TYLER THE CREATOR

TYLER THE CREATOR - Bastard

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[Verse 1:]

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Some food for thought some food for death go 'head and fucking eat

My father's dead well I don't know we'll never fucking meet

I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed

Somebody call the pastor this bastard is so posessed

This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

[Verse 2:]

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

That I got love for my mother none of you other fuckas

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 fucked up on they mental

Simple but probably not, fuck 'em

[Verse 3:]

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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 like a tampon but keep the lamp on

Cause this album packs enough evil

That you can't fit inside a jansport... go to school with this

SWAGGG .

[Verse 4:]

I go from AP to JC inside of 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 honour classes

By those that were slow as molasses... take this shit to school

[Verse 5:]

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking 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 because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Inside my head telling me evil thoughts

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught... go to sleep.

[Verse 6:]

I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky

Fuck me the monster said, some how 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 evil

My fucking samples are too illegal... play this shit in church

[Verse 7:]

I graduated without honors or a fucking father

He died... no bitch don't 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

That's having out brains racing like dating... wearing some fucking heelies

[Verse 8:]

I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me

But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly

I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11-7

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 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

With the same problem, the only way to solve them

Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver

Life's a salad I'm a toss it eat that 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 was the bear

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

My father didn't give a fuck so it's something I inherit

My mother's all I have so it's never meet the parents

When dad left all my line decided to fucking share

When Daniel or Milan decide to fucking share.

This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya

Im bad for your kids to listen to.

Sorry is not the choice, I'm bad milk... drink it

[Verse 9:]

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 fucking name but I think this shit is clever

My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing

But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

With 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 momma will attend the

Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal

This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this

Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email

So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail

Thanks to Christina for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Christina for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Cody for correcting these lyrics

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Anonymous
Tuesday 28th of May 2013 00:50
i likke poopy