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Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go
Im a fuckin walkin paradox, no, Im not
Threesomes with a fuckin triceratops, Reptar
Rappin as Im mockin deaf rock stars
Wearin synthetic wigs made of Anwars dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryin to get grown
About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, Ima scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is tellin me that shes been getting intimate with men
Heres the number to my therapist
You tell him all your problems, hes fuckin awesome with listenin
Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin Wang
Jesus called, he said hes sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin, this isnt a fuckin hotline
For a fuckin shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
And hes not fuckin workin, I think Im wastin my damn time
Im clockin three past six and goin postal
This the revenge of the dicks, thats nine cocks that cock 9s
This aint no V. Tech shit, or Columbine
But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
I slipped myself some pink Xannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My moms gone, that fuckin broad will never understand me
Im not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin them
Ill crash that fuckin airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And wont stop until the cops come in
Im an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver?
Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers
All I want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, dont need em
But where the fat ones at? I got somethin to feed em
Its some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin leaves
Its been a couple months
And Tina still aint perm her fuckin weave
Damn
Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines Im in
Oh, not again, another critic writing report
Im stabbin any bloggin faggot hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
Im Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin knife in my hand
Im Wolf, Ace gon put that fuckin hole in my head
And Im Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I dont give a fuck, so hes probably just like me
A motherfuckin goblin
Thats what my conscience said
Then it bunny-hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit
Dead |
For real, for real this time
For real, for real, for real this time
Bitch, I cannot fall short
For real, for real, for real this time
For real, for real, for real this time
Cause you make my earth quake
Oh, you make my earth quake
Riding around, your love be shakin’ me up
And its making my heart break
Cause you make my earth quake
Oh, you make my earth quake
Riding around, your love be shakin’ me up
And its making my heart break
Dont leave, its my fault
Dont leave, its my fault
Dont leave, its my fault
’Cause when it all comes crashing down I’ll need you
Cause you make my earth quake
Oh, you make my earth quake
Riding around, you’re telling me something is bad
And its making my heart break
Cause you make my earth quake, oh, you make my earth quake
Riding around, your love be shakin me up
And it’s making my heart break
We aint gotta ball, D. Rose, huh
I dont give a fuck bout none, huh
Breathin like fuck my lungs, huh
Just might call my lawyer, huh
Plug gon set me up, huh
Bih, dont set me up
Im with Tyler, yuh
He ride like the car, huh
And she wicked, huh, yuh
Like Woah Vicky, huh, yeah
Oh, my God, hold up, um
These diamonds not Tiffany, huh, yeah
So in love
So in love
Dont leave, its my fault
Dont leave, its my fault
Dont leave, its my fault
Cause when it all comes crashing down Ill need you
Cause you make my earth quake
I dont want no confrontation, no
And you dont want my conversation
I just need some confirmation on how you feel, for real
You dont want no complication, no
I dont want no side information
I just need to know whats happening
Cause Im for real
I said dont leave, its my fault
I said dont leave, its my fault
Dont leave, its, its my fault, girl
Dont, do-do-do-do-do, Ill need— |
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album, you feel me, son?
Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyen, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude
Shouts out to L-Boy, awwwwk
I told you
The big-eared bandit is tossin all his manners
In a bag and wrappin them in Saran wrap bandages
Tossin em in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
So when he says, Catch up, nigga, it looks like an accident
Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like shes been mimicking a panda
Its the dark-skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a reason, nigga, I was just Ableton
Not a fucking Logic-contradicting dickhead
Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit
Semen-scented cheetah printed tee
In that Preme five-panel, Ill repeat it for the season
Previous items in the present
With the normal-ass past like I cheated on my team
Its me
To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowin you own your opponent is a defeatin bonus
Im Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers, dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went joustin
Im on my Robin Hood shit, robbing in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels and your pet, Im stealin your rims
Coke diamonds and your Vette, soldiers lace the fuckin boot
And salute like the troop, when they shoot, you gon brrrooop
Its KILLHodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop
And out my Kool-Aid, Juice
Whats up, bitch?
Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my nigga, we get it in
Wolf Gang party at the hotel
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Dont be surprised if I ask where the hash at
Nigga, Im tryna smoke, bitch, get higher
Domo, where that Flocka Flame? Talking bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you dont salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah, my nigga Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
We like the mafia, bitch, dont get to slacking up
And if these haters acting up, throw em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I dont really ask for much
But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus
What the fuck is caution?
Often I leave em flossing in KAWS, exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealing home base
Thats great, Im home alone dreaming of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hanging the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has been making him
No strays while we catching matinees, huh?
Im getting blazed thinking bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like toupees
One finger in the air, alls fair when crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their wedding rings
And you dont even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say, Get em, Mike G, then I got em
One man squadron, nigga, Im a problem
From Briggs, I got bars and plans to
Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or its gonna be real
OF til I OD and I probably will, uh
Its still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Probably not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin drop
Bitch, Im in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Culk
Ive been runnin blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glocks
Now Im all grown, same song, just a different waltz
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than an Otter Pop
Op, Dom next shit in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches
On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
And Im lifted til Im stiff outta this bitch
Odd in your motherfuckin area
Blood clots give me five feet fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carrey up
And fuck your team, ho, nigga, wassup?
Wolf Gang so you know we not givin no fucks
You know me dog, Im a chill in the cut
So I can cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga
Right, right
Rent a supercar for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
Bro, easy on the ounce, thats a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my nigga, what can I say?
Im high and Im bi, wait, I mean Im straight
Ima get you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the vibes just as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could sample the feel
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, fat burger and fries
Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fucking crystal balls can I buy and own?
Humble old me had to flex for the folks
Down in Muscle Beach pumping iron and bone
Bumping oldies off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumping oldies off my cellular phone
Bumping oldies off my cellular phone
Goddammit!
Rapping is stupid and its hard
Gotta do it over and over and over again but here it go
Hey, its Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I guess Im an actor
Pothead, half-baked, lookin like Chappelle
Rollin up a blunt with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, still hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still dont give a shit
Catch me in the back with Mileys on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat
Hah, nigga came through with a 9-bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf Gang
Yeah, fuck that
Look, for contrast, heres a pair of lips
Swallowin sarapin, settin fire to sheriffs whips
Fuckin All-American terrorist
Crushin rapper larynx to feed em a fuckin carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin
And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
Spit til the lips meet the bottom of a barrel, so that sterile piss
Flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin ill-apparel-wearin pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up
Raidin fridges, tippin over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks
And sixty-day chips from fuckin awesome anonymous
Call him bloated til he show em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko in a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole is numb
The culprit of the potent punch
Scoldin hot as dunkin scrotum in a Folgers cup
Or Nevada, drivin drunk inside a stolen truck
And shittin like his colon bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, Im rollin over the novices
And roamin through the forest and spittin cold as his porridge is
Stay gold til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin the gate, ensurin the bass
Scorchin, leave these motherfuckers sore in torso and face
Get at me, we savages, half a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who dont give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me, you cant, like Crunchy Black catchin a taxi
Uh, back like lateral passin
With that motherfuckin gladiator manner of rappin
As an addict, I let Percocet and Xannies relax me
Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please
OF, shit, thats all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Nak
Shreddin down Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin block
Storefront, knee tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape... and my shoes
Um, I was fifteen when I first drew that donut
Five years later, for our label, yeah, we own it
I started an empire, I aint even old enough
To drink a fucking beer, Im tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the niggers in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigga friends that say the n-word
And the ones who got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats and Steven Spielberg
They say we aint actin right
Always try to turn our fuckin color into black and white
But theyll never change em, never understand em
Radicals my anthem, turn my fuckin amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitchin, bein mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, were rad as fuck, bitches
OFM, banging on your FM
Gnaw, 2011, yeah
Golf Wang |
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o-
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy
I stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Any time I count sheep
Thats the only time we make up, make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
Now, I dont wanna wake up
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision, eye
Wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind
I said, I said
Im sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
Youre the one thats always running through my daydreams, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
So...
Can I get a kiss?
And can you make it last forever?
I said, Im bout to go to war
And I dont know if Ima see you again
Can I get a kiss?
And can you make it last forever?
I said, Im bout to go to war
And I dont know if Ima see you again
Ugh, switch it up
I said, okay, okay, okay, okey-dokey, my infatuation
Is translating to another form of what you call it?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I aint met you, Ive been looking
Stop the waiting fore I stop the chasing, like an alcoholic
You dont understand me—what the fuck do you mean?
Its them rose-tinted cheeks, yeah, its them dirt-colored eyes
Sugar-honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene
Yeah, Id give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie
Ugh!
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision, eye
Wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind
I said, I said
Im sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
Youre the one thats always running through my daydreams, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
So...
Can I get a kiss?
And can you make it last forever?
I said Im bout to go to war
I dont know if Ima see you again
Can I get a kiss?
And can you make it last forever?
I said Im bout to go to war
And I dont know if Ima see you again
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—
(La la, la la la la, la la
La la, la la la la)
One more time? |
I never wouldve thought that
Feelings could get thrown in the air
Cause I accidentally caught that
I need some new boxing gloves
Shit got hectic whenever I fought back
For example, ten minutes cant go past without you brushing my thoughts
Thats fourteen forty a day so Ill say a hundred and forty-four times
I think about you or something like that
Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else
I dont like that; cellular convos getting left in the wrong
Cause I get so fucking mad when you dont write back
This isnt a song, I just happen to rhyme when I get emo
And find time to write facts, fuck
I love you
Can we add some more color, um, like, some more, yellow?
Yeah, thats good
I fucking hate you, but I love you
Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
Youre good at being perfect
Were good at being troubled, yeah
I fucking hate you, but I love you
Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
Youre good at being perfect
Were good at being troubled, yeah
Girl, you fucking with my emotions
The fuck is all this noise about?
I even considered picking up smoking
You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out?
But in my dog house
My bitch is the raddest
Crazy who makes me the happiest can make me the saddest
Look Alice, lets get lost in your wonder-er-land, fuck an atlas
Youre perfectly perfect for me
What the fuck is this, practice?
Actually, if you even consider leaving
Ill lose a couple screws in due time, Ill stop breathin
And youll see the meaning of stalkin
When I pop out the dark to find you
And that new dude that youre seein with an attitude
Then proceed to fuck up your evenin
Make sure you never meet again like goddamn vegans
Cause when I hear your name, I cannot stop cheesin
I love you so much that my heart stops beatin when youre leavin
And Im grievin and my heart starts bleedin
Life without you has no goddamn meanin
Sorry, Im passive-aggressive for no goddamn reason
Its that my mood change like these goddamn seasons
I fall for you, but I love you
Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
Youre good at being perfect
Were good at being troubled
Yeah
The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it
The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it
The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it tonight
The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it
The skys falling girl, lets try to catch it
The skys falling bitch, lets try to catch it tonight
Cmon baby, even though I hate you, I still love you
I love you
And Salem, my love
Im passive aggressive
I like when we hold hands
See I get jealous
And if I see that nigga
I just might kill him, haha
Love, love, love
Im in love
I fucking hate you, but I love you
Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
Youre good at being perfect
Were good at being troubled, yeah
I fucking hate you, but I love you
Im bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
Youre good at being perfect
Were good at being troubled, yeah
Yo, why is Samuel such a fucking dick?
He isnt such a badass actually. Hes only here because he ran away, because some shit happened back home. Hes actually a dweeb
Yo, what happened? |
Golden rubbers in these denim pockets
On my waist, theres a black Glock
New girl moved on the block
She been plottin on my brown cock
Last night I slept over hers
During sex, I overheard
A sword sliced the air, I pulled out the na-na
Rolled off the bed, then shot back, pow-pow
Blood on the sheets, probably spillin from my gash
Looked out the glass, seen him sprintin on the grass
A real ninja, with the blade and the mask
Had them gold ninja stars, and red Supreme nunchuks
Now she tryna patch me up, but
Girl, I was just tryna get a nut bust
If thats your ex, you should probably own a pistol
But Im guessin its wiser to exit with dude
The blinds wide open so he can
See you in the dark when youre sleepin
Naked body, fresh out the shower
And you touch yourself after hours
Aint no man allowed in your bedroom
Youre sleeping alone in bed
But check your window
Hes at your window
Night light hits off, turnin kisses to bites
Im a down to Earth nigga with intentions thats right
Youll be down in Earth quicker if you diss me tonight
But Ill be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight
We can chill and I can act like I dont wanna fuck
You can tell me all your problems like I really give one
But I give two for us cause youre the one that I want
Dont wanna seem like a punk pussy that simps over punk pussy
See when Im with my friends I just put on a front
But in the back of my top, Im writing songs about we
We, as including I, and yourself, making three
Little ones, the drums are hitting pretty hard if you ask me
Youre a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that Ive been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around 10 and skinny dippin and then
We can begin the pretend game, I wanna be Finn from Adventure Time
The blinds wide open so he can
See you in the dark when youre sleepin
Naked body, fresh out the shower
And you touch yourself after hours
Aint no man allowed in your bedroom
Youre sleeping alone in bed
But check your window
Hes at your window
One, two; youre the girl that I want
Three, four, five, six, seven; shit
Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this
And I just couldnt take it, youre so motherfuckin gorgeous
Gorgeous, baby youre gorgeous
I just wanna drag your lifeless body to the forest
And fornicate with it
But thats because Im in love with you, cunt
I just wanna talk, and conversate
Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate
And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date
So just say yes, let the future fall into place
I just wanna talk and conversate
Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate
And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date
So just say yes, let the future fall into place, cunt
The blinds wide open so he can
See you in the dark when youre sleepin
Naked body, fresh out the shower
And you touch yourself after hours
Aint no man allowed in your bedroom
Youre sleeping alone in bed
But check your window
Hes at your window
The blinds wide open so he can
See you in the dark when youre sleepin
Naked body, fresh out the shower
You touch yourself after hours
Aint no man allowed in your bedroom
Youre sleeping alone in bed
Hes at your window
One, two; youre the girl that I want
Three, four, five, six, seven; shit
Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this
And I just couldnt take it, youre so motherfuckin gorgeous
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous |
Uh
Uh
Uh
How you doin?
My name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Heres my number
You can reach me, woo!
911, call me some time
911, call me some time
911
911
Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
Sippin on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé
Cant see straight, these shades are Céline Dion
Sucks you cant gas me up, shout out to Elon
Musk, yeah, I got a sold-out show
Crowd wild out but dont matter cause you not front row
Ive been lookin for a keeper, listen to the speaker
If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
At that 911
Call me some time
Please bang my line, you know Ill answer
Call me some time
Please bang my line
Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
911,
911,
Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Woke up in the burbs, burbs, with the birds, birds
Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
These days you gotta find time
Even the nightline
Work line
Dial nine
Five car garage
Full tank of the gas
But that dont mean nothing, nothing
Nothin, nothin, without you shotgun in the passenger
Im the loneliest man alive
But I keep on dancing to throw em off
Im gon run out of moves cause I cant groove to the blues
If you know any DJs, tell em to call me at 911...
I cant even lie, Ive been lonely as fuck
Old lonely ass nigga
I cant even lie, Ive been lonely as fuck
Forreal, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something
I cant even lie, Ive been lonely as fuck
Old weird ass nigga
I cant even lie, Ive been
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
They say the loudest in the room is weak
Thats what they assume, but I disagree
I say the loudest in the room
Is prolly the loneliest one in the room
Attention seeker, public speaker
Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin lonely
Writin songs about these people
Who do not exist, hes such a fuckin phony
One thing I know, is that I wanna
Win so bad, but Im not Chicago
My heart is low, its real low, its so low
You cant lift me up, Im like Gallardo
From the start its been real dark
Its been so dark, I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh
Im playin like Hasbro
Im really Saari, call me Arto
Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla
I know you sick of me talkin bout cars
But what the fuck else do you want from me?
That is the only thing keepin me company
Purchase some things until Im annoyed
These items is fillin the void
Been fillin it for so long
I dont even know if its shit I enjoy
Current battle as an adult
My partner is a shadow
I need love, do you got some I could borrow?
Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow
But that never comes
Like a vasectomy, what have I done?
I got the talent, the face and the funds
Found myself long ago but I havent found someone
Mirror, mirror on the wall
The loneliest of them all
Cupid actin stupid
Do you got another number I could call?
Never had a pet
I never had a pet
Theres more fish in the sea
But I never had a goldfish to begin with
I never had a dog
So Ive never been good with bitches
Cause I never threw a ball, fetch
I never had a pet, thats where it stems from, I bet
Treat me like direct deposit
Check in on me sometime
Ask me how Im really doin
So I never have to press that 911
Ohh!
Ohh Shit!
Fuck!
Ohh!
Shit!
Ohh!
Damn! Damn! |
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that ni-gga, I swear
Stand out guy, him dont need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at? Cause nigga, Im right here
I dont shop at the mall, all yall just
Dumb mothafucka, Im a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and Ill draw you a closet
And you know that its GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit
Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drips swag like a broken faucet
Its runnin, nigga, Im runnin shit
That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Wont stop til the cops surround him
One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
With his fuckin face blown off, thats how they found him
Its Young T
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad cause a nigga neck chill like that
You mad cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin bad vibes in the air like that?
Nigga, who dem boys?
Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?
Who else step in this bitch this jig?
Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?
Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance
Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass
Never seen a nigga in this much Raf
Still doin math when I miss my class
Was it Summertime 06, had the Number ine
Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen til they skipped my ass
Senior citizen, dont forget my pass
Been that nigga and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad cause a niggas neck chill like that
You mad cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin bad vibes in the-?
Fuck the rap, Im tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin business ventures
These niggas these days
Actin like some bitches, like theyre fuckin with ya
Teeth is glistenin, Jesus, Christmas
He just shittin, she exquisite, bitches be expensive
And I dont even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
Im currently lookin for 95 Leo
My mom say she worried because Im so ill
I should stay in bed, but got too much bread
To make, she said watch my weight
So I stayed home and start eatin some meals
Get out of my way güey, boy, thats McLaren
Thats 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, Im gone
Oh, fuck |
Thats a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln Town Car, aint it?
Big enough to take these broken hearts and put em in it
Now Im drivin round on the boulevard, trunk bleedin
And every time the cops pull me over, they dont ever see them
They never see them
And Ive got this black suit on
Roamin around like Im ready for a funeral
Five more miles til the road runs out
Im about to drive in the ocean
Ima try to swim from somethin bigger than me
Kick off my shoes
And swim good, and swim good
Take off this suit
And swim good, and swim good, good
Got some pretty good beats on this 808s CD, yeah
Memory seats Im sittin on stay heated
I woulda put tints on my windows, but whats the difference?
If I feel like a Ghost, no Swayze
Ever since I lost my baby
Ive had this black suit on
Roamin around like Im ready for a funeral
One more mile til the road runs out, out
Im about to drive in the ocean
Ima try to swim from somethin bigger than me
Kick off my shoes
And swim good, and swim good
Take off this suit
And swim good, and swim good, good
Im goin off
Dont try stopping me
Im goin off
Dont try saving
No flares
No vest
And no fear
Waves are washin me out
Im about to drive in the ocean
Ima try to swim from somethin bigger than me
Kick off my shoes
And swim good, and swim good
Take off this suit
And swim good, and swim good, good
Dont die |
Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window
I saw a photo, you looked joyous
My eyes are green, I eat my veggies
I need to get her out the picture
Shes really fuckin up my frame
Shes not developed like we are
Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone
New magic, new magic, new magic wand
Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone
New magic , new magic, new magic wand
My brother said Im on the spectrum
Dont call me selfish, I hate sharin
This 60-40 isnt workin
I want a hundred of your time, youre mine
Please dont leave me now
Please dont leave me now
Please dont leave me now
Please dont leave me now
Please dont leave me now
Please dont leave me now
Please dont leave me now
Please dont leave me now
I wanna be found, passenger in your car
You wanna be mean, mixed signals, dont park
Shes gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand
We can finally be together
You roll the dice, hit a seven, sure you right
Beginners luck, you not my first, who gives a fuck?
Your other one evaporate, we celebrate
You under oath, now pick a side and if you dont
Ill pick you both
Its not a joke, murder she wrote
Ayo, take one look in the mirror, implications so clear
I live life with no fear, except for the idea
That one day you wont be here
I will not fetch the ball
Eyes are green, I eat my vegetables
It has nothin to do with that broad
But if it did, guarantee shed be gone, well
I got a plan, bout to walk in the pen
If you cant understand, Im a hawk in the gym
Eyes on the prize, got weight on my chest
That I need to get off, or I aint talkin to them
Cant be in the picture if it got no frame
Gon let the world know cause I aint got no shame
Blow the whole spot up, cause I aint–
I wanna share last names, I wanna be your number one
Not the other one, keep it on the low
Im in my right mind, keep it on a high
Janis Joplin spillin feelings, now Im out here moppin em
Four on the floor, pack up your bags, we hit the store
Grab our supplies, no need for masks, bust through the door
Get the job done like retirement, I admit you look concerned
New magic wand |
Im saying, you know, like. All I ever told you to do was grow up, dont grow down. You know, like, you know, grow up. Dont grow down, grow out. You go from being a kid, just doing your thing, hanging out with your friends. Months later youre world-famous. Youre a gay rights activist, and you dont even know it. You know what, I dont wanna say it to you no more, Tyler. Fuck you, Tyler!
Watch me get this money, nigga; tired of being hungry, nigga
Nothing funny, sass me while Im thrashing, Ima punch a nigga
Never made of plastic, Im a savage -- you look lunch, my nigga
Passing all you hating fucking fags we dont discuss, my nigga
We aint on no jolly shit and we dont pop no Mollies, bitch
Im hocking, spitting got some niggas out here popping Ollie switch
Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad is thick
Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying breed
And we dont give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please
My pockets solid, making profit off the highest tees
Bitch, merch twerk as I get on the verse, cursing
Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, Im up when the birds chirping
Make actions, fuck rehearsing
Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
You niggas gon give me mine, I dont have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon give me mine, you niggas gon give me mine
Summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
You niggas gon give me mine, cause I dont have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon give me mine, you niggas gon give me mine
In a world where kids my age are popping Mollies with leather
Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent or dont know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better
I was the drama club kid, I run where the fun did, my nuts itched
I was defiant, always said, Fuck shit
Hated the popular ones, now Im the popular one
Also hated homes too, til I start coppin me some
See I dont beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the bs
And I be gassing up my buzz like some bees at a Shell
Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some Braille
I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself
These fucking rappers got stylists cause they cant think for themselves
See, they dont have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy? Posers looking silly, boy
Im in that past season Preme shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is Diddy Riese
Nakel Smith, Transworld page 64
Poppin like oil ollie in fire flames
Im harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
The fuck am I saying? Tylers not even a violent name
About as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hates dentists
God damn menace, 666 and hes not finished
And my shits missing, he hates women, but love kittens?
See yall niggas tripping, man
Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that Mom who thinks Im evil, hold that grudge against me
Though Im the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the .9 and tried to blow out his mind
But talk is money, I said, Hi, I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd -- that shit is barnacles, huh?
They thought I wasnt fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, Im an atheist that just worships Satan
And its probably why Im not getting no fucking album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I aint fuckin playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for they fucking ratings
Analog fans are getting sick of the rape
All the Tron Cat fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, bitch? Im getting sick of complaints
But I dont hate it when Im taking daily trips to the bank
Oh but no but, shit, who really gives a fuck what I think?
My fans dont, they turning on me, shit, theyre almost extinct
Fuck buying studio time, Ima go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch
Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
You niggas gon give me mine, I dont have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon give me mine, you niggas gon give me mine
Summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
You niggas gon give me mine, I dont have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon give me mine, you niggas gon give me mine
This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But Momma, Im close to the edge as possible
All I’m seeing is the drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
That the 40s half off, like you know that cliff
Dont need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit
Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick
Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
Brother the Pigeons is us
Bid you goodnight and good luck
Samuels here! Wheres Wolf? Fucking faggot. Salem was mine, bitch! Was that good enough, you fucking pussy? |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
AAAAHHH!
Satans getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us
Books on not giving a fuck is what theyre referring us
Wolves, I know you heard of us, were murderers
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us
You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
Instead, I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads
While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby
Im not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future, youre not in our categore
Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours
I hate this, screaming, Fuck patience!
Got a nigga shaking like the calmest, fucking Haitian
After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose
She running round this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
Victim, victim, honey, youre my fifth one
Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome
You got a fucking death wish? Im a genie, itll get done
Nice to meet you, but its more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup
Bitch, Im Tyler, The Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker
Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her
In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now shes scared and youre embarrassed
Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands
Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics
Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now its time to fish her like Derek
Satan says were dangerous, were trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jacksons trying to suck our dick
Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading squaders
Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer
They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my Chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yeah
This the type of shit that make children break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you dont love them til they heart thin
Starve her til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover
Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinsons disorder
Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland
Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossing the border
Ill be the only wetback who aint really touched the water
Cause Ill be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus daughter
Im awesome, and I fuck dolphins
Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfing
Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah
With your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister
Evident that Im the shit, Im the Pooh like Tigger dick
I got these cracker doctors saying, yeah Bob, this nigga’s sick
Animal safari, if I offend you Im sorry
Because Im the blackest skinhead since India Arie
I dont smoke weed, so no need for the matches
I said fuck coke and now Im snorting Hitlers ashes
I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma
Being the only bastard in a box logo casket
Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets
In some Kanye West glasses screaming out fuck faggots
Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dads dick
Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic
What the fuck?
I... Im speechless, that was... fuck
Shit, Tyler, youre gonna need some help
Im not a... fuck it, different subject
Hows that girl you were telling me about? |
Swag, 2011
Young Nigga
Sick to my motherfucking tummy
Bitch must think Im a motherfucking dummy
Because I dress bummy, bitch think Im broke
Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since Bastard, Clancys my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess shit thats weighing on Jasper
Ive never popped a bottle, but Ive fucked a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me halfway, bitch Im going all-in
And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that,
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist homophobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, its off, Im pissing
You think I give a fuck? I aint even stick my dick in yet
And while yall are rolling doobies
I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still excited like a fucking newbie
Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me
Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I aint have no hoopty
Four story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs
Just to see where my fucking roof be
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that,
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Wait a Goddamn second
Im tripping balls, David Beckham
Would fall cause shits going down
Just like Rodney King swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking bout freeing perms
And purchasing weapons, naming them and aim em in One Direction
It sounds like midgets in a Goddamn speaker
Any time you play this shit loud
But thats just me trying to get milk now
And the grunts of the goddamn cow
Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook suck my Peter
Pan camera, repeat procedure
And when the beat drop, have a goddamn seizure
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that,
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that,
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Cut it out!
I said I didn’t want no goddamn lettuce
I don’t want that shit
I don’t want your goddamn lettuce |
Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!
They say Ive calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Ummm
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I dont give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
You think youre getting cash, no bitch, youre dumb
The only thing that youre gonna get is this dick
Wait turn this up, bitch, this my jam
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee hes a goddamn nigger
And while youre at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I cum, I call your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram
And suplex her off a building if I get banned
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why yall so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, Im on
Your boy is bad to the bone
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if hes tripping off my sneak dissing
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a bimmer, E46
Have you heard 48? Motherfucker, Im great
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts for the Biebs, cause hes puffin the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike
Tire never pop like the puss on a butch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do go raw
Then I bust in her jaw like
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than the obese neck on Aretha
Now turn that snare down
Im back like Im Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus
Like, Youre going to jail now
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why yall so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, Im on
Your boy is bad to the bone
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck?
Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions
Yes, I can sir, where the lump is
Sicker than the last bar bold-er, I’m a CO
Colorado, fuck Michael, bitch, I’m badder than my BO
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
Yeah, buddy, this is my jam, na, na, na, na, na, na, na!
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no, fuck you, na, na, na, na, na, na!
Why yall so salty? Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, Im on
Your boy is bad to the bone
How many fags can a lightbulb screw?
Well if it has a dick, maybe two or six
And tell the NRA Im about to lose my shit
And shoot through Wayne LaPierres hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin
Hope my mom dont catch me, tryna set mood
Little Redtube, fuck lotion, I dont need lube, dry fist suits me
Up and down, friction make a fap fap sound
The shits kind of disgusting
Fap time and before I flatline
Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shits so damn embarrassing, like—
Oh, shit, aw, fuck
What the fuck?
Aw, Im sorry
Is that my shirt?
Yeah, sorry, I needed something
Clean that shit up, were going to the office!
Fuck |
Yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that cant put an 18 year old nigga
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Well, Tyler, hi, Im Dr. TC 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 the next day
So, just tell me something about yourself...
Well, look, if, if you dont talk, I mean, these sessions are going to go slower, so-
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought? This food for death, go ahead and fucking eat
My fathers dead, well I dont know, well never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano cause Im so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga Im Satans son
My mother raised me, a single parent, so its apparent
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, but probably not, fuck them
Im tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls: the only way Ill get my dick sucked
Suspended from school, coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on
Cause this album pack enough evil
That you cant fit inside a Jansport
Go to school with this
I go from AP to JC inside a fucking week
Waking up with random girls like Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?
I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet
Every time 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 that were slow as molasses
Take this shit to school
Raquel treat me like my father, like a fucking stranger
She still dont know I made Sarah to strangle her
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
All because she said no to homecoming, demons running
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
Im the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught, go to sleep
I wear green hats because Im fortunately lucky
Fuck me, the monster said, somehow the monsters dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
Im on my grind feeble, my music is either
A fucking sin or too illegal, play this shit in church
I graduated without honors or fucking father
He died No bitch, dont even fucking bother
I wanted a brother, my mother I told her
But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
Thats having our brains racing like Dayton
Wearing some fucking Heelys
I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me
But times Im so serious, you think Im silly
Im doing Big Style Willy couldnt touch 11
Seven, whats religion nigga? I am legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. cause I feel were more talented
Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci
When they have kids they havent seen in years
Impressing their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve them
Is to go to Fathers Day convention with a gold revolver
Lifes a salad, Im a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, Im so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasnt careless, protective she is the bear
The shit is so bare, my diary isnt hid
My father didnt give a fuck, so its something I inherit
My mom is all I have so its never meet the parents
When Danielle or Milan decide to fucking share
This confused boy, I wanna hug, oy
I’m bad for your kids to listen to, soy is not the choice
Im bad milk, drink it
Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say
Uh, who knows I might feel as Im evaluating
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never thats equivalent to me and Sarah
Well thats not her fucking name, but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if Im fucking, if Im kissing
But Im sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen
Cause I dont give a shit like sitting down pissing
Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries
Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
Losers can never win me, you can never offend me
My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momll attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, Im suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
Fuck a deal, I just want my fathers email
So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail
Wow, umm
So, Tyler, if you had the chance to tell him something
What would you tell him? |
Comparing scars before dinner
Jump off the roof into the mirror
Felt like summer to my December
Was it my August? Shit, I dont remember
I know my temperature was set
You finally flew south
The bird gon leave the nest, youre so chromatic
At least I had it
Instead of never
Or maybe Im too dramatic
Whether its rain or shine, I know Im fine for now
My loves gone, my loves gone
My loves gone, oh, gone
Or maybe its just a dream that I cant seem to wake up from
My loves gone, my loves gone
My loves gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
I know love is, is all I got
I just hope to God she got good taste
Could put you on some shit you never seen
Could play a couple songs that you could dance to
I hope you know she cant compete with me
Whether its rain or shine, I know Im fine for now
My loves gone, my loves gone
My loves gone, oh, gone
Or maybe its just a dream that I cant seem to wake up from
My loves gone, my loves gone
My loves gone, oh, gone
You kept me goin, the Band-Aid is falling off now
You kept me goin, the Band-Aid is falling off now
You keep me goin, the Band-Aid is falling off now
Going away, and now Im scarred for life
My love is gone , my love is gone
My love is gone , my love is gone
Ayo, its poison in that gumbo
Emotion, feel Dumbo
Ask me where my love go
That bitch walked outside the front door
Knock, knock, knock, knock
Im not shocked, I brought this on me
Its my fault, you gon leave
Lesson taught, see
The weatherman told me it wasnt rainin
My stupid ass brought umbrellas
I got a glimpse of your cloud and felt better
Now its 90 degrees, and all the tricks up my sleeve
Is drenched in sweat and delusion because I jet to conclusions
You got your thing, I got nothing but memories
I know your secrets, nigga
Im not bitter or nothing, I understand that
Everybody making a choice according to plan and
We had two different blueprints, but understood influence
You opened up early on, I thought I had a permit
You started buildin a bridge and turned it into a fence
Then my buildin got tore down all because of your new tenant
Ill just buy up some new shit, never down with a lease
You never lived in your truth, Im just happy I lived in it
But I finally found peace, so peace
I hate wasted potential, that shit crushes your spirit
It really does, it crushes your soul
Thank you for the love
Thank you for the joy
But I dont ever wanna fall in love again
Thank you for the time
Thank you for your mind, mind
But I dont ever wanna fall in love again
I said go, go
Thank you for the love
Thank you for the joy
But I dont ever wanna fall in love again
Thank you for the time
Thank you for your mind, mind
But I dont ever wanna fall in love again
Again, again
Again, again |
I dont know where I’m going
But I know what Im showing
Feelings, thats what I’m pouring
What the fuck is your motive?
Man, I wish you would call me
By your name cause Im sorry
This is not apology
You are such a distraction
Thats what T on, aw
Fuckin up my ambiance, pause
You drive me cuckoo and not car
Cause I want you like Leon Ware
Okay, say again it
Okay, wait a minute
I dread that shit, I am Anwar
Curiosity killed the feline, gone
I think Ive fallen in love
This time I think its for real
I think I’ve fallen in love
This time I think it’s for real
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
How can I tell you? How can I tell you?
I notice that youre there, but I’m always in your hair
And youre always under my microscope
Waste of bread, I need your attention
Im off balance, I need some fixin
I’m your puppet, you are Jim Henson
Fallen in love now
I think Ive fallen in love
Fell in love now
This time I think its for real
I think Im in love now
I think Ive fallen in love
I think Im in love now
This time I think its for real
How can I tell you?
How can I tell you?
How can I tell you?
How can I tell you?
How can I tell you?
How can I tell you?
How can I tell you?
Take em to the bridge
Four, four, four, four
I think Ive fallen in love
Fell in love now
This time I think its for real
I think Im in love now
I think Ive fallen in love
This time I think its for real |
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
Goes around comes around
What goes, alright, like like
Life goes in cycles
Everything that comes around goes around
Fore it goes down, get you some ice
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
Audemars before all of yalls
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
12 oclock, boy, silly nice, huh
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
E.T. on the handles, uh
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Throw that shit round your neck
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Uh, thats a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Raf movin slow like a creep
Shirt in the breeze like Im sailin
And I walk in my sleep, I cant help that
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
I couldnt get from nobody out there
Whens the last time I asked for some help that
I couldnt get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody
I dont get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And Im bikin
Im bikin with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TVs got the angles
Im brakin… got…
Bikin, Im bikin, Im bikin slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel excitin us mo
Im cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
On my lapel, at the table, Im givin a toast
The first wedding that Ive been in my twenties
Thinkin maybe someone is not somethin to own
Maybe the government got nothin to do with it
Thinkin maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Think I want me a lil one that look like my clone
Me and my baby cant do on our own
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
Im fuckin with Addy, Im watchin my dose
24 hours like they never close
Im bikin, Im bikin, Im bikin these blocks, yeah
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
Im bikin uphill and its burnin my quads
Im bikin downhill and it sound like a fishin rod
Savage, Im bikin, yeah
From Coldwater to the Shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you cant fuck with the boy
Thats my problem, yeah, I got em
My tire smokin when I stop
Okay, nobody fuckin with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, Im savin the streets
Im Roger Rabbit in the air
I dont care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date
I dont get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And Im bikin
Im bikin with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TVs got the angles
Im brakin
Got, got me fucked up
Got a million dollar bike
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Got a million dollar bike
Got a million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike
Got, got me fucked up, up
Million dollar bike |
For your boy
Im watching Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
Im tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors
Nigga
Money, money, money, money, money aint the motive
Whats your name again? Nobody knows it
Dont speak to me, nigga, you not important
Im focused
Bring in the horns
They say Im nutty, Im picnic basket
Im short of a sandwich, Im peanut butter
Boyce Watkins a faggot, please come and get me
Said I suckin at your neck, like a hickey, boy, Im sicky
Like a HIV victim, aint nobody fuckin with me
I got banned from New Zealand, why they called me a demon
And a terrorist? Goddamn it, I couldnt believe it
Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idols a nigger
I clearly dont give a fuck, so you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb the greatest fuckin album since the days of sound
And that shit gon pop just like that nigga that was never round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We aint lyin, we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler, The Creator sweatin Jesus juice
Put that fuckin cow on my level, cause Im raising the stakes
Mom, I made you a promise, its no more section 8
And when we ate, it was the steaks, now our section is great
Cause thats the level Im at, my nigga, pass em a plate
Ye!
Why, oh why, why, why dont they like me?
Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks
But Im the only nigga to ever check Nike
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where Im headin
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin
They say Im crazy, but thats the best thing goin for me
You cant lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin to me
I made a million mistakes, but Im successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of somethin
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me Are you still down? Yeah, my nigga
Its on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told they white daughters, Dont bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon; you can ask the deacon
Its funny, when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup?
Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck
Hold up
I studied the proportions
Emotions runnin at a Autobahn speed-level
Had a drink with fear, and I was textin God
He said, I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard, uh
For your boy
Im tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors
Im watchin Freak and Geeks, got a trampoline in my room
Damn
Hold your fuckin horses
Niggas really fuckin thought that T lost it
Like I bet it at a auction
Been exhausted, I been workin
While yall silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin losers
Hold your fuckin ponies, my homie
Ill whip your donkey by my lonely, I eat pussy like Shoneys, yeah
Its Tunechi, homie, Master of Ceremonies
I knock em down, Domino effect, no pepperoni, I swear
Its them Golf boys, like them Hot Boys
For the nine-nine and two-thousand
But its the two-thou and
The one-four and the one-five, yo, what up, Wayne?
What up, Slime? Nigga, go hard
Yeah, Ima go hard like before came
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad, and she give brain
Thats that road head , thats a dream car
Got a full tank of that same year I was born
Thats that one-nine-nine-one
Nother nigga like I, you wont find one
Cause, nigga, Im a god, a divine one; Tune!
My trigger finger wise, but my 9 dumb
Middle finger blind, so its fuck A-N-Y-one
Fuck, skate, and die son, a hundred ways to die, son
Im starin at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up
Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up
I stick my Rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda
Oh my goodness
Wayne, them bitches ugly
These niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye, we hittin models like Tony Parker be hittin bottles
Bitch, Im goin harder than yellow cabbies stoppin for Lionel
They be duckin us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy, lets get a scrimmage
And cut some niggas, Ill bring the Clippers
And a couple owners thats kinda German
You bring the nooses
And a couple trees, where the money grow
And get bodies burnin
Cause Im tryna hang like Im Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
My new musics all over the street like Erick Sermon was
Fuck us, maybe we should team up
Anti-Golf boys cause I dont fuck with me either
Im a liar, Im a faggot, ugh! Son, you need Jesus
But I heard he left Sunset to go on tour with Yeezus
Well, Im prayin for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin that we squash the beef like zucchini
I know, it aint gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange, nah, faggot, its Golf Wang |
Part 1 - FUCKING YOUNG
Day that I met you, girl
I knew that it was something special
But I couldnt put my finger on it
We met through mutual friends
And this is where the story and confusion began
Cause I was at nirvana but I had to pretend that I wasnt
There go the policeman, knocking at my door
Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat?
Or do I answer real confused like, I dont know?
Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more
She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when were bored
Theres nobody at the door, man, Im so paranoid
Fuck, cause
Cause girl, youre perfect, but youre too fucking young
And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up
And girl, you stole my heart but youre too fucking young
And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love
A six-year
Is a ten year
And with the on my skin
I dont want to be another
You bring me
And you fill a void that was once missing
And
There go the policeman, knocking at my door
Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat?
Or do I answer real confused like, I dont know?
Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more
She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when were bored
Theres nobody at the door, man, Im so paranoid
Fuck, cause
Cause girl, youre perfect, but youre too fucking young
And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up
And girl, you stole my heart but youre too fucking young
And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love
When youre 35, Ill be 41, and when Im 27, youll be 21
Yo, this is dumb, and when that time comes for that 1-8
Ill probably run, cause Im fucking terrified
Yo this is dumb, you should find someone else
Im not the one for you, shit, Im still growing up by myself
And mentally youre older than me and that shit doesnt help
Cause if they see you with T, theyll think T needs some help
So when you mention hang, Im thinking about a tree and a belt
And I dont want no relation, shit no relation
Ship when my dick is longer than my attention-
Span, its gonna suck if shit, hits that kitchen fan
And splatter on me like my dick in my hand
What? Im still fucking off, not good at ducking off
Because I found a goose that I like, but Im still running off
She gon want a nest, thats why I cannot get fucking caught
Thats a scary word, you could save that shit for the birds, um
But I found my wings, fuck
I really like you
I dont know what to do
(And when temptation calls, I never pick up
And girl, you stole my heart but youre too fucking young)
Funny thing about this is
By the time you hear this
It wont even matter
Ill be in the clear, haha
Its T and Uncle Charlie!
But youre too young
But youre too young
But youre too young
Part 2 - PERFECT
Boy I know, that we could be more
Than just friends, but youre scared
Boy I know, that we could be more
Than just friends, but youre scared
I know that there could be
Somethin for you and me
Whats your philosophy?
Youre scared, scared
And I’ll exit and wait a while
Just say the word girl
Cant you see the answers are all there
But Im just too blind to see
You and I are cut from different fabric
I wanna rock, I wanna rock with you girl
Dont be too material to see
But Im just too blind to see
Somehow, this world is such a struggle just to be
Fuck em all baby, its just you and me
But youre too fuckin young
And girl, I know that youre the one for me
And it hurts, it fuckin’ hurts
Fuck, cause youre too fuckin young
And, girl, I know that youre the one for me
And it hurts, it fuckin hurts
Cause youre too fuckin young
And, girl, I know that youre the one
That youre the one, for me
Cause youre too fuckin young
And, girl, I know that youre the one for me, yeah
I rock
I rock
I rock |
Yo, sing this shit, are yall fuckin dumb?
Eternal Atake
Gotta shoot two at her
Gotta shoot two at her
Blue cheddar
That girl, she got with my clone
I told that lil girl that she gotta just do better
Are you serious?
I swear my money get serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin it
She suck my dick til she get delirious
Okay, jump on the jet, so Im Clearin it
Okay, Port, but Im not talking New
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move, uh
Im on some whole other shit
I got a whole nother rich, Im on a new level
I was fucking on your bitch
She was ridin on my dick, she aint need two pedals
I swear these niggas, they bitches
I swear they all gonna snitch when my niggas go shoot at em
Niggas, they mad about this
Niggas, they mad about that, but its only if you let em
She save my name in her phone
Only thing she save me under is probably that U letter
No, I dont got provolone
Only thing in my pocket is probably, um, some blue cheddar
She tried to leave me alone
Then she got right with my clone, man, I hope that she do better
I know its blue cheese on me
But when I got fifties on me, I call that shit loose cheddar
Jeremy Scotts all on my feet
I had a cougar with me, so I call that girl Coretta
I am the richest nigga in my city
I can make it rain like no matter whats the weather
I know that girl, she got swag
But when it come to puttin it together, she could do better
I sent that girl a DM
She aint answer me, so you know that I gotta shoot two at her
Gotta shoot two at her
Ayy, gotta shoot two at her
Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar
That girl, she got with my clone
I told that lil girl that she gotta just do better
Are you serious?
I swear my money get serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin it
She suck my dick til she get delirious
Okay, jump on the jet so Im Clearin it
Okay, Port, but Im not talking New
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move
They try to cut me down when they say Im too low, woah, uh
I said, Turn me up, I cannot hear my flow, woah, woah
I aint never been no fool
Do what I want, Ima bend your rules
Ima take the dub, Ima win
I aint ever been no type that lose, yeah
Born like this, I aint did no study
Everything I got, man, I got it in a hurry
If I love you, better say that you love me
And if I trust you, better say that you trust me
Talk bout the bag, the mula, the guap
Im at the bank, only time that Im runnin
I said Im on the road, no, I cannot stop
Im runnin through obstacles, Im in a hurry
Woah, stop that
Told a fuck nigga just drop that
If you shoot first, we gon pop back
Margiela on me, lil nigga, thats not that
What you got on? Prada sweatsuit made of nylon
See my righteous girl, yeah, she say, Right on
When I hit that girl right with the light on
When I hit that girl, oh
Gotta shoot two at her
Ayy, gotta shoot two at her
Ayy, stay with the blue cheddar
That girl, she got with my clone
I told that lil girl that she gotta just do better
Are you serious?
I swear my money get serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin it
She suck my dick til she get delirious
Okay, jump on the jet so Im Clearin it
Okay, Port, but Im not talking New
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move
Lil Uzi Vert, doot-dooda-loot-doo, doot-doo
Thank you, Little Uzi Vert leaves
You posed to be standin still right now
Ready, set, go |
Yo, now you gon start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
Whats good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I aint playing games
But got some lil niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my Os, whoa
So cut the crap like shit barbers
Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains thats all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joystick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, yall sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
Im alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I dont sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Yall niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Yall cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCaps and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Paris
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I dont rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this aint a purse, its a satchel
Bless, at you, nah, I aint sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows dont clip, you get nip like its cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this aint a purse, its a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin and ramblin
Mumblin and rappin, mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
Im like Shabazz Palaces last acid hit, elaborate
Rap labs labyrinth, word to Kodaks Blacks Lazarus
CALLDROPS on the album skits
Ayo, Im the channel that you watch, Im the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way Im handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch, its me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I aint got a flannel as the top
And Im picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
Im a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You aint animal, you are, corn, hahaha, yeah!
K shiz, what up, nigga! |
1500
Mars..
Blood gang kill em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang
Kidnap a vampire, drain all his fuckin veins
Wolf Grey Jordans, use his intestines for the strings
Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a fuckin train
Sniff a fucking unemployment line of cocaine
Tie Lil B up to a full tank of propane
Swag, now watch him cook...and just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
Martians vs. Goblins, goons vs. the crooks
And since me and Tune had Viacom shook
I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook
Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pans nemesis
My powers limitless like Blanka on Sega Genesis
Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me
Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight pussy
Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian
Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian
Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian
We are not the same, I am a Martian
A year ago, I was poor, somewhat
Now my futures brighter than Christophers new haircut
Bruno Mars is still sucking dick and fucking male butts
In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from
I suck? Where the fuckin Ring Pops?
You got a better chance of getting a copy of Detox
Wolf Gang, we rock, crack rock and that shit was expected
Like Jayceon whenever he name-drop
Jesus, motherfucking Theresa
This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature
My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas
Getting chased by the polices on a full bred Cheetah
Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape
Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape
Dragging all you fags to the back of the log cabin
Fall back like Lebrons hairline against the Mavericks, he lost
Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian
Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian
Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian
We are not the same, I am a Martian
I do
Cause Lil Tunechi always bless me
He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you
Fuck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu
I fucked her on the day of that naked video shoot
I was sucking that pussy like it was wonton soup
Then I hit Lebrons mom in bron-brons coupe
With Delonte West taping, we had bon-bons too
With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too
So I smacked them bitches wearing Bishop Don Juans suit
I dont know, probably doing what the Crips do
But when Im with my uncle, fuck it! Then Im a Crip too
And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you
Now Im the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu
Mad that DC comics overlooked me
Cause Captain Americas straight pussy
Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian
Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian
Bitch Im a muthafuckin Martian
We are not the same, I am a Martian |
Sawed-off, I eat those
These clothes, they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Dont give a fuck about these hoes--
Hold on, hold on, hold on, run that shit back!
I want the Black kids to like me for this one, man
Trashwang! Woah!
Illegal CIV!
Trashwang! Yo!
Golf Wang!
Trashwang!
Bitch, Im with the fucking extras
Big dog, cup full of egg nog
Dont give a fuck bout shit but clips and Camp Flog Gnaw
Sawed-off, I eat those
These clothes, they free though
Straight from the back of the Supreme store
Dont give a fuck about these hoes
They just slob knob in New York shows
Thirsty for the clips till Im not flow
Pusha Georgia trip, bitch I got it poppin
Me and Jasper going coffin shopping
Nose of the board see a lotta boxes
Bitches see the boy and they mouth be frothing
Chain is glossing
Bitch
Trashwang niggas
Thriller, we the killer
You can tell Im Golf Wangin
By the fucking stickers
OF or Wolf Gang
My niggas is my niggas
Dont let them skateboards fool you
Know niggas that pull triggers
Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up
Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up
Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up
Trashwang, nigga, roll a blunt
Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up
Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up
Trashwang, nigga, thats whats up
Trashwang, nigga, roll a blunt
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, yeah, them niggas is swell
Tighter than a straight nigga going to jail
Locked in a box, nigga, off them socks
I can finally afford the bail
My bitch isnt bad
Shes pretty normal looking with a real nice ass
Now hop off my dick, what it be
Bitch, Mob, Task, Force, Lil B, nigga
Speaking of the devil
Yall niggas cornier than kettle
Yall couldnt smoke crack or heroin
In a Black Ops plane and reach my level
Ate some bugs and I made some carats
Fuck yall niggas bullshit, yall cherish
Im 21, I threw a party but…
Difference is, yall didnt have a Ferris
Wheel
55 grams in that blunt, nigga
I face that
Just copped that motherfucker bimmer, nigga
I race that
Keep talking that shit
Ill pull your card
Get chipped like that nigga from Stomp The Yard
Dont fuck with Jasper
He a retard
Kill your motherfucking grandma and have your family scarred
Might fuck around and be a goat named Felicia
Sorry, got a little excited
Its probably all the meth Walt Jr. provided
Wolf Gang up in this bitch
Red Riding Hood is pissed
Somebody tell Megan and Sara to come and suck a-
Trash Wang niggas
Thriller, we the killer
You can tell Im Golf Wangin
By the fucking stickers
OF or Wolf Gang
My niggas is my niggas
Dont let them skateboards fool you
Know niggas that pull triggers
Bimmers for days
White bitches is slaves
Niggas aint with that warfare
My goons got aim
100 racks before 18
200 before I hit 6 feet
Nigga we bout it bout it
Yo bitch try to suck my dick
Holding up my chain
Versace Flocka Flame
Pull up in the tank
Cock back and aim
Spitting my verse wearing gold fangs
Im loading up the nine shouting Golf Wang
Your bitch tattoo
It say my name
Sachee Santana
Nigga bird gang
Supreme team
Seventh veil
Paying all these ratchets
Phone bills
Bills, bills, bills...
Yeah
Yall niggas thought it was a game
We shutting the motherfucking shit down now nigga
Its over for you bitch niggas
Im here with my nigga nasty Nak, Mr. Versace
Wolf Haley in this motherfucker
Jasper The Motherfucking Dolphin
And my nigga, Mike G
We taking this shit over
Its shut down for you bitch niggas
I got the Tec
Im bustin at yall bitches heads nigga
Fuck all you niggas
Its getting hot in here
Odd Future Wolf Gang bruh we Kill Em All
Golf Wang sticker on that Trash Wang
Nigga knows that OF popping -- Loiter Squad, Flog Gnaw
OFWGKTA yeah you niggas know them seven letters long
Yeah, Wolf Gang up in this bitch
Golf Wang up in this bitch
Litter Life up in this bitch
OFM, banging on your motherfuckin FM
Nigga, fuck you thought this was, nigga?
Haha
Click-click |
I fucked this flow
This is my electronic press kit, I hot as some fresh shit
Nigga, recollect, bitch, grow grey hairs, dont stress it
I text message, messages to fuckin estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her, then, she sexier than my leather Vans
Cause I never am, purchasin, reimbursing your courtesy
Put your body on the curb to work the street, I hearse the streets
Heard she sweet, she Hersheys sweet, but me, Im extravagant
Hop on the bandwagon kid, Im about to tell you some tragic shit
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio, mixing raw
Bitches shit in my drawers, like you piss in my drawers
Nigga, my dicks in her jaw
Im Wes Snipes with lead pipes, dont dabble with the apple
Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple
Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
Nigga, Genghis Khan mansion, we the Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons
African drums for when the champ come, bitch!
Suicide, watch, nigga, kill yourself
Opposition who? Nigga, reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter Cell creepin in this bitch, you couldnt feel the stealth
Wolves are prowlin, hunger at its fucking best
Im a beast, like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please, let me flex, Im going off, I need some fuckin bread
Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin head
Excuse our swag, Im tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we looking like the living dead
Oh, shit, yo bitch, look at how Im doing you
Bitches on my dick, but look at me, Im fucking beautiful
Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews
Is why this so cool? You niggas are so unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops
The fortress is fortified
Money in my pockets like Im 45, Hodgy Beats recording live
Bitch, I be surely high, and I dont need wings to fly
Im in the air with the pigs, Left Brain, Domo Genesis
Knock-knock, whos there? Its me
Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick
I killed that pussy, and grabbed that knife
Now, I got real authentic cheetah print shit
Nigga, dont believe me , kiss your lady
And boy, youre gonna get them heebiejeebies?
Nigga, my dick stay way disease-y, I make it look easy
51-50, Im off the Heezy, and you aint got no fuckin Yeezy?
(5 albums, 100 songs, and you aint got no fuckin Yeezy?
I bet you got some J-Kwon, you aint got no fuckin Yeezy?)
Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, Im fuckin Looney
See these girls talkin all that shit
Im just tryna see some tits
Lets get it poppin like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
Im, out this bitch, like, Hocus pocus
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with some bitches, gave em cum on their dimples
Then, my dick went limp, so, took about three pills of Extenzo
Now, my dick longer than a five-door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from Kimbo on PCP and cilantro
When Im with your bitch Im like, Where my dick go?
Now, she think Im bout to eat her whole
Enchilada, I gotta lotta that Preme and Im paying nada
It seems that Im product placement, but Im not, Im just fuckin awesome
Yo mama look like a ugly loser |
Brr, brr, brr, brr
Ring, ring, ring, postman
Who this?
Telephone call from Yung Carti, said its lit
Call the young lord A$AP Bari, he legit
And the young boy Ian Connor off the shit
Fuckin with them boys out of Harlem or the 6
This is Gosha
Man, I pay for pussy? No sir
Ridin coaster
Roller coaster, chauffeur
I got money bags
Ima bag your bitch, Ima buy your bitch
Ima cash this shit, Ima cash this shit
Cash Carti, bitch, Cash Carti, bitch
You can have this shit, you can have this shit
Godfather rap, nappy plaits to the back
James Brown swag, Papas got a brand-new bag
And I dont know how to act
On or off the record, might go axe
Harlem back up on the map
True New York will knock the Apple out you Jacks
Pop your Snapple cap, pop facts
Gucci and Dior biddin wars
Who wore the piece before they hit the floor?
Not even shit you see overseas in stores
Who else but me? I know you seen the Forbes
Commend your boy, I been the Lord
Holy tabernacle, Mister Smack-Your-Favorite-Rapper
Greedy for the fat guys platter
Killin niggas even though black lives matter
Weak stomach, flow make em throw up
Steppin stones, Im your stepfather
Tell Tyler, better step his flow up
Mix the pour up with the Pepsi Cola
Nextel or the Motorola
Young nigga prolly never grow up
Postman with the telephone, uh
Ring, ring, ring, postman
Who this?
Fuck with Taco, fuck with Jasper
Fuck with Lionel, man that shit is gon get sketchy
Shirt is striped, my shorts are short
My Vans are Vans cause Tyler does not fuck with Giuseppe
Fuck the Gucci, fuck the Raf
And fuck the swag and all that other shit they wearin
Fuck the Rolls and fuck the Rari
Fuck the Lambo, Tyler only ride McLaren
Niggas think they really on because they trappin
Made about like 30 thousand
Fuck the party, threw the carnival
Attendance this year was like 30 thousand
Shoppin, ballin, opal fire diamonds shinin
Make sure my sapphires glistenin
Make the shit, I wear the shit
They cop the shit, its Golf, you bitch, you niggas trippin
Im a businessman, you aint never been the man
Nigga tax bracket changed, like have you seen my home?
Crib got a tennis court
Get my Venus and Serena on
Golf in this bitch, better ring the doctor
Ambulance come when I hit the scene
That boy flier than a bag of bees
I got my flowers, lifes a jeweler
Diamond, fingers size of a tumor
Hes a genius, have you heard the rumors?
Hes a winner, no not a loser
Fuck passin blunts, pass my niggas opportunities
Goddamn, Im hot, man, Im not scared to freeze
January, Hawaiian shirts
Boy this weather aint got a thing on me
Wheres the mirror? Im that nigga
Kunta aint got much shit on me
Cause Im a master, I hit my own back
To be like, Yall boys, my nigga
Fuck that, its Golf, bitch
Doin it for Yams, ayy, ayy
I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy
Thats been way before Instagram, ayy, ayy
I used to serve it to your mans, ayy
Postman, who this?
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, Gleesh, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk |
Yo, Im a hot and bothered astronaut
Crashing while jacking off
To buffering vids of Asher Roth eating apple sauce
Sent to Earth to poke Catholics in the ass with saws
And knock blunt ashes into their caskets, and laugh it off
Twisted, sicker than mad cattle, in fact Im off
Six different liquors, with a Prince wig plastered on
Stop screaming, bitch, you shouldnt be that alarmed
When Big Lips is in the attic, armed with an addicts arm
Earl puts the ass in assassin
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
Puts them in a pan and mixes it up with scat
Then gobbles it like fat black bitches and catfish
It so happens that Im so haphazardous
Ill puke a piece and put it on a hook and fucking cast the shit
Im askin that you faggot rap actors take action
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
How the fuck I fit an axe in a satchel?
Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal
Party staff baffled, asking where her ass go
In my room, redefining the meaning of black holes
Go on, suck it up; but hurry, I got nuts to bust
And butts to fuck and ups to shut and sluts to fuckin uppercut
Its O.F., buttercup, go ahead, fuck with us
Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked
Ask her for a couple bucks, shove a trumpet up her butt
Play a song, invade her thong
My dick is having guts for lunch, as well as supper
Then Ill rummage through her ruptured cunt
Found the mustard
Fucking nosey neighbors notice somethings up
What you doing? – nothing much
Would shout some other stuff
Got to fucking bounce, guess the bouncers had enough of us
Fuck 2DopeBoyz
Eat my dick, Ill eat ya ass!
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, fuck them niggas man
Get up off the pavement, wipe the dirt and vomit off
DopeBoyz hating, but them faggots is a lot of talk
Cotton soft pussy, them Odd niggas is Molotov
Cocktails; fucking toss one in your apartment, dog
Wolf Gang, we aint barking, nah
Try talking on a blog with your fucking arms cut off
Put in a carpet and watch it get auctioned off
The Ace tell Shakes daughter
Were sorry, but papas gone, bitch!
Odd Future Wolf Gang, nigga
Fuck them 2DopeBoyz niggas
Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Em All, dont give a fuck nigga
Litter Life nigga, stay pop nigga, whats good?
Earl, what up nigga?
Fuck Steve Harvey! |
Nah, no, nah, nah, fuck that. Niggas think cause you fucking made Chum and got all personal that niggas wont go back to that old fucking 2010 shit about talking bout fucking everything-all. No, fuck that, nigga, I got you. Fuck that
Grab mittens, who have to spit blizzardous
Actually, flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, eight nickels of hash, delay quick, and then
Dash to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the business of smacking up little rappers with
Racquets you play tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying then hide away in the shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and filetted sentences
Advanced apathy, smashing the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an antagonist Dan-dappered up
Ha, vagabond, had it since a Padawan
Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, mama and some food, beer, tag along
Get a nice spanking, uh, new Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezel stop, dead and wrong
Get em higher than the pitch of metal tea-kettle songs
Four deep in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, niggas know that its the
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G, G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
50k for the last check
But the Dollar Menu still be on deck, nigga its the mothafuckin
G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G, G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
Yeah, the misadventures of a shit-talker
Pissed as Rick Rosss fifth sip off his sixth lager
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards like the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longer
Or a swift fist off your chin from his wrist-launcher
Chick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and came straight back like pigs posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy women
Bruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot em to a ditch, chewed and booty-scented
Too pretentious, do pretend like he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick
Thaw it out, toss it right back like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit
Posing nigga try to disrespect
Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak
Cause its the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G, G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
Looking bummy, posted on the block, like I aint make
A quarter million off of socks, nigga
Cause its the G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G, G-O-L-F-dub-A-N-G
Bitch niggas
Wolf Gang
Golf Wang, nigga
Trashwang, Loiter Squad
Yeah
Stay off the block, niggas
You not welcome
Circa ’08, bitch! Yeah |
No, dont shoot me down
No, dont shoot me down
No, dont shoot me down
You so motherfuckin dangerous
You so motherfuckin dangerous
You got me by my neck
Thats why these other niggas lame to us
Cause all these other niggas lame as fuck
We show em no respect
When the times right, yeah
When the times right, baby
When the times right
No, dont shoot me down
Take your hoodie off, why you hide your face from me?
Make your fuckin mind up, I am sick of waitin patiently
How come youre the best to me? I know youre the worst for me
Boy, youre sweet as sugar, diabetic to the first degree
My spidey sensies got me on the fencies
Whole squad in Ginza, travel bag by Balenci
Big dawg hittin big wheelies on the six speed
No, dont shoot me down
You so motherfuckin dangerous
You so motherfuckin dangerous
You got me by my neck
Thats why these other niggas lame to us
Cause all these other niggas lame as fuck
They show em no respect
When the times right
When the times right, baby
When the times right
No, dont shoot me down
Oh, you passive-aggressive? Oh, you fakin youre mad?
Oh, you wanna go home? Cool, you better call you a cab
I aint takin you home, yeah, Im brushin you off
Cause this parka is Comme, youre my favorite garçon
Dont leave, stay right here, yeah, I want you right near
You invited me to breakfast, why the fuck your ex here?
Well, lets see if you round a god around this time next year
No, dont shoot me down
No, dont shoot me down
No, dont shoot me down
No, dont shoot me down
You so motherfuckin dangerous
You so motherfuckin dangerous
You got me by my neck
Thats why I start to think its lame as fuck
When the times right
When the times right, baby
When the times right
No, dont shoot me down
Youre a gun cause I like you on my side at all times
You keep me safe
Wait, wait, depending on, you know
You could be dangerous to me
Or anyone else
Look, they be bringin us up
Yeah, like now and again
Give a fuck what they talkin bout, I see you as a 10
Ima leave it at that, Ima leave us as friends
Cause the irony is I dont wanna see you again
Stay the fuck away from me
Stay the fuck away from me
Stay the fuck away from me
I aint gon repeat myself, but stay the fuck away from me
No, dont shoot me down |
You wouldnt do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone. You dont even have the balls to begin with. What you need is me, someone to talk to, uh, its been a while since our last session. So, tell me whats been going on
Im not a fucking role model
Im a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams
Since Kanye tweeted telling people hes bumping all of my shit
These mothafuckas think Im sposed to live up to something? Shit
Im still jacking off and proceeding my life careless
But getting more pussy cause I tell bitches Im Wood Harris
Philly to Paris, Im getting these weird stares
At skateparks and airports all in a year, its weird
Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked
Now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked
He still hasnt called me yet
But thats 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 and grandma could stop cooking
Them nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat
Bastard intro, how the fuck Im gonna top that?
Tyler, youll top it, youll top that, youre a very capable individual
Okay, you guys caught me, Im not a fucking rapist or serial killer, I lied
You know, you just want attention, youll be fine
I try too hard, huh?
No, you dont
Made a couple thou and I just dont know what to buy yet
The preme shit is free and I dont drink, so fuck a wine set
Nigga, fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity
Im fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity
Oh, thats a triple three six, isnt he a devil worshiper
Cause Im too fucking ignorant to do some research?
Im the star of the group
So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you
What you think I record it for?
To have a bunch a critics call my shit a bunch of horrorcore?
Like I didnt make Parade or Inglorious
Cause Im too scared to tell my friends the way I really fucking feel?
Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin off
In the tombs of Lara Croft, Im getting pissed off
Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiver
Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they full of flavor
Cant they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing, living out his dreams? Why they got to fucking hate?
I think everyones happy, everyones immature, everyone loves you Tyler, you have to believe that.
I dont even skate anymore, Im too fucking busy, I can barely kickflip now.
Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time when youre at home?
What the fuck you mean Im not talented? You see the shit that Ive been doing?
I have, I mean youre a great person.
I mean, Im not that great of a rapper but as a whole, Im pretty cool, right?
People excited, thinking shit is so tight
Getting co-signs from rappers that I dont even like
What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic?
And start Jackson him off until his cack blasting off?
Fuck that, These niggas aint fucking with me
Cause I dont listen to the Immortal of Tech-of-the-nique
And all this underground bullshit thats never gon peak
On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week
Id rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T
And some Waka Flocka Flame instead of that real hip hop
Thats bull-of-the-sheet, but they want to critique
Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released
But they dont get it, cause its not made for them
The nigga thats in the mirror rapping, its made for him
But they do not have the mindset thats same as him
Im not weird, youre just a faggot, shame on him
It is, but Tyler, youre going to have to cut down on that faggot word, thats very, thats a bad...
Im not homophobic.
I mean, I dont 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, theyre really random and its ADD.
Who doesnt have ADD..? Well, I dont.
I mean, sometimes, you just say really outlandish things and we just want to know, whats the problem for this?
I wish Thebe was here.
Therapys been sinning and niggas getting offended
They dont want to fuck with me cause I do not fuck with religion
You see, thats my decision, you fuckers dont have to listen
Here, put this middle finger in your ear
When someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47
At 47 kids, I dont wanna see my name mentioned
College wasnt working and I wasnt working
So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting
But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait
Cause the four days that I went, I wasnt learning shit
Now Im living dreams that I wanted since eight
And can afford to get my mother something on her birthday
They claim the shit I say is just wrong
Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone
Im just a teenager, who admits hes suicide prone
My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now
Wow, lifes a cute bitch full of estrogen
And when she gives you lemons, nigga, throw em at pedestrians
(So, what are you saying, take advantage?
I mean, youve been doing pretty good, Ive seen that)
I still live in my grandmas house
Sell out a fucking show in London just to end up on couches
I hate my fucking 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 Im playing when I say I need counseling
I sit in grandmothers living room and just pout
And shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to die
Odd Future came from the bottom
And its gonna take a couple armed armies tryna stop em
All you fucking lames dont have to like me
The devil doesnt wear Prada, Im clearly in a fucking white tee
Whoa, umm, alright, uh, so you was telling me you went to New York... |
When youre having fun, fun
When youre having fun
Out the window
Find some time, find some time to do something
Find some time, find some time to do something
Find some time, find some time to do something
Ah
Boredom got a new best friend
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Boredom got a new best friend
Na-na-na, na-na-na, oh-na-na-na
Oh, oh, oh
Find some time, find some time to do something
Find some time
Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom
Boy, my bedroom floor is a cereal burial, Im serious
I ate em all, dry boxes, bodies, yeah I caught em
If were talkin bout real meals, ask my stomach, he aint saw em
Ive been in this fuckin room so long
My eyeballs are turning to drywall
My friends suck, fuck em, Im over em
Hi yall, yall aint hit me all-day
What the fuck is the problem? Is it me?
Cause Im not solved, Im... bored
Find some time, find some time to do something
Find some time, find some time to do something
Find some time, find some time to do something
Bored and getting desperate as hell
Cellular not amusing and I hope someone will
Message me with some plans that are amusing as well
Cause I haven’t seen the exit of these walls since before this morning
Morning, morning, morning, morning
Got some cars I can handle but nowhere for performance
My stomach angry and yellin, I need some food, I could order
But I hate eating solo
Need someone, we can loiter in parking lots
As sunsets at the border, yeah
Ringy dingy dong, I cant be alone
I been starting to feel like I dont know anyone
So now Im staring at my ceiling fuckin blowing
Like I have no idea where Im going
Tick tock
Find some time, find some time to do something
Find some time, find some time to do something
Find some time, find some time to do something
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Tick tock
Boredom got a new best friend
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Tick tock
Find some time, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time
Rides over, we got some tickets to see s- |
Something real, yeah
Baby
Oh nah, we dont do backpack
Haha, my pick up line and shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got your bitch movin
Call me when you get lost
Aw, you look malnourished
Lets get some bread, fry it in egg yolk and drown it in syrup
You pick a spot, I pick a tail number and we could be tourists
Lets go to Cannes and watch a couple indie movies that you never heard of
Listen to bands, groove and we dance
Disco in France, smell some perfume, head in the wind
We can switch off
I can show you how you can really exfoliate skin
If you got a man, you should cut it off
Get your passport cause we runnin off
We can sit and talk
You can tell me everything thats on your chest, baby, get it off
You are my type, you a bright light
Im like a moth, this is not a game
But before we start
Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name?
Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name?
Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name?
Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name?
Yeah
What is your name, what do you bring?
I think that I got what you need
And Im willin to do anything that you please
Im tryna get down to the root of the apple
The deepest I could in them jeans
McLaren like Sonic, cant speak, no
No, you cant hit my lean, no
Baby, tell me where the piece go, cause Im lost
Your body compared to the fashion
I hope you aint proud of the shit that I bought
Cause money, it dont mean a thing
I value the times that I take you out
One minute, its a beautiful scene
Then it probably end with me bein took out, woah-oh
Think slow, cause I move fast
Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name?
Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name?
Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name?
Whats your name, girlfriend, whats your name?
Yeah
Since when did I bring a C5?
I wanna know your name
I feel like I had your name
Oh-oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh
Stop playin and let me pay your momma debt off, haha |
Dont kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon
You dont have to hide
I can smell it in your eyes
That theres something more to say, baby
Them words
If I could, if I could
If you could
Find the words to say
Find the words to say
Find the words
In the garden
Shed
Go
Dont kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon
Ayo
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
For the garden
That is where I was hidin
That was real love I was in
Aint no reason to pretend
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
Garden shed for the garçons
Them feelings that I was guardin
Heavy on my mind
All my friends lost
They couldnt read the signs
I didnt wanna talk and tell em my location
And they aint wanna walk
Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase
Thought itd be like the phrase; poof, gone
But, its still goin on
Big fan of the beige tan
Polka dot nose, how it goes
Had to keep it on the subwoofer
A couple butterflies wanna float
But I was always like, Eh
Barely interested, but bagged just to brag to my boys like, Bruh
This is a crucial subject matter
Sensitive like cookin batter
Til the temperature thats risin
Steppin on that ladder, tryna
Grab the rings of Saturn, Ima
Planet by the time you hear this
Shit and chatter bout the heat
It will not fuckin matter |
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
Id like to talk to you
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
Id like to talk to you
I hope you answer
Hey Dad, its me, um...
Oh, Im Tyler, I think Id be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brains splitting
Dad isnt your name, see Faggots a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you aint have any fucks to spare
You Nigerian fuck, now Im stuck with this shitty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs
So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career
But fuck it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see
A world I wasnt supposed to, Im stoked that I didnt know you
But sucks you aint give a fuck and considered a sperm donor now
The fuck is an Okonma? Im changing my shit to Haley
And I just aint being passive, nigga
You a fucking faggot, nigga
Got a show on Monday, guess who aint getting no passes, nigga?
But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga
And call him...
I hope he answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
Id like to talk to you
Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, Im a selfish fuck
And I aint sharing green as if Im facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgys an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldnt call it
Supposed to be gone til November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgic
Ill call her number
But she wont answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
Cause when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I hope you answer
You claim to hate my fucking guts
But say Im on a island in Thailand and I was wilding
And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts
Phone aint got no service, this 3G is fucking worthless
Day is getting dark like the areas turning urban
Youll be fucking nervous like me inside of a Churchs
But, Ima get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer
The last verse was about this girl, haha |
Ayo
I wanna talk, I wanna call you and talk
I wanna walk to your front door and knock
After I start my vehicle
Drive to your city cause we live an hour apart
Land at your driveway and put it in park
Then do the third line of this verse
Then back to my house and we pack up our bikes
And we ride through the park, chase the sun
God, thats all I want, other than air
Oxygen and financial freedom, yeah
I want your company, I need your company
I want you to want from me
I cant maneuver without you next to me
Its so complex to me
What do you need?
Do you need bread? Do you need this?
Do you need a hug? Do you need to be alone?
I could wrap this up and get the fuck away instead
What is your wish? It can be granted
Youre number one, one on my list, see, I am Santa
Where is Rudolph? Youre parasitic
I do not have self-control
I am startin to wonder
Is this my free will or yours?
Im your puppet, you control me
Im your puppet, I dont know me
Im your puppet
You control me
Im your puppet
Im lonely
Cause Im your puppet
You control me
Im your puppet
I dont know
Im your puppet
You control me
You lost, son, and youve been tryna find your way to me
Ayy, to me, hes on somethin that I hate to see
A to Z, nah son, Im gonna take a breathe
Run a thon, I just stop and Ima take the breathe
...on a...
...on a...
First, light the weed
First...
First...
First...
First...
Breathe on a song
Breathe on a song
Breathe on a song
But at some point, you come to your senses |
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Uh!
Runnin, runnin’, runnin, runnin
Uh!
Heaven, heaven
He’s coming
Ridin round town, they gon feel this one
Ridin round town, they gon feel this one
Ridin ’round town, they gon’ feel this one
Ridin, ridin’ round town, they gon feel this one
Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes open
Got my, got my, got my eyes open
Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes open
Got my eyes open
Oh, yeah
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Hes comin’
Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Hes comin
Ridin round town, they gon feel this one
Ridin round town, they gon feel this one
Ridin round town, they gon feel
Ridin, ridin round town, they gon feel this one, oh
Im ridin, Im ridin
Oh, yeah
Im ridin, Im ridin, yeah, Im
Igor
What?
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down
Dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-
What?
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
What, what, what?
Got my eyes open
Got my, got my, got my eyes open
Runnin, runnin, runnin
Got my eyes open
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what?
What? What?
What? What?
Got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my, got my
What? What? What? What? |
This is joy, this is summer
Keep alive, stay alive
Got your metal on , were alone
Making sweet love, takin time
Til God strikes us
Thats a pretty fuckin fast year flew by
Thats a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin on the 5
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty fuckin, underneath moonlight now
Pretty fuckin, sunrise in sight
In comes the morning, haunting us with the beams
Solstice aint as far as it used to be
It begins to blur, we get older
Summers not as long as it used to be
Everyday counts like crazy
Wanna get soaked?
Wanna film a tape on a speed boat?
We smell of Californication
Everything grows in the Congo
Everything grows
Can you come when I call again?
On comes the evening, gold seeking ends
Piece in my hand worth twice than a friend
And two limbs over shoulder, carried away
Because Im stronger and the Congo is dim
In comes the morning, ah
In comes the morning, ah |
Went to Six Flags, six fags came up
And said Ayo! Can we get a pic? I said no
And they said Oh! Its Wolf Gang, Yonkers, Goblin is my shit though
Now Im like, fuck, I dont want to be an asshole
So Im sitting there posing with Travis, Devon
With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
So fucking annoyed cause I missed Goliath
Cause some kid said I was there, then they caused a riot
Now Im surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed the top with the box logo
And them fucking ears, guarantee they didnt even hear Bastard
They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo
Im going fucking loco, Hey, Tyler, can I...?
No, bitch, dont you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?
But Tyler, youre my hero, I used to get bullied
Until I heard Radicals, the last part got to me
See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleed
Now Im the happiest I think Ill ever ever be
My life is just like yours, no father
My momma must have forgot to stop with a popped condom
In school I was the one that was thinking outside boxes
So everybody in them would say that I got problems
So when I heard you say it, I said it back like fuck em
Youre an inspiration to niggas like me
Not the niggas who just like you cause of lyrics and beats
Im talking bout the niggas who dont know where theyre going to be
I heard the song Bastard right in the moment of heat
Not in summer, but of course, I was holding a heat
Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard that first piano chord
And it drew me in like predators carrying treats
Then I said to myself, Fuck, is he speaking to me?
See, me and you, we go together like snare and a beat
I mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm?
I carved OF on it this morning with a glass shard
On my green mini ramp that I built in my backyard
Thats hard, that scar from playing air guitar
When I see you play at the Roxy
Tyler, I love you, wanna be just like you
I think about your face and I dont even fucking try to
Wish I had a basement meant for me to hide you
We could play Xbox and listen to In Search Of... and eat donuts
Over conversating bout what church does
Come up with weird-ass videos with roach bugs
Im straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip
And Raquel that bitch, you shouldve killed that bitch
You shouldve took me instead
See, if you cant have her then he shouldnt neither
And if I cant have you then she shouldnt either
No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt
I worship you until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbing
I know it seems like Im just slobbing on your knob
But Im just a fan and I aint losing my fucking noggin
I aint got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about 5 times
Cause I love you man
I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees
I like pants thats cut, I like words like fuck
I got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut out
Now paper cuts on my balls because your dicks in my jaw
And I hit you on Twitter about 10 minutes a day
And now Im bitter cause you dont even reply with a hey
And my boys think Im gay cause I play VCR
In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors...
All right, my nigga, calm down, its getting weird, take this pic
So I can get on Colossus, line as slow as molasses
No, nigga, I see youre loving my shit
And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick
But Im not gay so its awkward, now Im grouchy like Oscar
After spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige Dockers
Yonkers and Yonkers Sick of hearing about Yonkers
Im grateful that it worked, I attacked and I conquered
Yeah whatever but I had a fucking blast at that concert
I was at the Boston one, I got a t-shirt from Sagan
The one that say Sagan Lockhart and when you came out to Sandwitches
Thats when my fucking boy-crush got started
Just take this fucking picture man, shit... |
Poppa aint call even though he saw me on TV, its all good
But now my balls, balls deep in this broads jaw
Swallow girl, its just nut
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah, they heard Im fuckin nuts like the swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in the back of the cabin
Camp Flog Gnaw, nigga, you can tell by the badge
Im sick of hacking and coughing, Im often this fucking awesome
Im animal, Noahs arking, all from this rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like What the fucks an apartment?
Get shit poppin like Peters pores during puberty
Take bets on how quick Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well heres my dick for gratiturity, bitch
Shut em down!
Nigga, shut em down!
Shut em down!
I tumble-crush on huzzy sluts, give money up then nutty butt
Professor Nutty Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch
Like, what the fuck? Im drunk as fuck, turn the fucking music up
So I cant hear these stupid fucks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss
Youre talking too much, who the fuck are you to us? Uterus
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I dont begin moving up
Im shooting up, you and her crew on turf, new dessert
I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt
I can smell the whore on a bitch when she flock around my crew to flirt
Its on ya shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah, its the movement first
Fuck a human nurse! Im ill I used this earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news, my only motive is to
Skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew
You can drink piss and eat a dick in a few, the sickening view
Of visuals, woo, Ill eat your ribs, Im a wolf
Then meet your kids after school, and give them drugs cause its cool, fucker
Shut em down!
Nigga, shut em down!
Shut em down!
Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga, lets smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit thats green
A little purple and pink, come get some Swisher Sweets
About three or four more than needed be
I got a eighth I could face, I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape, I could taste it when Im inhaling the vapes
You could smell us in places when we walk in our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts; and what the fuck is this? Uh...
I think this Mary is laced; my heart is beating at paces
That Pacquiao cant relate Im fucking faded like gradients
Shit, Im stuck like the tape thats superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist
Its like my first date with Mrs. Mary, the shit is scary
The paranoia from this marijuanas very heavy, Im lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel, pass the sherm
Lets use the Philly as a dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit
Cmon, my nigga! You dont even smoke, you weak as fuck, my nigga. You do not smoke, no tucks, my nigga. Youre as weak as f- you’re butt my nigga. Oh, mark ass nigga, Cuh, oh my God, bro. Here come this weak-ass nigga, Samuel |
Turn my lights on
How the fuck you quiet with the mic on?
I dont get anxiety, you Sam Bowie-ass niggas
I just get my Mike on
Yall said I wouldnt go nowhere, I took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the seashore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If the cops ask my name, bitch, Im Igor
Yuh, ayo
Yeah, yeah
Lets go, lets go, I aint playin around
Red nose, red nose, all you niggas is clowns
Niggas turning it up, well, shit, Im tearing it down
Hard to believe in God when there aint no mirrors around
Whats up?
Uh-huh, ayo
Uh-huh
Yeah, yo
Bitch
Running til the rims fall
Had them niggas and the cops looking jigsaw
I done fucked around and turned into the big dog
Better get God, get caught? Bitch, I think not
Yeah, new suit, new boots, same nigga, like what?
Lukewarm-ass niggas always wanna talk
Im hot, Im heat to the core like Earth
Dont touch, dont go, niggas might get buck
Yo, yuh, ayo
Yeah, yeah
Lets go, lets go, I aint playin around
Red nose, red nose, all you niggas is clowns
Niggas turning it up, well, shit, Im tearing it down
Hard to believe in God when there aint no mirrors around
Whats up?
Whoop, uh huh
Yeah, bitch
Yeah
I see the light
Now didnt I tell you motherfuckers
Um, I see the light
To pay attention and to keep your motherfucking eyes glued to the man thats in front of you?
I see the light
Thats what the fuck I expect all yall motherfuckers to do
I see the light
Dracula, Dracula, Dracula
Suck me first, I might get back at ya
Is that shit clear? Check the aperture
Hahahahaha, I cant laugh at ya
This the shit that make you nervous
Bout to go buck wild, nigga, Steve Irwin
Sick of that Claren talk, Im on my third one
Niggas talkin reckless, I never heard em
I see the light
I see the light
I see the light
I see the light
I see the light
That car crash couldnt take me
Green haired angels all around me
No answer why, no tears to cry, bitch, Im alive
That wasnt my endpoint like v-neck
I aint have nobody to cheat on, I cheat death
New album, no repeat, I reset
Everything I deliver special like G. Dep
Two of em, I total, Kima, Pam
Me and death, the universe played middle man
Quick nap, kick back like horse, eyes shut
Loud sound, no scratch
Motherfuckers really thought I died
Hoping they could take a spot
Nigga not knowing that Im one of one
And they some Helen Keller-ass niggas
And I got my eyes open now I see the...
Light
I see the light
You never wanna meet a motherfucker like me
I see the light
I see the light
I see the light
I dont know whats harder, letting go or just being okay with it |
Random disclaimer!
Hey, dont do anything that I say in this song, okay?
Its fucking fiction
If anything happens, dont fucking blame me
White America, fuck Bill OReilly
Four, three, two, one
What the fuck I look like? Saying Im sorry
To a bunch of fucking fags that cant potentially harm me?
I aint never gonna bow down to your expectations
By the way, I got sixty fucking wolves thatll guard me
That skate hard, Thrash black hoodies, try something
Make sure your fuckin feelings end up up in a Glad bag
Fuck all your opinions, Im tyin em with a shoestring
And fuck the fat lady, its over when all the kids sing
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical
Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical
Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical
Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical
Odd Future, Wolf Gang
We came together cause
We aint have nobody else
Do you?
You just might be one of us
Are you?
Fuck cops, Im a fucking rockstar
Rebel and defiance makes my motherfucking cock hard
Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards
Fuck school, Im a fuck up? Fuck Harvard
I aint got no fucking money
I aint got no motherfucking daddy, he aint teach me shit
Child support aint come, that faggot still aint bought me anything
Fuck the fat lady, its over when all the kids sing
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical
Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical
Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical
Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical
They want us to go to they schools and
Be fucking miserable at they fucking college, studying that bullshit
Fuck that
Do what the fuck makes you happy
Cause at the end
Whos there? You
Fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical
Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical
Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical
Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical
Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical
Im fucking radical, nigga, Im fucking radical
Im fucking radical, Im motherfucking radical
You hear that, nigga?
Thats cult shit right there, nigga
Wolf Gang!
Fuck everybody else, nigga!
Stand for something, get money, nigga!
Wolf Gang in this bitch, nigga, we sixty deep
Fuck with me, nigga
Odd Future, nigga
Stand the fuck up!
Im not saying just to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes
What Im trying to tell you is
Do what the fuck you want
Stand for what the fuck you believe in, and dont let nobody tell you cant do what the fuck you want
Im a fucking unicorn
And fuck anybody, who say Im not
Wolf Gang
Fuck your traditions, fuck your positions
Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions
theyre not mine, so you gotta let em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Fuck your traditions, fuck your positions
Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions
theyre not mine, you gotta let em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Fuck your traditions, fuck your positions
Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions
theyre not mine, so you gotta let em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Go
You gotta let em go, let em go
You gotta let em go
You gotta let em go, let em go
You gotta let em go...
You gotta let these shits go, man. Its not making sense to you right now, but... all these little dreams you got, theyre not shit. All this rebellion, all this crazy shit you got, saying this shit... getting too old for this shit, man, you gotta grow out of it. Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger. You gotta look at reality, understand that shit, so you dont get caught. Im just being real
Nigga, fuck you
Im just trying to help you, man, trust me
Look, I mature day after day, nigga, you dont know shit, youre a fucking therapist
Whatever |
Uhm, I said, the party isnt over
We could still dance, but I dont have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with me
The party isnt over, we could still dance girl
But I dont have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
Like me, like me
Uhm, I said, the party isnt over
We could still dance, but I dont have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with me
The party isnt over, we could still dance girl
But I dont have no rhythm
So fuck it, take a chance with a nigga
Like me, like me
Yeah, um
All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows
Motherfuckers getting lynched and burned
I earned it, my Flog Gnaw badge is looking good
On this brand new jacket
The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin
Now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here
Hurry, quickly I need a piece of Hersheys
Darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking
I centered the mellow over the graham
Heated it too long now, its melting over my hand
Fuck it, Ill bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it
Camping with my niggas, its so fucking exciting
Were making smores by the campfire
Camp Flog Gnaw, Golf Wang summer
Sat by the fire
To witness gentle, but radical
Transformation ceased to be mindless
Create our own sweetness
At last growing the heart
Yo bring the bass back in
Yeah, haha
Who ate all the fuckin chocolate?
Oh thats Domo fat ass, haha
Yeah
I aint trying to go home, really
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
But its not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl Im trying to key up
And your headlights are off, Im trying to see em
But its not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash
Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame Impala
And Im sharing Slurpees and you aint even begin to swallow
You’re fucking nuts, green top we coupled up
Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler
Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?
Maybe, I don’t know, I think you’re chill
Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs
And a seatbelt is needed if I get between em, yeah
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
And you got a lot of drive, I’m trying to keep up
But its not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer
See your ignition, baby girl Im trying to key up
And your headlights are off, Im trying to see em
But its not a lot of miles on ya meter
So let me start it up and smash
Mmmm it’ll get dark outside, soon
Where the street lights trail
You ain’t gotta lie to kick it darling
It’s cool we’re moving slow
You remind me of my bimmer
A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater
You got a lot of drive I’m trying to keep up
But its not a lot of miles on ya meter
You remind me of my bimmer, smash
You remind me of my bimmer
Where you been, man?
Oh, I had a drop off to make real quick. Hey, have you seen Salem?
Oh she with that new dude, Wolf, or, Darnell, whatever his name is
Fuck that nigga, man. Hey you know where they went?
I seen em going down by the lake
What the fuck!
You good man? You need some sherm? I got some
I got a can of these baked beans too |
Odd Future
Wolf Gang
They are them
We are us
Kill them all
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, bitch, bitch over there in the yellow, come on
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Say it loud!
Like you mean it!
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature
Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?
To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?
Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang
Who the fuck invited Mr. I Dont Give a Fuck
Who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks?
Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough
And fuck rolling papers, Im a rebel, bitch, Im ashing blunts
Full of shit, like I ate that john
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
Lets buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
With nice homes, 401ks, and nice ass lawns
Those privileged fucks got to learn that we aint taking no shit
Like Ellen DeGeneres clitoris is playing with dick
Im jealous as shit, cause I aint got no home meal to come to
So, if you do, Im throwing fingers out screaming fuck you
I got ten of these Kennedys
Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery
Preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy
Im fucking bout it, bout it, like Im Master P in 96
Its fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
Surprised she hasnt taken gymnastic dick inside her alley-oop
The Golf Wang hooligans is fucking up the school again
And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again
Im going harder than a midget jumping over me
Chronic youth, Im shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries
Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be
Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know its me, ugh
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, its the Wolf Gang
Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them
My love is gone for you mami, you could ride in hearses
Im sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this?
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches
Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit aint even worth it
In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch
You told me God was the answer
When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer
Im stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle
Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr
Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Wolf Gang, its the Wolf Gang
Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Its the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang
Wolf Gang, triple six crew
Its the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang
Wolf Gang kill them
It was hilarious, well it aint fucking funny now
Ill push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds
Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks
Im right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank
Free Earl, thats the fucking shit
And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks
Um, Wolf Gang, thats the fucking clique
Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Fuck 2DopeBoyz, all them niggas bitches
We dont need yall, The Faders who we really fucking with, bitch
And we dont fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, Wolf Gang |
Uh, addicts arise when I arrive
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side
Bitch, reach for the door, get your access denied
Im not an asshole, I just dont give a fuck a lot
The only time I do is when a bitch is screaming Tyler, stop!
The big bad wolf; to me, youre just a minor fox
Red Riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock
We the niggas you scared of like bad dentists
Flow is anthemic, dirty like its plants in it
Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis
To have a bitch ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit
Your whole gangll be diminished, bunch got the Bradys in it
Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it
Fuck rap, Ill be a landlord so I can rape the tenants daughter
Leave my house with a new stomach, and a baby in it
Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carri—
Augh! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, stop!
Why did you do that?
Say sorry, say sorry!
Sorry! Im sorry as fuck!
Say sorry!
Im sorry as fuck, ow, ow!
Say sorry!
Im sorry! Dont look at this!
Say sorry
Dont look at this, ow stop!
Say sorry!
Ow! Stop fore you fuck something up!
Say, Sorry!
Say, Sor-
Sorry, sorry—Uncle!
I fucked this nigga eye up man haha
Face it, me and Ace is sick like malaria carriers
Jim Carrey her to the cemetery to bury her
Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her
After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
Took karate, mommy told me Tyler toughen up
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta learn her
Ill beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, Ike Turner
Over, sloppy seconds is my preference
Except for when Im feeding on the flesh of a pedestrian
Nessy loch monster stop Will he though? Probably not
Silly hoes lick my balls like FIFA lollipops
Get the certain tingle, eating Häagen-Dazs
With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle
Watch an Animal Planet document on the Eagles
In the flyest 06 Supreme beanie, Sigel
Your grinds feeble, Im regal, really, Im Willy Smith
I am Legend, a snicker dick in a vanilli chick
Come take a stab at it faggot, I pre-ordered your casket
This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit
Hat is always forest so the bitches call me Gump
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
Fuck her in a Hummer while I rape her then I put her in a slumber
Its not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her
Known narcissists, sipping on arsenic
Carved carcasses in the garage, dont park in it
Hard as finding retarded kids at Harvard
Its Wolf Gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit
Over the edge, yeah I hide in a potato sack
Cause Im cold as ice like Anasia when she fucking Traq
Im the type to put you down to bring myself up
So when I rape a bitch I hold her down and get my best nut
The reincarnation of 98 Eminem
60 Crip and Grizzly and some RMK Denim
Pay attention Im stabbing your women friends, like a gentleman
Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again
White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like
At monster madness doing drive bys on a fucking fixie bike
Fuck it, moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton
Oxymoron like buff faggots playing sissy dikes
This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop
Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
Slys little shop of horrors, now showing
I hate gays, gangbangers and fucking jerkers
Unless its gay gangbangers, thats fucking jerkers
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, Im not gay, faggot
Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang banging in your system
Probably banging in your sister
With my children swimming in her system
Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo
You dont fucking skate, take off that box logo |
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, November...
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup
Ayo, What if Clancy fuckin me over?
What if Who Dat Boy is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if Im hustling backwards?
What if my accountant aint payin my taxes, fillin his pockets?
And IRS show up asking me questions I couldnt answer
Cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy aint got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And Im only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day-ones turn to three, fours cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck-fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments thats across from Bank of America?
Damn, I would be hurtin
Writing all of these songs cause Wy-Fi wasnt working
Last year, in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, lifes kinda perfect
Oh, is it really? Oh, is it really? Bitch, you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy, how I Milly Rock
When they cant relate him, when they start to hate him
They dont drive these cars, so whats their ultimatum?
Tell me, whats your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer, 06, I remember the...
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last? Let me pull over, quick
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, whats up?
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November, and I was performing and Lil Wayne rapped with me, I think I cried that night
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was... my brother took me to my first concert ever, which was to Kanye Wests Glow in the Dark...
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I aint doin fine, lost my mothafuckin mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I kn—
My November is right now
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance
The lyrics are—
Matter of fact, Ima just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, Ill play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon say back
At that point Ill hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you dont Ill leave a voicemail with the playback
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone |
Alright, um, Wolf Haley, Odd Future, Wolf Gang nigga
You know what, you know, fuck it
I dont even wanna go
Im gonna let my little brother Earl Sweatshirt get on you niggas
Hey Earl, hit em...
So Im guessing theres questions that need addressing, huh?
Like how we fresh in our adolescence and wrecking em
Hand em tracks, he destined to make a mess of em
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds, check em son
Lost an erection and found it in an aggressive nun
Fucking chin-checking punks til hes outta breath and done
No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
Chilling for a while on a pile of the rest of em
Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer
Its the rap monger, rap monster, Earl Sweat, attack, conquer
Lose least, niggas lost like the last blanca chica
That we picked up at the last concert
Please, get out your seat, get out your seat, verses written with scalpels
Hes the junior king standing out shouting on the balcony
How come hes not in counseling? Fuckers loud while hes sound asleep
Heard he was dope as Sour D, nigga, was Courage cowardly?
Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we raps alpha team
Mr. Teen and Mr. T with a mouth full of powder
And a nose full of chowder, hes chopping up all the doubters see
Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories
Fuck with the Wolves, we starting to bark viciously
Catch us in a pile of bodies where dead bitches be
Box Logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand
That Bastard was buzzing like Woody so we get it for free
Had to duct tape the mother goose; the mask was off
I stumbled down a hill then I had Jill jack me off
Harder than my dick when Taylor Swift is in my basement
Cause Ive been doing this since Pooh fucked Christopher Robinson
Wolf Gang knitted on my cotton like some smelly
Dirty rotten nigga picked it from a cotton gin
Do not give a fuck Ive got the swagger of a virgins dick
But if I did it would be bigger than Earls upper lip
Sip sizzurp, Supreme on my shizzirt
I munch a bunch of tacos with Waverlys favorite wizard
The favorite nigga turned into Freddy Kruger
And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer
From the palms of Jeffrey Dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Beat like the brown lip balm that was made for Rihanna
All you fucking bloggin faggots yappin up that extra shit
Ill shove Bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement
Them 2DopeBoyz is fairies theyre Peter like boysenberries
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a Jim Carrey twin
A fuckin sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then
2DopeBoyz dont want beef, theyre just overweight vegetarians
Fucking faggots
Wolf Gang, Kill Em All
Dont give a fuck, litter life
Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator
I mean, Wolf Haley
Fucking radical
Haha Niggas murdered this shit, know what I’m saying
Odd Future Wolf Gang, know what I’m saying
Fuck them dope faggots my niggas
We don’t give a fuck nigga, we a wolf pack my nigga, we keep you up barking and shit nigga
Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what I’m saying, yall niggas 40 and shit still in the game
These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out all that shit, know what I’m saying
Give me a iced out motherfucking Odd Future donut chain, like fuck everybody else nigga, Wolf Gang |
Runnin out of time, runnin out of time, runnin out of time
Runnin out of time to make you love me
Runnin out of time, runnin out of time
To make you love me
Secrets
Oh, you spin my head around
I been lookin for it
I been runnin out of spells
To make you love me
Secrets
Keep it up
To make you love me
Wade in your water
Your waves wash over me
I drift to the deep end
Dont save, dont save, dont save
Its a low tide
I found peace in drownin
Runnin out of time, runnin out of time, runnin out of time
Runnin out of time to make you love me
Livin in pretend
Keep it a buck fifty, fuck
Are you livin in pretend?
Are you–
So
Take your mask off
I need her out the picture
Take your mask off
Stop lyin for these niggas
Stop lyin to yourself
I know the real you
Dont save, dont save, dont save
Halloween aint for a minute, lose the costume
You need to chill, okay
Been runnin from the targets and em back in the day
And now they working their all, another track out the DAW
Actin a fool, actin a ball, we packin the park, yeah
But Im still runnin
Out of time
Of time, of time
Runnin outta
Of time
Still runnin outta
Of time
Still runnin outta time
Time
Yeah |
Ayo
Lets take it back to them days
Counting sheep on Sadie Hannahs floor
Carpet was my baby mama
80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured
Rent-A-Center calling everyday
Nobody home, theyre knocking on the door
Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
In toys I only dreamed that I could afford
Now I roll through Okaga
I ride to California
These frog oval goggles
Im leanin out the window
OJ shinin on me
Simp sun shinin on me
Slick circles float roll
Out this world
Yeah, yeah
Run it, run it, run it, run it
I rock, I roll, I bloom, I grow
I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow
I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow
I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow
Aint nobody fucking with T, but that just may be my ego
But dont be too cool, you might freeze
Because niggas get stuck in the cold
Shit weighs a ton
Water your garden, my nigga
Tell these black kids they could be who they are
Dye your hair blue, shit, Ill do it too
Look, I smell like Chanel
I never mall grip with my manicured nails
I coconut oil the skin
I keep the top low cause the follicles thinnin
But other than that, man, it feels like Im winning
Went from statistic to millionaire
CNN doubted cause my skin is dark
Then they forget when I get in my car
These frog oval goggles
Im leanin out the window
OJ shinin on me
Simp sun shinin on me
Slick circles roll float
Out this world
Yeah, yeah
Run it, run it, run it, yeah
I glow
I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow
I rock, I roll , I bloom, I grow
I rock, I roll , I bloom, I—
Flower boy T, nigga, thats me
Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree
Took a lil while, nigga makin leaves
Keep it in my branches so my family can eat
Favorite color green, energy is skrong
Giving niggas life, birdies and the beez
Droppin them seeds, not what you want
You dont know what I keep in the trunk
Ah, shit!
Ahh, ahh
Ahh
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it
Run it
Run it |
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go?
I stick to the plan, thats the goal
Fuck these niggas man, man, man, man
Check my bankroll, ayo, 400K for vehicle
Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django, interior look mango
Shotgun grape, he look like mayo
Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo
Swampy niggas out the bayou
Pockets flooded, yall be dilute
Watered down, Im Big Mac
Im quarter pound, you chicken nugget
Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
Financial advisor buggin, Flower Boy is buzzin
Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin aint nobody fuckin with him
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go?
I stick to the plan, thats the goal
Fuck these niggas man, thats for sure
Say
Uno the shoe, red with the blue
Look like a flag, what the fuck it do?
Golf be the set, no more OF
Like Ron Artest, bitch, we aim for your neck
Give a fuck about you or your respect
Yeah, that way, fuck your accolades
But I made the cut like I pack a blade
You could call me Brush, Ive been makin waves
Since Ashley Banks cousin had a fade
But thats 92, Im 91
Watts Riot in my blood, nigga whats up
And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup
Lemonade, yeah its Minute Maid
I been gettin paid, pockets gainin weight
Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but thats up to you, haha
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends, where they go?
I stick to the plan, thats the goal
Fuck these niggas man, thats for sure
Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me
Skin glowin, clear of acne
Diamonds see-through, so holographic
Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey
Spent dinero like Taxi Driver
Handmade is that thing with tires
But I rode the bike and Vill tail behind me
And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah
Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation he will go grab the iron
And he do what I says like Simon
And my bitch mixed like jambalaya
Man, fuck with the fam, we in Japan
Bitch you’re a bum, see you dont understand
Yeah, I cut off some friends, T where you been?
Bitch Im in Bel-Air, been lookin for land
Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand
Got enough rocks, see, check my hand
And I got crack, watch how I talk
And its still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark
Wallace still trippin on shit that I bought
But I really do not care the cost cause...
Man, now they go
I cut off some friends |
Da na na na na, da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby
Youve been on my mind
Im losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends
Fireworks, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
Youre the one that I needed in my life
Youre the one that I needed in my life
Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?
I never been the darkest one cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with yall niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I aint give no fuck
They aint build me up so I block em like Lego
Feelin glitter, feelin good and great
Got the burner, got the heat, like wait
Got the shit, its all up on that hip
Ill use it on myself on the day you dip
Got that 4, 5, 7, track 8 for me
Baby doll, I hope you agree
Because you light my
Fireworks, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
Youre the one that I needed in my life
Youre the one that I needed in my life
Cause I love having you around
Cause I love having you around
Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy
This is one sided, yeah, I cant lie
We aint gon work out, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, got it, memo
Pale skin see-through, must be a window
Cause you aint an L, could be a DJ
When I see you, my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, thats what I want but I cant
Thats who you are but I aint
We can track 10 skiptrace, Im caught in your quicksand, wait
Please dont save me
Ooooh
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
We didnt get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection
Fuck |
Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio!
Were going to dance
And exercise
And have some fun
I aint got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I aint got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I aint got time
Boy, I need a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy, I cant believe it
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First, happy birthday!
You bitch-ass nigga, yup, Im thirsty
Them little shots that you threw, they aint hurt me
I aint fuck with your bitch-ass in the first place
I aint got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I aint got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I aint got time
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
But youre a house nigga, so you dont know
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
Cause you already know how slow my shit grow
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill
When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil
Next line will have em like whoa
Ive been kissing white boys since 2004
One me, two feet, three Ms
Four, five, six years ago sucked
Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
Cause Vans fucked up
Ima read commas, you gon leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you aint did nada
You aint important
Ima keep sporting
All smiles over here
Shout out to The Garden
And I just handle all my business like a chessboard
And at them Golf boys? Thats my motherfucking set, boy
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
Walk weird cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
With a Skywalker, riding round solar
Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
Getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster
And the bread orthodox like I eat kosher
Shout out to they gave a big loaf of
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
Whats that thick odor?
Young Millie T
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
Better talk shit
Cause Im either in my Cons or my Golf shit
Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down
Im Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down
Yeah, right now
Cause niggas dying every day and I aint light brown
And i-D aint wanna give a nigga no post
So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
Listen, man, Im that boy
All you little niggas clones
Boy I fill that void
You better kill that noise
Turn around and remap route
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
Tick, tock
Bitch
Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Cause I aint got ti-
Sugar
Oh!
Youre so sweet
Fuck?
They should call you sugar
Cause youre so s-
Hello? |
Dream
Just dream
Long ago, long ago, long ago
Dream
Just dream
Are we still friends? Can we be friends?
Are we still friends? Ive got to kno–
Know
If we can still see each other
Shake your hand, say hi
Long ago, long ago, long ago
I cant stop you, I cant rock too
Ive been back there and I can not die too
But Ive got to know
Are we still friends? Can we be friends?
Are we still friends? Can we be–
Are we still friends? Can we be friends?
Are we still friends?
Are we still friends? Are we still friends?
Are we still friends? Are we still friends?
Are we still friends?
I said, are we still friends?
Are we still friends?
Dont get green skin , keep contact
Dont say, Goodbye, smell you later
Nah, I cant
I dont want to end this season on a bad episode, nigga, nah
Bouncing off things and you dont know how you fall
Your power is drained, so you cannot go through walls
Youre caught in this matrix, dont know where you play it
You hate it, it could be your favorite if you make it your friend
Are we still friends?
Are we still friends?
Are we, are we, are we, are we still friends?
Oh woah
Cant say goodbye
Cant say goodbye, goodbye |
Ah, whatever goes around
Eventually comes back to you
So you gotta be careful, baby
And look both ways
Before you cross my mind
Did you ever wonder, yeah, do you ever wonder?
What he might be going through on his own, and
The demons that hes facing alone
I hate that sometimes I cant go home
And it just aint the same on the phone, no
But everybodys gotta go on, dont they?
Yes, we do, baby
So if you need a hero
Just look in the mirror
No ones gonna save you now
So you better save yourself
And everybodys hurting
Everybodys going through it
But you just cant give up now
Cause you gotta save yourself
Yeah, gotta hang on, baby
The sunll come out, nothing good ever comes easy
I know times are rough but winners dont quit
So dont you give up, the sunll come out
But weve been struggling endlessly
Someday well find the love
Cause after the storms when the flowers bloom
Kali, what you mean? I take it offensive
Cause Im the hottest flower boy
That popped up on the scene
Feeling better, better than ever
Cause your umbrella, -brella
Sun is beaming on me like headlights beaming on Bambi
Now lets pretend the street is the room
And you are a Camry, cause you drive me candy
The Tito to my Randy, now lets produce some thrillers
My chocolate wit yo vanilla, uh
The sunll come out
Nothing good ever comes easy
I know times are rough
But winners dont quit
So dont you give up
The sunll come out
But weve been struggling endless days
Someday well find the love
Cause after the storm...
I know its hard
But did you even really try?
Maybe you could understand
When all you had to do was ask
And just open your mind
When everything is passing by
And all you had to do was try
Yeah, all you had to do was try
Try, try, try, try, try
And all you had to do was try
Try, try, try, try |
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didnt—
Oh, my God, I never seen nothin like this
Haha, thats what my mom was sayin
She, she was cryin and shit
It was, she was just like, This shit is beautiful
It was a beautiful moment
You alway– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back
Cause you, you never know
You never know where the fuck you gon end up at
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didnt pull out
MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap bout?
Whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out
Too far? Five hundred stacks for the hood
Call me lumbеrjack cause I wish a nigga would race
Do it like I? This thе wish-a-nigga-could face
They aint gettin paper like they should, wait
Niggas aint really on the type of shit he on
I hit Drizzy and told him I had a milli for him
I own my companies full, told em to keep the loan
I took that gold bitch home, niggas was big mad
I put that bitch on the shelf to let it ventilate
And bought another car cause I aint know how to celebrate
That big boy, that big bitch for all weather
It never rain in Cali, came with an umbrella
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didnt pull out
MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap bout?
Good credit score, this card really cant max out
Too far? Five hundred stacks for the hood
Call me lumberjack cause I wish a nigga would race
Nigga this the face, man I wish a nigg—
Its different, its really different
Ayo, I might just sled in Utah, LA is too warm
My nigga tall, he look like a bitch, I call him Mulan
Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons
Niggas can not fuck with performance of magic , new wand
Thats my nuance, used to be the weirdo
Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed
Used to treat me like that boy off Malcolm in the Middle
Now Im zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
Rolls-Royce pull up , Black boy hop out
Nah, I cant take this shit no more, man, I quit
Thats it, I quit, I swear to God, nigga
Fuck niggas talking to me about? Close yall fuckin faces
Quality Wednesday music
Wish-a-nigga-could face
Oh yeah, you asked for it
Wish-a-nigga-would face
Fuck you mean, nigga? |
No, no, no, no, no, no, listen, listen
The driver gon drop you off
Alright, its warm
The waterfall is crazy
I dont know, make somethin up, tell him somethin
Uh, come on
Still on the boat
Call me if you get lost
You and I, we fell in love
I aint read the signs, aint know what it was
But God gotta know he might have peaked when he made you
The cosmos only mistake is what they named you
They should call you sugar, youre so sweet
Well, they should call you sugar, cause youre so sweet to me
Well, they should call you sugar, sugar, oh, youre so sweet
Cause, baby, youre the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest thing Ive known
Baby, youre the sweetest thing
Even if
You left me out here stranded, my feelings wouldnt change a bit
You know how I feel, baby
Infinite
The love I have for you, a diamond couldnt put a dent in it
Darling, youre the wind under my wings
My heart beats triple time when I see you
Somethin I cant control
If I compared you, the sun is a stand-in
You got a smile that could light up a planet , yeah
And I just wanted you to know
They should call you sugar, youre so sweet
Well, they should call you sugar , cause youre so sweet to me
Well, they should call you sugar , youre so sweet
Cause, baby, youre the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest thing Ive known
Youre the sweetest
They should call you sugar, youre so sweet
Well, they should call you sugar , cause youre so sweet to me
Well, they should call you sugar, youre so sweet
Cause, baby, youre the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest
And you look so good
And you smell so good
And you taste so good
And youre so, so good
Youre the sweetest
Yeah, you are, ha-ha
Sweet like, like motherfuckin brown sugar sweet potatoes
Or somethin
Ha-ha
The plan was to stick my toe in and
Check the temperature, but
Next thing I know, Im
Im drownin
Appelle-moi si tu te perds
This here for the sunseekers
Run the track
What makes you think
Im not in love?
How could you know
Whats best for us?
Why am I here
Standing alone?
Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance, yeah
Youre so good to me
Yeah, it felt good to me, yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah
Youre so good to me
Yeah, it felt so good to me
So, what makes you think
Im not in love?
And how could you know
Whats best for us, us, us?
Why am I here
Standing alone?
Because I thought you wanted to dance with me
Honestly, its all about the timing, yeah
I aint mean to lead you on, because
Him and I got some things that were trying
But my energy belongs to you
I want you so bad, but not too fast
Its not your fault, we cant pretend
Because we both in the wrong
So what makes you think
Im not in love?
How could you know, know, know
Whats best for us?
Why am I here
Standing alone?
Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance, yeah
Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance
Cause I thought, I thought you wanted to dance
I thought you wanted to dance
I thought you wanted to dance
I thought you wanted to dance
I wish that we never met, I wish that we aint connect
Like Lego, connection good, but mixed signal
If you say so, like cardio
We stared up and down, but we didnt blink
Felt like dirty dishes cause we was in sync
I swear to God, if you and him never linked
Id tear that ass up like somethin was stole
Id make them glass balls roll back to your skull
Call a tail number, where you wanna go?
The fuck do he got that I dont got a lot of?
There go my ego again, thats the problem
The fuck you expect? I go get what I want
I want you to say you pick me with your voice
Im twenty-five up, but I cant buy your choice
You promised to me, but thats not the point
You got me out here smokin joints
You got me out here losin point
Im cancellin shoots and Im cancellin—
Im hitchhiking, you pull over, so invitin
The seat got my name on it, but who driving?
He hiatus, we spend time, and we repeat and we rewind it
Your headlights? It hit my eyelid
Love is blinding, yall together? Dont remind me, so confusin
What we doing? How yall doing?
Oh, you choosin him? Okay, I gotta cope with losing, fuck
I aint been sleepin well
Twin, Ill never tell
Stay busy so I dont think, cause downtime is when it sink in
I stare at old pictures, I, I thought you wanted to dance
I thought you wanted to dance, I
Maybe, maybe
Whats the chance, though?
I wish that we had better timing
Ill save a dance just for you
So dont forget about me, ba-ba-ba-da
Ill save a dance just for you
I wish that we had better timing
Ill save a dance just for you
So dont forget about me , ba-ba-ba-da
Ill save a dance just for you |
My soul cries out Hallelujah and I thank God for saving me
I thank God for...
Here go all your problems again
Three, two, one, youre pinned
Uncle now he back in the pen
Auntie shut down again
Did she finally come to life?
Ever wish you had another life?
Ever wish you had another life?
Ever wish you had another life?
Dont you wish the night would go numb?
Ive been feelin low for so long
I aint had a high in so long
I been in the dark for so long
Night is always darkest fore the dawn
Gotta make my mark fore Im gone
I dont wanna die alone
I dont wanna die alone
I get mad when she gone
Mad when she home
Sad when she gone
Mad when she home
Sad when she gone
Floatin on a silver lining
Yeah, you know where to find me, ridin on a silver lining
And my God wont deny me, tell the Devil, Get behind me
And all the stars are aligned, lift me up every time
You know exactly where to find me
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah...
Did those ideas ever really come to life?
Make it all come to life
Make it all come to life
Prayin for a change in your life
Well, maybe its gon come tonight
Sadness settin in again
Three, two, one, youre pinned
Uncle right back in the pen
Tell me how auntie been
Took your thoughts and penciled em in
Shouldve wrote em down in pen
And maybe theyll come to life
And maybe theyll come to life
Sadness settin in again
Three, two, one, youre pinned
Uncle right back to the pen
Tell me how auntie been
Thoughts, you had penciled em in
Probably shouldve wrote em in pen
And maybe theyll come to life
They could finally come to life
They could finally come to life
You know where to find me, they cannot define me
So they crucify me, how so fazed when I leave?
Come and purify me, come and sanctify me
You the air that I breathe, the ultra-ultralight beam
Brought a gift to Northie, all she want was Nikes
This is not about me, God is still alive, so Im free
Floatin on a silver lining, floatin on a silver lining
So when Im free, Im free |
Knock-knock, mothafucks, its me, Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Aint been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace or lie in it, life aint got no light in it
Darker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby wheres my fucking pipe?
Dress my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife
This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites
Grab Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang Roscoes for the night
To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
Nigga fuck it though, going hard as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows
Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
Had a blast out in Europe, had a Swedish bitch licking toes
Thats how it goes, designing clothes
Cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all this money will make a happy me?
But Im bout as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat
Everybodys sparking but me, and I keep coughing
Cant keep calm in this spots hot box and Im getting nauseous
Hop in the car, ride to Saugus, and head straight to the office
Pissed off at Jasper because thats some faggot shit called Pink Dolphin
I roll here on a mean unicorn
Green hat, Vans, Golf top is the team uniform
Downing that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Something like a lez, Im forgetting my damn manners cause
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy
When youre alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark lock box and they start rummaging
Shit youve got to battle with, wishing they could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, fun and grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house
So I hit the Dead Sams, and we went biking it out
In a black hoodie, with an Arizona and a bag of Skittles
Just to see what all that fucking hype is about
Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, ay?
Cause everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasnt present that day
I was with Whitney smoking, sitting at the dock of the bay
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy
Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
While my friends cant afford little pizzas from Little Caesars
And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I dont feel bad when they not eating
Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman
Im never civil, fuck Lincoln, Preme out the bag its no wrinkles
Im okie dokie and loopy and booboo nana and caca
If you think Im fucking koo-koo, try talking to my shrink then
Hey...
Bitch.
Im right here.
Yo, whos that..?
Thats Salem, thats my girlfriend. You stay the fuck away from her alright?
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy |
Bitch, fuck!
You have a question?
How many cars can I buy til I run outta drive?
How much drive can I have until I run outta road?
How much road can they pave until I run outta land?
How much land can it be until I run in the ocean?
Niggas go with the motions and all the plans
See, I was never into the beaches and all the sands
See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows, and posies
Fallin outta my pocket, but yall want to know if I swam to cool down
How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans?
How many fans can I have until they turn on the AC?
If the AC blow up, well then Im TNT, Im gone
Im gone and Im finished
And I aint seen my friends in a minute
Guessing nothing lasts forever
Yeah, nothing lasts forever
Nothing sticks together
Sick of sitting in doubt
Please let me figure this out, out
Shout out to the girls that I led on
For occasional head and always keepin my bed warm
And tryin their hardest to keep my head on straight
And keepin me up enough til I had thought I was airborne
How many raps can I write til I get me a chain?
How many chains can I wear til Im considered a slave?
How many slaves can it be til Nat Turner arise?
How many riots can it be until them Black lives matter?
Niggas click-clack splatter, pew that nigga
Life a game of basketball, you better shoot that nigga
Cause if that cop got trigger, he better pull
Cause when I get pulled over, I usually play it cool
Cause I know what Im drivin is usually paid in full
And my ego and possessions, will not let me be one
Because I got a mansion, my mansion got some rooms
Them rooms got some windows and my windows got some views
Them views get some stares and my backyard does too
And if you walk to the bottom youll prolly see a pool
You better not drown, keep them ten toes up
Cause if them ten toes down, that mean that you fucked up
And thats what I swim in
And if I drown and dont come back
Whos gonna know?
And if I crash and dont come back
Whos gonna know?
And if I fall and dont come back
Whos gonna know?
Im wondering if I dont come back
Maybe then Ill know
Dont come back
Dont come back
Ayy, dont come back
Dont come back
No, no |
Crack fucked up the world
And I wonder if they realized the damage
I mean, they come from an era
Who made a lot of money off that shit
And I wonder if it fucked with they conscience
It fucked with me being out there, I couldnt stand it
I couldnt stand seeing people fucking theyselves up like that on the shit
And thats where the money came from
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
Shits getting warmer, on that corner
Gotta watch out for them 5-0 foreigners
Your mothers a goner
I warned you before you supersized my fries with that dollar
You got a daughter, shits getting harder
The only thing you wanna bunk her was your freedom
You cant afford to get caught up but you in too deep
And the seashore aint saw ya
You got a mother, she dont support you
But you bought her a new house cause you love her
Growing up you barely had a roof
Now you got a coupe and it doesnt have a roof
I guess you’re accustomed what you’re used to
So you bought two, nigga
They coming for you, nigga
Niggas be hating Im doing them bitches
Like Susan and Karen be doing your pockets
And running the man and hes losing his fucking mind
And it’s all an illusion
Who was alludin all of this potent?
I am the reason your family is using and shooting up
Its my fault
You can, blame me, motherfucker
For killing your aunties and uncles
The hustle and hunger
All I wanted was a cheeseburger
And a little chain, tucked
Didn’t realize this game fucked, up some lives
Oh, hows mine?
My conscience eats it up all the time but, other than that I’m fine
I got a little money in my pocket
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
Nigga, we broke as fuck
Homie got a chop shop, I stole that truck
And I sold that dope, motherfuckers hope this nigga go broke
But like my work I give no fucks, Im sorry
She could have been a doctor, nigga, I’m sorry
Could have been an actor and won that Oscar, said Im sorry
I sold that soap, and I killed black folk, Im sorry
But I got a nice car, put my sister through school
While my mama all cool, Im sorry
Im in too deep and I can’t see the shore, Im sorry
You get addicted to the flip, we used to call it
You get addicted to the flip
The, the, the, the transaction, the hustling
Even more than the money, its just your job
You feel like its your duty to be the man in between the man
And make this happen for that person
And to do this and do that
You become the go to guy, you know, forever
Next thing you know you’re in too deep
Way too deep, itll scare the shit out of you
You wind up with so much work, that youd be scared to death
Its important for us to realize man, we gotta get out of that, man
You know, dudes is buying choppers
Shoot down the people that look just like them
Dudes is buying guns to take down each other
Nobody wins, ya know what I mean? |
Darker times
Theyre telling boulder heavy lies
Looks like all weve got is each other
The truth is obsolete
Remember when all I had was my mother
She didnt compromise
She could recognize
Voodoo
Our daughters and our sons
Are just candles in the sun
Voodoo
Dont let him see divide
Dont you let her see divide
Voodoo
Shes got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit
Hes got the whole wide world in his pants
He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band
Then put the whole wide world on her hands
Shes got the whole wide world in her hands
Hes got the whole wide world in his hands
Theres somethin about you
I cant believe Im even talking to you, tellin you this right now
Youre special
I wish you could see what I see
She peels an orange for us in the morning
She woke me up to give me half
I can hear the children soccer ballin
Like wildcats running on the grass, hey
Youre a girl on this island
Im a boy from America
My flight leaves tonight
But I dont think Im going backwards
I wont be going backwards
Youre my golden girl
Youre the one Ive chosen, girl
Youre 24K
You make it bright when its grey
Youre my golden girl
The sun has been kind to you
Youre 24K
But the skys never grey
Silent moments, meditative poses
You break my focus, you make me laugh
Two mopeds racing through the forest
Making dirt clouds on a path, on a path
Im my best on this island
Im a mess in America
My flight left last night
But I know Im not going back home, yeah
Im not going back home, no
Youre my golden girl
Youre the one Ive chosen, girl
Youre 24K
You make it bright when its grey
Youre my golden girl
The sun has been kind to you
Youre 24K
But the skys never grey
If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?
If we dont have to live through hell just to get to heaven
Ima stay right here, with you
Til the hurricane comes, til the tsunami comes
Ive found my gold
Youre my golden girl
Youre the one Ive chosen, girl
Youre 24K
You make it bright when its grey
Youre my golden girl
The sun has been kind to you
Youre 24K
But the skys never grey
Um, youre my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-L
And thats for the females that cant spell, but
Um, thanks for fuckin with me
You turn my dark into light, youre like a bucket of bleach
You see, I want you to know that
My negatives at home arent working for my Kodak
So that means that I dont want to go back
Just know that I would like to stay here and hold that
Hand of yours, girl, Im a wreck in America
Your face is the best
Cause its the same color as the lace on my neck
And youre golden, uh, your eyes open, fuck it
Lets toast and listen to Michael Bolton
I free-fall off the hill again
Lets see where I land, Im like Gilligan
Um, I trust you, Golden, for wed ring
Im just hopin that you dont turn my neck green |
I was 16 when we first laid eyes
Scrawny little fucker, yeah, I was that guy
And you was down for the weekend, I was down for the greetings
And you eyes the same color shit that Jasper be chiefing
Couple freckles on ya noses, roses made you blush
Gentleman I was like I wasnt tryna fuck
But it was my first official date so I was stuck, like
It was past curfew, and we was at the Grove
And it was raining, and I had to be home
And then you grab my hand, talking about tryna get home safe or something
All I remember was your motherfucking face
I play in your hair as you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now its awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like I’m floating in air
Cant believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag
You gotta a nigga sprung, whenever I’m holding your hand and
Making eye contact, I feel like the damn man
Cause even though I am and get round of applauses
Im insecure and start to think that I do not stand chance
But, moments, wish that I can own it or lease it or clone it
Cause holding your fingertips is golden
I fucking love you, now treat my palms like a bowling ball and
Grip and keep holding on girl
As you rub on my ears
Then we awkwardly stare until our lips locked
Then we awkwardly stared because our lips locked
Now its awkward in here because our lips locked
Feels like Im floating in air
Cant believe that this dare turned into a reality when our lips locked
Man, this feels like a dream because our lips locked
You officially put my feelings inside a Ziploc bag
You got a nigga-
Wait
Dont think this is going to work
Things got complicated and a couple feelings got hurt
I havent talked to you in a couple of days
I got too comfortable
And started to think that we was really a couple
But hey, at least there was time spent
But by the time you hear this you wont know what these rhymes meant
But when you realize, its awkward, your name still my password
So Im always fucking reminded
You got a nigga sprung
Youre my girlfriend... Youre my girl
Youre my girl, youre my girlfriend, youre my girl, girlfriend
Youre my girl, youre my girlfriend, youre my girl
Youre my girl, youre my girlfriend, youre my girlfriend
Youre my girl.. oooo
Youre my, youre my Girl
Ooooo girlfriend... girlfriend..
Youre my girlfriend youre my girl girlfriend
Youre my girl, youre my girlfriend |
Thy hair inspired God to make the breeze
Thy lips inspired God to make a man
And from his rib an angel born as Eve
Formed into flesh and promised him her hand
Why do I cry at night still?
Cant sleep without the NyQuil
Stressed out because we fight
Will we ever get this right?
Cause thy hair inspired God to make the breeze
Thy lips inspired God to make a man
And from his rib an angel born as Eve
Formed into flesh and promised him her hand
So lay me down in Eden under stars
And show me why its us that he will choose
If happy, I would die here in your arms
Dont cry because the ocean makes me blue
So blue, so blue
So blue, so blue, so blue, oh
So blue, so blue, so blue, oh
So blue, so blue, so blue, oh
So blue, so blue
Well lately baby, I dont give a fuck
Im sick of kissing up, I used to miss us taking pics and kissing
Now you miss the club, I pull my zipper up
Start to think Wait, is this it for us?—Nah
Cause I fell for you
See Im the living Icarus, relationships they suck
Im lookin around and girl what happened to me?
They hate on me now but soon Ill be winning
And plaque after plaque, you will see it
And they mad at my accuracy
But my swaggy flow cant even rap to the beat
Better pass it to the chief, world is tragic and deceased
Cops selling crack in the street
But you look like the law
I know I broke your heart but I loved you from the start
Baby tell me all your secrets, baby you know this is hard
When Im crying in your arms, staring at the stars, its my—
I knew that there would come a day, when you would wanna
You-you would wanna, you-you would wanna run away
Take you to a sunny place
Girl, follow me into the ocean |
So, you tell me that everything just isnt going well
Well, first off...
My only problem is death
Fuck heaven, I aint showing no religion respect
Brain damage, therapys the only thing I regret
Talking to me is like a fucking body missing a neck
But, Im surprised I aint pop off my top off
Life is a bitch and my cocks soft, the Glocks cocked
My hands tremble, my finger slipped, the walls red
Her life is fucked, shes sad now, her son is dead
I told her Im her worst nightmare
This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your day dreams, thats how death seems
I told her Im her worst nightmare
This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your daydreams, thats how death seems
When I was younger, I would smile a lot
Im getting older, getting bolder, but a wiser top
Now Im drunk driving, laps full of Budweiser tops
Life is a movie and youre just a prop
They begged me to stop, but I listen like deaf drums
Love? I dont get none, thats why Im so hostile to the kids that get some
My father called me to tell me he loved me—
Id have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me
Annoying and Im ugly, most niggas wanna punch me
Im surprised the fucking doctor even touched me
Feel like Humpty, you hoping that Ill fall? Fuck yall
Im Ace, Im parentless, odd, kinda arrogant
Ignorant as fuck, offend people for the hell of it
Because I am the devil, fucker, get on my level
Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers
My life is Ms. Mon-unique Parker, but a little darker
Ill see you in a couple, OF
I told her Im her worst nightmare
This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your day dreams, thats how death seems
I told her Im her worst nightmare
This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your daydreams, thats how death seems
Tyler, heres some water, man. You seem a little tense. Hows Thebe?
All because a nigga just dont give a fuck
Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up
But fuck that, youre a shitty parent, face it, suck it up
Thats what you shouldve did before that nigga bust, huh
Feel like I missed my little brother growing up
Feel like my little brother missed his brother growing up
But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing up
I got a little taller since the last time you seen me, bruh
Now Im emo, so fuck it, Im pouring up
But I never had a drink—
My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough
I wont feel the feelings I be feeling when Im sobered up
But thats a fucking lie, why would he say that? Im
As emotionally straight as Travis when he--
Dont look at me, Im 65, about to fucking cry
About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die
I finally had a family
Domos in another state, and where the fuck is Riley?
Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me
But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldnt find me?
Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death
One ear I got kids screaming, O.F. is the best
The other ear I got Tron Cat, asking where the bullets and the bombs at
So I can kill these levels of stress, shit
They say that Im shock value
How about you hop off cock and turn volume down?
I havent got around to telling my mom shit
Cause I dont know how to...
All I want is her support, but no, its the fights at home
When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown
Now shes really fuckin pissed, so the knives get thrown
And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throats all gone
Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone
Then they wonder why I stay at Travis pad with a backpack
For the whole week, full of plastic-wrapped black tees
And deodorant like his house is my home
I could live with the same hat
And the same flat-screen TV watching Flapjack
And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday
Where I skate with the same fucking friends that
Didnt give a fuck about fame or a name, oh
Message from The GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat
Email full of emails, I never write back
Aint kill myself yet, and I already want my life back
I told her Im her worst nightmare
This is hell, you dont ever gotta fight fair
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your day dreams, thats how death seems
One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops
Im going in flu shots, couldnt kill me with two top rockers
Youre on the side of faggots and cock blockers
Im on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches
Im Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human
Cause Im shrooming with the bangers and the carneys
You niggas cant harm me cause yall know that
We at the fuckin Dirty like its laundry
Nigga, get off me
Fuck off me man, fuck
I dont know, its like Im a different person at times
Sometimes Im fucking mad, sometimes Im not
Its like I got a fucking voice in my head
Telling me to do all this fucked up shit, man
I dont fucking know, man
He tells me to do this shit, that I dont wanna fucking do
Tron Cat |
Im not crazy, Im a fuck—ohh, shit!
Floopy goober, motherfucker
Hey, man, god damn, hey, bro
They aint ready for what we bout to bring back!
They aint ready for Tyler with the green hat!
Ugh, fuck it
They aint ready for the WANG$AP, niggas!
I—Imma rap this next verse
Fuck is niggas talkin bout, nigga?
Yo
We gon die legends!
I hope you stackin
I hope you puttin some money to the side, my nigga, and payin your taxes
I hope you not incriminatin you and your niggas on songs if you trappin
I hope you dressin yourself and not followin niggas opinions on fashion
I hope them cars that you drivin aint rented just to get some comments on Gram
Oh, shit, they are, because you not the man
Low self-esteem, hide it in lean , Xan every meal
You fuckin weak, and you robbin your plug?
You aint got no plan, but Im not here to judge
Cause, apparently, youre doin your thing
Talk your shit, Young Nigga! Woo!
I know they see me
Your pants got a flood, a little bit Katrina
Oh, you wearin Vans and Supreme this season?
Stop lyin to yourself, nigga, me the reason
AHH! Right now, nigga
Ugh, right now
A little gooey with some nice sounds, huh
This little groupie want the pipe now, yeah
She eatin coochie, kinda dyke now, ugh
Got a new dirt bike, wow
And it match the go-kart, go skrrt! now
I really want the La Ferrari, but shit
Cant you lower the price down?
Fuck right now
Ayy! Ayy!
Fuck right now
Woo! God! Ayy
Ayy right now, nigga
What the fuck right now!
Go right now, nigga
What the fuck right now!
Bite down, nigga, here we go!
Cause Im not one
When it come to a vision, they aint got one
Rolling Stone never gave me a cover, so...
Um... So I shot one!
I aint do college , I said fuck them lessons
I aint join no gang, I said fuck them weapons
Grabbed the keyboard, Clancy crossed my path
Cashed my first check and said Fuck depression, nigga!
Nigga what you scared for?
Everybody lean, everybody gang though
Nigga you a new slave, Im an old one
Thanks to Ben Yang, still walk around with chains on
Like you aint seen no shit like mine
You aint seen no dick like mine
Nahhh—pause
What the, what the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
Told you dickheads Ima go nuts
Niggas told me to grow up
So I matured to a V10
Im in a vacant lot doin donuts
There go my ego, Leggo my Eggo
Never sip syrup, shout my nigga Schooly
Yall dont want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
Cause he pushin that mayo, fuego
Respect when you see him
Boy, last album was a musical museum
Somethin always lost with you niggas like Liam
Neeson, boy, you better run
Here I come, snortin glitter, portrait pictures
I dont run with many cause their walk is bitter
Niggas mad at T, where the tall freckled white boys at?
Cause I dont fuck with niggas
Thats not my homie, thats not my whoadies
That not my team, nigga, theyre benchwarmers
I am a stormer, I am a trooper
I am a Koopa, bet it lost its value as soon as I moved it
I run the business, I do not got time for niggas opinions
They fuckin stupid, dont need em, dont want em
I drop em, theyre deadweight, them niggas useless
Neck heavy like mothafuckin bad news
Thanks to Ben Baller, walkin with a hunchback
I got a new white one that I worked hard for
So the doors on my car doin jump-jacks
My big bro Frankie got a Porsche
My little brother Taco got a Bimmer
If you see em around me, they eatin
We all good, its like FEMA, but of course
Get money, nigga! Get money!
All you funny-lookin niggas, back the fuck up!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, man
Um, oh, I wanted to add this
I sit in room with a to-do list, pro-
Ceed to do and play acoustics, you
Sit around and look at me feelin foolish
Rollin up and make excuses, fucking losers
Jesus, damn man
Fuck them niggas! Ayy, man, ayy, man!
What the fuck right now!
Ayy I just got one mothafuckin question:
What the fuck right now!
Why the fuck these niggas wanna look like you now?
What the fuck right now!
Why the fuck these hoes wanna fuck a nigga like you now?
What the fuck right now!
Why the fuck these niggas frontin like niggas aint been invented the swag they runnin with?
Why the fuck is niggas actin like niggas aint the originators of this shit?
Man, I tell these niggas they can die and suck a dick!
How was that?
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Dataset Card for "huggingartists/tyler-the-creator"
Dataset Summary
The Lyrics dataset parsed from Genius. This dataset is designed to generate lyrics with HuggingArtists. Model is available here.
Supported Tasks and Leaderboards
Languages
en
How to use
How to load this dataset directly with the datasets library:
from datasets import load_dataset
dataset = load_dataset("huggingartists/tyler-the-creator")
Dataset Structure
An example of 'train' looks as follows.
This example was too long and was cropped:
{
"text": "Look, I was gonna go easy on you\nNot to hurt your feelings\nBut I'm only going to get this one chance\nSomething's wrong, I can feel it..."
}
Data Fields
The data fields are the same among all splits.
text
: astring
feature.
Data Splits
train | validation | test |
---|---|---|
529 | - | - |
'Train' can be easily divided into 'train' & 'validation' & 'test' with few lines of code:
from datasets import load_dataset, Dataset, DatasetDict
import numpy as np
datasets = load_dataset("huggingartists/tyler-the-creator")
train_percentage = 0.9
validation_percentage = 0.07
test_percentage = 0.03
train, validation, test = np.split(datasets['train']['text'], [int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*train_percentage), int(len(datasets['train']['text'])*(train_percentage + validation_percentage))])
datasets = DatasetDict(
{
'train': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(train)}),
'validation': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(validation)}),
'test': Dataset.from_dict({'text': list(test)})
}
)
Dataset Creation
Curation Rationale
Source Data
Initial Data Collection and Normalization
Who are the source language producers?
Annotations
Annotation process
Who are the annotators?
Personal and Sensitive Information
Considerations for Using the Data
Social Impact of Dataset
Discussion of Biases
Other Known Limitations
Additional Information
Dataset Curators
Licensing Information
Citation Information
@InProceedings{huggingartists,
author={Aleksey Korshuk}
year=2021
}
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