Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator - Radical songtekst
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[Intro] Random disclaimer Hey, don't do anything that I say in this song, okay? It's f*ckin' fiction If anything happens, don't f*ckin' blame me, white America, f*ck Bill O'Reilly 4, 3, 2, 1 [Verse 1] What the f*ck I look like saying I'm sorry To a bunch of f*cking fags that can potentially harm me? I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations By the way, I got sixty f*cking Wolves that'll guard me That skate hard, Thrash black hoodies, try something Make sure your f*ckin' feelings end up up in a Glad bag F*ck all your opinions, I'm tyin' 'em with a shoestring And f*ck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing [Hook] Kill people, burn shit, f*ck school I'm f*ckin' radical, n*gga Left, right, left, right [Verse 2] F*ck cops, I'm a f*cking rock star Rebellion and defiance makes my muthaf*ckin' cock hard F*ck pigs, f*ck guards all some f*cking retards F*ck school, I'm a f*ck up? F*ck Harvard I ain't got no f*cking money (Hey mom) I ain't got no muthaf*ckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit Child support ain't come that faggot still ain't bought me anything F*ck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing [Hook] [Bridge] F*ck your traditions, f*ck your positions F*ck your religions, f*ck your decisions They're not mine, you gotta let 'em go We can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know You gotta let 'em go [Outro: Dr. TC] You gotta let these shits go, man It's not making sense to you right now but All these little dreams you got, they're not shit All this rebellion, all this crazy shit you got, saying this shit Getting too old for this shit, man, you gotta grow out of it Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught I'm just being real (N*gga f*ck you) I'm just trying to help you man, trust me (Look, I mature day after day n*gga You don't know shit, you're a f*cking therapist) Whatever