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Tyler, The Creator - Bastard lyrics

Yo, yo, f** 2DopeBoyz and f** Nah Right and any other f**-n***a-a** blog that can't put an 18 year old n***a making his own f**ing beats, covers, videos and all that sh**
f** you post-Drake-a** cliche-jerking, LA-slauson rapping f**-n***a-a** Hypebeast n***as
Now back to the album

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 you don't talk, I mean these sessions are going to go slower

Tyler, The Creator:
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought, this food for d**h, go ahead and f**ing eat
My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never f**ing meet
I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, n***a I'm Satan's son

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other f**ers
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**ed up in they mental
Simple but probably not, f** 'em

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as f**
Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick s**ed
Suspended from school coolest n***a without effort
Easy to spot like black b**hes 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

I go from AP to JC inside a f**ing week
Waking up with random girls like "Yo, b**h, how the f** we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always b**hing about her carpet
Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start sh**
No to d** I never spark it
I used to be bullied for honor cla**es by those that were slow as mola**es
Take this sh** to school

Raquel treat me like my father like a f**ing 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 I caught
Go to sleep

I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
"f** 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**ing sin or too illegal
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Play this sh** in church

Tyler, The Creator and Dr. TC:
I graduated without honors or f**ing father
He died (I'm so sorry), no b**h, don't even f**ing 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**ing situation
That's having our brains racing like Dayton, wearing some f**ing Heelys

Tyler, The Creator:
I know you f**ing feel me, I want to f**ing k** me
But times I'm so serious, you think I'm silly
I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch eleven
Seven, what's religion n***a? I am legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created OF 'cause I feel we're more talented
Than forty year old rappers talking about 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'm a toss it, eat that sh** up, Rick Ross it
sh** it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
'Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear
The sh** is so bare, my diary isn't hid
My father didn't give a f**, 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**ing share
This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy
I'm bad for you kids to listen to, soy is not the choice
I'm bad milk, drink it

Dr. TC:
Well, um, it seems you had a lot to say
And uh, who knows I might feel as I'm evaluating

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**ing name, but I think this sh** is clever
My n***as wanna know if I'm f**ing, 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** like sitting down pissing
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 mama will attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
f** a deal, I just want my father's email
So I can tell him how much I f**ing hate him in detail

Dr. TC:
Wow, um, so Tyler if you had the chance to tell him something
What would you tell him?

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