Tyler The Creator - Deathcamp Lyrics
[Intro: Tyler, the Creator]Um, excuse me mister but can you please turn down the lightsI don't really like all these cameras, manAnd this shit just don't feel rightAnd I don't really wanna be rude to you, sirBut ***** you mean I can't wear my hat in here?And you got me *****ed up, if you think I care, nigga[Verse: Tyler, the Creator]I hope you little niggas is listeningThem Golf Boys is in this ***** like an infantThe blind niggas used to make fun of my visionAnd now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuitionSo special the teacher asked if I was autisticAnd now I'm making plates, you just washing the dishesSo if you don't mind, get the ***** out of my kitchenBut keep your ego here so I can butt ***** your opinionBut in the meantime brainwashing millions of minionsLeader of the new schoolAnd you will never catch me in none of their *****ing shin-digsI hope you *****ing niggas is angry, pissed, and offendedIn Search of... did more for me than IllmaticThat's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabricI made my own shit, you went out and bought yoursMan I got too much drive, mother*****er, I hate trafficLa-di-da-di, I'm going harder than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathersWhen it's a lot at stake carne asada let's be honest, I'm really morphingNamed the album Cherry Bomber cause Greatest Hits sounded boringI don't like to follow the rules, she said that I mustI don't have any armpitsShe wanted to talk who's in charge of this Golf shitI said "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant"And who I are isn't really importantMy heart is as dark as a window with car tintSo hop in with your friends [?]And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsickIt's young TI don't like to follow the rulesAnd that's just who I amI hope you understandAnd I don't really think y'all coolSo give y'all self a handNo, no, give yourself a handBetter pose for that cameraBetter pose, boy you better poseAnd it's your life nigga I supposeFor the lights, for the camera, and the actionNow you're face is meltin' from the flash of the big ol' lightsNigga you ask for this lifeWelcome to death campYeah, welcome to death campYeah, welcome to death campKissing on my bean bagYour lips on my tongue[Moonwalk] through your hair(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)This is fun I can tellI don't know if you'll handle it wellWelcome to hell camp(Lights, and the camera, and the action)You should be mine in a way tonight(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)
