a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

tyler, the consumer - biscuit كلمات أغنية

[intro: tyler, the creator]
yo, yo, f_ck 2dopeboyz and f_ck nah right
and any other f_ck_n_gga_ass blog that can’t put an eighteen year old n_gga
making his own f_cking beats, covers, videos and all that sh_t
f_ck you post_drake_ass, cliche_jerking, l.a._slauson rapping
f_ck_n_gga_ass hypebeast n_ggas
now back to the album

[interlude: tyler, the creator (as dr. tc)]
well, tyler, hi, i’m dr. tc and, um, i’m guessing that
your teacher sent you here to talk ’cause you were misbehaving
um, it’s gonna be three sessions: today, tomorrow, and the next day
so, just tell me something about yourself…
well, look, if, if you don’t talk
i mean, these sessions are going to go slow, so—

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
this is what the devil plays beforе he goes to sleep
some food for thought? this food for dеath, go ‘head and f_cking eat
my father’s dead, well, i don’t know, we’ll never f_cking meet
i cut my wrist and play piano ’cause i’m so depressed
somebody call the pastor, this b_st_rd is so possessed
this meeting just begun, n_gga, i’m satan’s son

[verse 2: tyler, the creator]
my mother raised me, a single parent, so it’s apparent
that i got love for my mother, none of you other f_ckers
are much important, i’m getting angrier while recording
i’m feeling like the bulls, i’ve got a gang of wolves
odd future is children that’s f_cked up in they mental
simple, but probably not, f_ck ’em
[verse 3: tyler, the creator]
i’m tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as f_ck
drunk white girls: the only way i’ll get my d_ck sucked
suspended from school, coolest n_gga without effort
easy to spot, like black b_tches with fake leopard
soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on
’cause this album pack enough evil that you can’t fit inside a jansport
go to school with this

[verse 4: tyler, the creator]
i go from ap to jc inside a f_cking week
waking up with random girls like “yo, b_tch, how the f_ck we meet?”
i stay with grandma, she always b_tching about her carpet
every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start sh_t
no to drugs, i never spark it, i used to be bullied for honor classes
by those that were slow as molasses
take this sh_t to school

[verse 5: tyler, the creator]
raquel treat me like my father, like a f_cking stranger
she still don’t know i made “sarah” to strangle her
not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a wrangler
all because she said no to homecoming, demons running
inside my head, it’s telling me evil thoughts
i’m the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught
go to sleep
[verse 6: tyler, the creator]
i wear green hats because i’m fortunately lucky
“f_ck me,” the monster said, somehow the monster’s dead
inside of me, but the thoughts he tell me are still evil
with this state of mind, big moves, max keeble
i’m on my grind feeble, my music is either
a f_cking sin or too illegal
play this sh_t in church

[verse 7: tyler, the creator & tyler, the creator (as dr. tc)]
i graduated without honors or a f_cking father
he died (i’m so sorry) no, b_tch, don’t even f_cking bother
i wanted a brother, my mother, i told her, but instead
i got a sister, just like me, with her mister nada
so both of our imaginations are creations
of the f_cking situations that’s having our brains racing’s
like dayton
wearing some f_cking heelys

[verse 8: tyler, the creator]
i know you f_cking feel me, i want to f_cking k!ll me
but times i’m so serious, you think i’m silly
i’m doing big style w_lly couldn’t touch 11
seven, what’s religion, n_gga? i am legend
i roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
i created o.f. ’cause i feel we’re more talented
than forty year old rappers talking ’bout gucci
when they have kids they haven’t seen in years, impressing their peers
with the same problem, the only way to solve ’em
is to go to father’s day convention with a gold revolver
life’s a salad, i’ma toss it, eat that sh_t up, rick ross it
sh_t it out, bag it up, sell it, i’m so d_mn rebellious
’cause my mothers let me do what i want, she wasn’t careless
protective, she is the bear, this sh_t is so bare
my diary isn’t hid, my father didn’t give a f_ck
so it’s something i inherit
my mom is all i have, so it’s never meet the parents
when danielle or milan decide to f_cking share
this confused boy, i wanna hug, oy
i’m bad for your kids to listen to, soy is not the choice
i’m bad milk, drink it
[interlude: tyler, the creator (as dr. tc)]
woah, um
it seems you had a lot to say
and, uh, who knows? i might feel
as i’m evaluating—

[verse 9: tyler, the creator]
my wrist is all red from the cutter
dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
is never, that’s equivalent to me and sarah
well, that’s not her f_cking name, but i think this sh_t is clever
my n_ggas wanna know if i’m f_cking, if i’m kissing
but i’m sitting here, downing beers, simply just wishing
with a tear, they try to tell me, but i never listen
’cause i don’t give a sh_t, like sitting down p_ssing
eighteen, still talking to imaginaries
hopefully, they see the talent i carry just like jimmy
losers can never win me, you can never offend me
my goal in life is a grammy, hopefully mom’ll attend the
ceremony with all my homies, i’m suicidal
this my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this
f_ck a deal, i just want my father’s email
so i can tell him how much i f_cking hate him in detail

[outro: tyler, the creator (as dr. tc)]
wow, um
so, tyler, if, uh
if you had the chance to tell him something
what would you tell him?

- tyler the consumer

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغنية الشائعة حالياً