[ Featuring Tyler, The Creator ]
Yo, yo f*ck 2DopeBoyz and f*ck Naw Right
And any other f*ck-nigga-ass blog that can't put a
Eighteen year old nigga making his own f*cking beats
Covers, videos and all that shit
F*ck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
F*ck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. Tc, and um, I'm guessing
That your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehaving
Um, it's gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday
So, just tell me something about yourself
Well look, if, if you don't talk
I mean these sessions are going to go slower, slower
This is what the Devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and f*cking eat
My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never f*cking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son
My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other f*ckers
Are much important I'm getting angrier while recording
I'm feeling like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves
Odd Future is children that's f*cked up in they mental
Simple well probably not, f*ck 'em
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as f*ck
Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up in the tampon, but keep the lamp on
'Cause this album pack enough evil
That you can't fit inside a Jansport
Go to school with this
I go from AP to JC inside of f*cking week
Waking up with random girls like, "Yo, bitch, how the f*ck 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 f*cking stranger
She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
All be'cause she said no to homecoming, demons running
Inside my head it's telling me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught
Go to sleep
I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
"F*ck me" the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either
A f*cking sin or too illegal
Play this shit at church
I graduated without honors or f*cking father
He died (I'm so sorry), no bitch, don't even f*cking 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 f*cking situation
That's having our brains racing like Dayton
Wearing some f*cking Heelies
I know you f*cking feel me, I want to f*cking kill me
But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly
I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11, seven
What's religion? Nigga, I am Legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. 'cause I feel we're more talented
Than forty year old rappers talking 'bout Gucci
When they have kids they haven't seen in years
Impressing their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve 'em
Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad I'ma toss it eat this shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
'Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear
This shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
My father didn't give a f*ck, so it's something I inherit
My momma's all I have so it's never meet the parents
When Danielle or Milan decide to f*cking share
This confused boy, I wanna hug, oy
I'm bad for your kids to listen to
Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it
Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say
Uh, I mean as I'm-, as I'm evaluating
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that's not her f*cking name, but I think the shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I'm f*cking, if I'm kissing
But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen
'Cause I don't 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 mom'll attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
F*ck a deal, I just want my father's email
So I can tell him how much I f*cking hate him in detail
Wow, umm
So Tyler if, uh
If you had the chance to tell him something
What would you tell him?
