Album: Goblin (2011)
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  • You wouldn't do that Tyler
    Kill yourself, or anyone, you don't even have the balls to begin with
    What you need is me
    I just want to talk to you, its been awhile since your last session
    So tell me what's been going

    I'm not a fucking role model (I know this)
    I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams
    So Kanye tweeted tellin' people, hes bumpin' all of my shit
    These motherfuckers think I'm supposed to live up to something? shit
    I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless
    And getting more pussy 'cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris (as you should)
    LA to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares,
    from skate parks and airports it's all in the air, its 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 a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy a couple hot pockets
    So grandma can stop cooking those nasty ass colligreens
    Pressures on me like this top hat bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that?
    OK you guys caught me
    I'm not a fucking rapist, or a serial killer, I lied
    (You know, you just wanted attention)
    I tried too hard huh?
    Made a couple thou and I just don't know what to buy yet
    Supreme 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'm a start a group,
    so no one else gets the respect they deserve 'cause of you
    (Bastard was good though)
    What you think I recorded for?
    To have a bunch of critics call my shit a bunch of horror core?
    Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious
    'cause I'm too fuckin' scared to tell my friends the way I really fucking 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
    Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing living out his dreams
    Why they gotta fucking hate?
    I don't even skate anymore, I'm too fucking busy
    I can barely kick flip now
    People excited think this shit is so tight
    Making me co-sign with rappers I don't even like
    What the fuck you want me to do? start to gobble this mic
    Start jacking em off, till his cap blasting off
    Fuck that, 'cause these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
    'cause I don't listen to the immortal tech of the nique
    And all this underground bullshit can never gone peak
    On the billboard top 20 and jam of the week
    Id rather listen to Baduh and Pusha the T
    And wacka flocka flame instead of that real hip hop that's full of the shit
    But they wanna critique
    Everything the the wolf gang has ever released
    But they don't get it
    'cause its not made for them
    The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, its made for him
    But they do not have the mindset, that is same as him
    I'm not weird, your just a fagot, shame on him
    I'm not homophobic fagot
    What the fuck is a good performance?
    I get on stage and have as much fun as I can
    Who doesn't have ADD?! I don't
    Therapy's been saying that 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
    And here, put this middle finger in your ear
    Someone gets blamed
    If some white kid had aimed
    His AK-47 at forty seven kids
    And I don't wanna see my name mentioned
    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 classes can wait
    'cause those 4 days I went, I wasn't learnin' shit
    Now I'm living dreams i've wanted since 8th
    And I can afford to get my mother something on her birth, day
    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 hes suicide prone
    My life is doing pretty good
    So that day is postponed for now
    But wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen
    And when she gives you lemons nigga throw em at pedestrians
    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 and I want energists out
    My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counseling
    I sit in grandmothers living room and just pout and shout
    Loud inside
    Sometimes I just wanna die
    Odd future came from the bottom
    And its gonna take a couple armed armies 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 Writer/s: TYLER OKONMA
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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