Tyler, The Creator - Goblin Lyrics
You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyoneYou don't even have the balls to begin withWhat you need is me, someone to talk toUh, it's been a while since our last sessionSo, tell me what's been going onI'm not a *****ing role model (I know this)I'm a 19 year old *****ing emotional coaster with pipe dreamsSince Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my shitThese motha*****as think I'm supposed to live up to something? ShitI'm still jacking off and proceeding my life carelessBut getting more ***** cause I tell *****es I'm Wood HarrisLA to Paris, I'm getting these weird staresAt skateparks and airports all in the air, it's weirdYonkers dropped and left them craniums mind*****edNow competition missing like that nigga my mom *****edHe still hasn't called me yetBut that's a whole *****ing different argument, shit I got over itAnd the couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buyA couple hot pockets and grandmom could stop cookingThem nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hatBastard intro, how the ***** I'm gonna top that?Made a couple thou and I just don't know what to buy yetSupreme shit is free, and I don't drink so ***** a wine setNigga ***** a mindset, my brain is an obscenityI'm *****ed in the head, I lost my mind with my virginityOh that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiperCause I'm too *****ing ignorant to do some researchI'm the star of the groupSo no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of youWhat you think I record it for?To have a bunch a critics to call my shit a bunch of horrorcore?Like I didn't make Parade or IngloriousCause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really *****ing feelOf course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' offIn the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed offMessage boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiverLet me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavorPeople excited thinking shit is so tightAnd co-signs from rappers that I don't even likeWhat the ***** you want me to do? Start to gobble this micAnd start jacksing him off until his cack blasting off?***** that, these niggas ain't *****ing with meCause I don't listen to the immortal of tech of the niqueAnd all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peakOn the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the WeekI'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the TAnd some Waka Flocka Flame instead that real hip hopThat's bull of the sheet but they want to critiqueEverything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever releasedBut they don't get it, cause it's not made for themThe nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for himBut they do not have the mindset, that same as himI'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on himTherapist been sinnin' and niggas getting offendedThey don't want to ***** with me, cause I do not ***** with religionYou see that's my decision, you *****ers don't have to listenHere, put this middle finger in your earSomeone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 at 47 kidsI don't wanna see my name mentionedCollege wasn't working and I wasn't workingSo I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurtingBut I was determined to be great, so those classes can waitFor the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shitNow I'm living dreams that I wanted since 8I can afford to get something my mother on her birthdayThey claim the shit I say is just wrongLike nobody has those really dark thoughts when aloneI'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide proneMy life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for nowWow, life's a cute ***** full of estrogenAnd when she gives you lemons nigga throw them at pedestriansI, still live in my grandma's houseSell out a *****ing show in London just to end up on couchesI hate my *****ing life, but when I make that announcementI hear a pause, my phone, just to put that in doubt thenThen I am confused if I want energy's outMy friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counselingI sit in grandmother's living room and just poutAnd shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to dieOdd Future came from the bottomAnd it's gonna take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'emAll you *****ing lames don't have to live meThe devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a *****ing white tee
