TYLER THE CREATOR - Commercial lyrics

rate me

My life? Screw it, with a drunk bitch

Like what the fuck are we doing?

We kissing, I'm weezing, it's time to play Tetris

I play piano, jack off I'm anorexic

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Talking to myself because my therapist done had it

All the racial slurs from the wanksters playing from Lenny Kravitz

Love Lockdown like I am some sort of faggot

But I'm not in the first place

Waiting on my dad to say hi on my birthday

Cause Jesus wouldn't even be my friend on Church day

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

In the jungle, I planned on the keeper

Inside of the cage cause I'm a motherfucking Zebra

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

Looking out retarded kids screaming out fuck slob, Jesus

And I can write a hook fast

I can get straight to the cash

Y'all niggas come last, I'm first though

No rehearsal, I know it all like Urkel

You can call it commercial

So turn it up, turn it up (Watch it)

Odd Future won't stop it

I make music for a reason, didn't vote Obama

So you can charge me with treason

Year round asshole, the fuck you season

The flu, I'm sick that's why everybody sneezing

I'm always cheesing, smile for a reason

Fuck as I fuck you, I'm always teasing

My daughter need milk and a quilt

So I'm selling the the haze for six bucks cause she always sneezing

Some people need drugs, some people need dubs

On they car note to go to the club

But really, really, really, all I need deep down, is a hug

Look, I'm back like niggas on a bus

With a Rosa Parks state of mind, I don't give a fuck

And I'm strolling Down South like Good Luck Chuck

In a Malcolm X shirt chilling with the Ku Klux

Klan, I ain't nothing to fuck with

O.F. clan they ain't nothing to fuck with

The O.F. clan they ain't nothing to fuck with

This "Black Snake Moan" is something to suck bitch