[Tyler, the Creator] My life? Screw it with a drunk bitch like what the fuck are we doin? We're kissin, I'm wheezin, it's time to play Tetris I play piano, jack off, I'm anorexic I'm fuckin asthmatic, my records problematic Talkin to myself because my therapist done had it All the racial slurs from the wipsters playin from Lenny Kravitz Love locked down like I am some sort of faggot but I'm not in the first place Waiting on my dad to say hi on my birthday Cause Jesus wouldn't even be my friend on Church Day I plan on gettin back [edited out] the worst way (bitch!) In the jungle, I planned on the keeper Inside of the cage cause I'm a motherfuckin zebra Obama's in office, niggaz get job like teachers Lookin at retarded kids screamin out "Fuck slob Jesus"
[Chorus: Casey Veggies] And I can write a hook fast, I can get straight to the cash Y'all niggaz come last, I'm first though (Ay!)... No rehearsal, I know it all like Urkel You can call it commercial So turn it up, turn it up (watch it) [3X] Odd Future won't stop it
[Tyler, the Creator] I make music for a reason Didn't vote Obama so you can charge me with treason Year round asshole, the fuck you season The flu, I'm sick, that's why everybody sneezin (ACHOO!) I'm always cheesin, smile for a reason Fuck as I fuck you, I'm always teasin My daughter need milk and a quilt so I'm sellin the the haze for six bucks, cause she always sneezin Some people need drugs, some people need dubs on they car note to go to the club But really, really, really All I need deep down... is a hug
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[Tyler, the Creator] Look! I'm back like niggaz on a bus with a Rosa Parks state of mind, I don't give a fuck And I'm strollin down South like Good Luck Chuck in a Malcolm X shirt chillin with the Ku Klux (Clan), I (Ain't Nuttin' Ta Fuck Wit) O.F. clan they ain't nothin to fuck with The O.F. clan they ain't nothin to fuck with This (Black Snake Moan) is somethin to suck bitch (Bitch, drop it) (O.F.M., bang on your FM) (Tyler, the Creator; uhh) (Yeah)