TYLER THE CREATOR - FUCK IT lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Yo, I've seen a lot of niggas

So when them niggas start talking reckless, I get offended

I get it, they try to keep a image

But look a lil closer at the pictures and ya see that they chameleons

How ya doing?

Ya in the muthafuckin' buildin'?

Nigga, I'm an architect, got anotha crane and I don't know if I'mma park it yet, ya ain't even start one yet, fuck off my property

Tell Australia I'm sneakin' in with a mic in my damn hand

Instead of the vegetables that I packed in my backpack

When Marshall had this problem, what the fuck was they tellin' him?

Is it cause of status or his melanin lacks black? Huh?

I think people luv to be mad

How can I be misogynist? Luv titties and ass

How can I be homophobic when my boyfriend's a fag?

And we been hidin' in the closet like our passion is fashion

Still tryna come out

Couldn't deal with niggas who decide to take the fun out

Probably cause I like to in places where the suns out

So comparin' niggas lights is a muthafuckin' bum out

Thought y'all nudist, but y'all clothes

I was 'bout to tee off and putt-putt till the end

Now it's Anti-Golf Boys cause I don't fuck with my friends

Worse thing they gave me was an opportunity and a pen

Freedom of speech? My freedom was breached

Border Patrol put me on streets immediately

For shit I said when I was a virgin, repeatedly

Postin' on Hypebeast cause nobody would listen to me

My child is product of me, very honest

Left of center, very different, they didn't want us

They didn't get us, didn't fit enough for their standards

Diverse and loud, so they ignore us

Ya put yo life in a child that everybody hates

Now everybody hates papa despite that papa's great

But that's yo favorite child boy that's yo favorite one

(Kids?) Nope, I'm talkin' bout that Cherry Bomb

I don't think they hear it, I was fearin' deterioratin'

Almost ate my spirit til the children cheered along

Watchin' them sing the songs

Eyeballs inspired from Pilot to 2Seater, I couldn't steer them wrong

That's why I rode the Mclaren, couldn't stop at the Bimmer

'Tyler losin' himself, and that nigga turned to a diva'

'Nigga preachin' and smilin', nigga wilden' and breathing'

'Tryna inspire all the lil niggas that want to be him'

'But fuck that!, We want: cats cats daddy problems'

'Kickflip fuck fuck, cupcakes buttrape'

'Golf Wang, daddy problems fag fag dad dad'

'Bike lake everythin' that I hate, plus bein' sad'

Y'all can cry about yo year's top rap new albums

Golf did a quarter million in about two hours

Money money ain't the motive, but it is up for discussion

Niggas fronting niggas wish that they could fuck with my production

Sayin' ya the plug, get yo chords up

I was writin' string sections on my tour bus

They adore me, my lil birds

Be free flap yo wings, I encourage it

I wish I had fuckin' Xanex problem

So y'all talk about how I deep I am

Man-child in the flesh bitch I'm Peter Pan

Ya captain teir hook muthafuckas won't eva be the man

I got a muthafuckin' vision I don't need yo plans

So shut yo muthafuckin' mouth when I be speakin' man

T the only sober nigga that be tweakin' fam

(Outro)

I don't like rappin' like that