TYLER THE CREATOR - Goblin lyrics

rate me

You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone

You don't even have the balls to begin with

What you need is me, someone to talk to

Uh, it's been a while since our last session

So, tell me what's been going on

I'm not a fucking role model (I know this)

I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams

Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my shit

These mothafuckas think I'm supposed to live up to something? Shit

I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless

But getting more pussy cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris

LA to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares

At skateparks and airports all in the air, it's weird

Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked

Now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked

He still hasn't called me yet

But that's a whole fucking different argument, shit I got over it

And the couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy

A couple hot pockets and grandmom could stop cooking

Them nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat

Bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that?

Made a couple thou and I just don't know what to buy yet

Supreme shit is free, and I don't drink so fuck a wine set

Nigga fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity

I'm fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity

Oh that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper

Cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research

I'm the star of the group

So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you

What you think I record it for?

To have a bunch a critics to call my shit a bunch of horrorcore?

Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious

Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really fucking feel

Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off

In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off

Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiver

Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor

People excited thinking shit is so tight

And co-signs from rappers that I don't even like

What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble this mic

And start jacksing him off until his cack blasting off?

Fuck that, these niggas ain't fucking with me

Cause I don't listen to the immortal of tech of the nique

And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak

On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week

I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T

And some Waka Flocka Flame instead that real hip hop

That's bull of the sheet but they want to critique

Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released

But they don't get it, cause it's not made for them

The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him

But they do not have the mindset, that same as him

I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him

Therapist been sinnin' and niggas getting offended

They don't want to fuck with me, cause I do not fuck with religion

You see that's my decision, you fuckers don't have to listen

Here, put this middle finger in your ear

Someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 at 47 kids

I don't wanna see my name mentioned

College wasn't working and I wasn't working

So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting

But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait

For the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shit

Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since 8

I can afford to get something my mother on her birthday

They claim the shit I say is just wrong

Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone

I'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide prone

My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now

Wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen

And when she gives you lemons nigga throw them at pedestrians

I, still live in my grandma's house

Sell out a fucking show in London just to end up on couches

I hate my fucking life, but when I make that announcement

My hero calls my phonejust to put that in doubt then

Then I am confused if I want in or just out.

My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counseling

I sit in grandmother's living room and just pout

And shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to die

Odd Future came from the bottom

And it's gonna take a couple armed armies tryina stop 'em

All you fucking lames don't have to live me

The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fucking white tee

Thanks to Cammie for correcting these lyrics