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tyler, the creator - intro lyrics

[intro]
yo, yo, f_ck 2dopeboyz and f_ck nah right
and any other f_ck_n_gga_ass blog that can’t put an 18 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, la_slauson rapping
f_ck_n_gga_ass hypebeast n_ggas, now back to the album

[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 slower, so_

[verse 1]
this is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
some food for thought? this food for death, 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]
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]
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]
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]
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 heads telling me evil thoughts
i’m the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught, go to sleep
[verse 6]
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 it tells 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, dr. tc]
i graduated without honors or 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 situation
that’s having our brains racing like dayton
wearing some f_cking heelys

[verse 8]
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 40 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 mother let me do what i want
she wasn’t careless, protective, she is the bear
the 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 hoy
i’m bad for your kids to listen to, soy is not the choice
i’m bad milk, drink it
[interlude: dr. tc]
woah, umm, it seems you had a lot to say
uh, who knows i might feel as i’m evaluating

[verse 9]
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: dr. tc]
wow, umm
so, tyler, if you had the chance to tell him something
what would you tell him?

- tyler the creator

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