin' the we, Wolf Gang, has ever released
But they don't get it (they don't, it's not made for them)
'Cause its not made for them
The nigga that's in the mirror rappin', it's made for him
But they do not have the mindset that's same as him
I'm not weird, your just a faggot, shame on him

(It is, but Tyler, you're gonna have to cut down on that "faggot" word)
(That's very, that's a, that's a bad-)
I'm not homophobic
(I mean, I don't think you are, but-)
Faggot
(Alright, well, since the last time we-)

The fuck is a good performance?
I get on stage and I have as much fun as I can
(I mean, you, you, it seems like you have fun)
(But your Twitter posts, just, I mean, they're really random and it's ADD)
Who doesn't have ADD? Well, I don't
(I mean, sometimes you just say really outlandish things)
(And we just wanna know, what's the problem for this?)
I wish Thebe was here

Therapy's been sinnin' and niggas gettin' offended
They don't wanna fuck with me 'cause I do not fuck with religion (why?)
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)
When someone gets blamed 'cause some white kid had aimed (what?)
His AK-47 at 47 kids, I don't wanna see my name mentioned
(I don't think anyone's goin' to men-)
(I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you)
College wasn't workin' and I wasn't workin'
So I was at home jerkin' off until my dick was hurtin'
But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait
'Cause those four days that I went, I wasn't learnin' shit (I mean, you, you-)
Now I'm livin' dreams that I wanted since eight
And can afford to get my mother somethin' on her birthday
(I mean, you've explained to me that you were in school, but, I mean, I, I-)
They claim the shit 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 doin' pretty good, so that date is postponed for 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 sayin', take advantage?)
(I mean, you've been doin' pretty good, I've seen that-)
I still live in my grandmas 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 if I want in or just out
My friends really think I'm playin' when I say I need counselin'
I sit in grandmothers livin' room and just pout and shout
Loud inside, sometimes I just wanna die (no you don't)
Odd Future came from the bottom
And it's gonna take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em (I believe you)
All you fuckin' lames don't have to like me (yeah)
The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fuckin' white tee

(Woah, um, alright, uh, so you was tellin' me you went to New York) Writer/s: Tyler Okonma
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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