Tyler, The Creator

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Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang

I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names

I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably say the same

Fuck...hated by everyone, that's the way it seems

I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem

I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I'm amused alone

Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team

Depression on the stalk again

My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough

Whenever I am losing oxygen, bully hand around my neck

Because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again

I brought that on myself, see I should know my place

But not at lunchtime, see

I know better then to show my face around them

But the day I do it will be everywhere

When I share these feelings finally they gon' fucking care



Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots

Crash a couple-

Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers

Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus

It's us, nigga

I said it's us, nigga



Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you

Was when i... "uh" with all them burners, you

Think that I'm some punk bully bitch who ain't gone trouble you

Well im gonna burst your bubble two times if you dont mind umm

"Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and thats Tyler

And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats!

Don't start asking whats packin in these trench coats!

But just know if you start acting im grabbin for these trench coats!

My step-father called me a fag, I'll show him a fag

I'll light a fire up in his ass

And recently them assholes that be fuckin with me in class

So I'mma keep them motherfuckers there and make sure they pass, huh


My prom date, she distance my offer

So I'mma --- and toss her in the principles office

Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend? (Yeah but my parents-) Oh don't worry you will probably never see them again



Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots

Crash a couple-

Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers

Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus

It's us, nigga

I said it's us, nigga



Bum bum bum bum bum

Bum bum bum bum bum

Bum. bum. bum. burumrumrumrum bum bum bum

Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe

We are the Sams, and we're dead its just four of us

We come in peace we mean no harm and we're inglorious

We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us

I guess we lost ours



Music had nothing to do with my final decision

I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention

But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had

Since I was a kid but I'm growing up so they missin'

I didn't mean to hurt anybody I'm sorry

I wouldn't hurt a fly or consider joining the army

I'm hardly ever angry, Roger Rabbit framed me

Momma I'm the same fucking kid that you made see?

I don't wanna go to jail I just wanna go home

And I want those fucking kids at school to just leave me alone

And I... I hear helicopters make them dip

I'm fucking reloaded I told you all that I ain't takin shit

You better backup before this Mac starts to lift up

I'll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up

The difference between us and our class is tan khakis

I got 99 problems and all of them is being happy
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