TYLER THE CREATOR

TYLER THE CREATOR - Golden

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[Intro: Dr. TC]

Tyler you obviously have some fucking problems

And this is the end of this session, let's anything else you've gotta say?

[Verse 1:]

Mom is getting jealous I see my manager more

Than I see her before, I go on tour and it hurts

I miss the days when this was fun but now it turned into work

They getting legal, so now I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out

My friends are turning into opposites

Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist

And all the bitches who forget about me want to ride my dick

Harder than the white kids that copy shit

Ending it is all I fucking think about, that's the shit I think about

All alone, bawling 'til my mothafuckin' eyes bleed

See, he's a leader in person and smile, shit gets disgursting

When there's no person around, talking discussion shit, man

Fuck, I'm putting myself at a distance

For instance, my best friend is now my fucking assistant

Niggas saying "Free Earl" without even knowin' him

See, they're missing the new album, I'm missing my only friend

[Interlude:]

When I say Odd, y'all say Future

Odd... uh-uh, that shit's corny as fuck

(Tyler, you have a cult following)

To these white kids?

[Verse 2:]

Charbroiled nigga on these dark beats

Nashes with the Nazis but it's normal what the cops see

Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see

Mommy was a living single queen with a lot tee

So while my wallet's piling with some [?] colored paper

I lace her, cause she gave me such a lot at such a young age

20, why didn't she get that abortion?

Probably cause that motherfuckin embryo was morphing

Into a Grammy winning schizophrenic fucking orphan

Oops I meant bastard, a skinny ass disaster

Mom works hard, still working on her masters

Son lies about, taking classes at community college

Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard

Start a fuckin cult, clash his talents in a brash way

Before he even had a mustache and cash

And all I got was a fuckin' shitty article in Thrasher

[Interlude:]

I'm not crazy, I'm a fucking table, I'm a fucking table!

[Verse 3:]

I'm a grab the Nina and find a nice arena

Cause I can't even choose between Ortega or Suprema

And I'm not even human, I'm a body shaped demon

With some semen in my sack and some problems in the back

And a life that's full of crap, and a finger filled with hate

And a gat that's filled with love, now let opposites attract

I can finally be one like a marriage in a church

But this marriage has a hearse and the parents of the one

That's getting married has a curse and it's made up inside of him

Too late to reimburse but, wait it gets worse

All the guests that's in the church, all decided to disperse

So there was nobody who could stop the wedding with converse

So they tied the knot, now it's too late to reverse

This arrangement (Yes it is) and the nurse is amazed at the hurt

That he was painting but it was obvious in all the photos

He was paining, now a bunch of whispering immerse

[Outro:]

And then the nurse blurts

(What the fuck is his problem, here, we have two doses to give him, here)

Why didn't anybody ask him first?

(I've been asking you this whole time)

Because nobody gave a fuck

(Someone gave a fuck Tyler

And, uh, the person that gave a fuck was me

See, you're not, going crazy, it's me, I'm your best friend Tyler

I know everything, I know everything about you

You've been helping yourself this whole time

Your friends, they're just figments of your imagination

Dr. TC, see Tyler, I'm your conscience

I'm Tron Cat, I'm Ace, I'm Wolf Haley, I'm...)

Me

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