text: My music
  My mind
  And them three sixes
  Odd 
  Future 
  Wolf 
  Gang 
  Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without Abel
  I can make music that makes sense, but not mentally stable
  Eighteen, with the whole world in front of me
  Odd Future teenagers, nobody can fuck with we
  Odd 
  Future 
  Wolf 
  Gang 
  Odd 
  Future 
  Wolf 
  Gang 
  I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk
  I skip to places, smiley faces, while you fucking walk
  My TV stays on Cartoon Network, fuck that Twilight shit
  You have highlights about your life, I have life bout my highlights, bitch
  Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid
  Watch them grow, and then you die? No, nigga, fuck the system
  Odd 
  Future 
  Wolf 
  Gang 
  Good kids make bad grown-ups
  Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
  In my wolf suit, I roam where the wild things at
  Still growing, still learning, not knowing that Im Max
  I dont want to grow up, I know that shit for a fact
  Nigga, eighteen
  Odd 
  Future 
  Wolf 
  Gang 
  Odd 
  Future 
  Wolf 
  Gang 
  They say Im immature; I say that they depressed
  I talk to unicorns; Im wearing a uniform
  Of a nigga that dont give a fuck about time
  You live your life all serious while Im enjoying mine
  Wow, thats— Thats a really good way to look at it
  Yeah I mean... I dont. I mean Im really hyper and everything with my imagination
  Ohh okay—ADHD?
  Im not having ADHD like, one second, Im real hype as fuck, but the next minute, I can just slow that shit down