Tyler, The Creator - Inglorious Lyrics
My father died the day I came outta my mother's holeAnd left the burden on my soul until I was old enoughTo understand that the *****in' faggot didn't like me muchHe loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake JuntBringin' pops to school today for twelve years I cheatedTold the *****in' faculty that he was at a meeting andBring that dude to life then he wasn't at the meetingMade a U-turn on the weather like the ***** am I thinkingBirthdays, Christmas my only *****ing wishlish was CD'sAnd a new fitted instead I got some CD'sI hated, some Ritalin, some white socksI was hyper cause I didn't get attention from my real popsCops say I'm supposed to be in jail but they don't know it's meStatistics say that niggas with no father ain't go be shitWell I guess I had one because nigga I'm itYou smell that? That's the odor of success *****I know I'm not the only bastard, in AmericaSo I'm gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me niggas***** you (I'm good)***** you (I graduated)Without you (I'm good)***** you (I'm good)Nigga eighteen (I'm good)***** you (I'm good)Got a car nigga (***** you)Eat a dick nigga, *****Father's Day was the worst when it came to giftsCause I ain't know for who or what the ***** to getNow my momma mentioned the day before she would likeCause she's playin' both roles like her occupation was dyke, *****in' rightI ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon'sThe niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cookin' in the kitchenPushin' keys like them niggas that were bangin' on the KeynesMy father never seen me, the nigga probably StevieHe bought me hoodie a couple albumsLike that's gonna make up the years and the tearsAnd the money that my momma spent on rent and clothesYou *****in' dicked out, I swear to God if I see youI'mma get out the M-16 and let a *****in' clip outCause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, noneI don't give a ***** either like father like son I'm doneHe ain't give a ***** about meHe ain't give a ***** about youHe ain't give a ***** about weSo what the ***** we gon' do?***** you (I'm good)***** you (I graduated)Without you (I'm good)***** you (I'm good)Nigga eighteen (I'm good)***** you (I'm good)Got a car nigga (***** you)Eat a dick nigga, *****The cold is nice, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the weatherThe skin is thick, no need for leather, your father calledHe said you're better without him, I'm not the only *****Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed upTake it to the shop, then what?***** it, mommas proud of her asmatic thin *****Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warmWhen the cold blood swarms in my veins, ***** rain in the summerThe bummer is the fact that I'm blackAnd I hang with white neos who's nero stays frioNow this consulor is tryna tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a *****D-low where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet play hero
