• 標題:Golden
  • 歌手:Tyler The Creator
  • 專輯:Goblin
  • 卡拉OK評級:1★
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    Tyler you obviously have some f*cking problems
    And this is the end of this session, let's anything else you've gotta say?

    Mom is getting jealous I see my manager more
    Than I see her before, I go on tour and it hurts
    I miss the days when this was fun but now it turned into work
    They getting legal, so now I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out
    My friends are turning into opposites
    Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist
    And all the b*tches who forget about me want to ride my dick
    Harder than the white kids that copy shit
    Ending it is all I f*cking think about, that's the shit I think about
    All alone, bawling 'til my mothaf*ckin' eyes bleed
    See, he's a leader in person and smile, shit gets disgursting
    When there's no person around, talking discussion shit, man
    F*ck, I'm putting myself at a distance
    For instance, my best friend is now my f*cking assistant
    N*ggas saying "Free Earl" without even knowin' him
    See, they're missing the new album, I'm missing my only friend
    When I say Odd, y'all say Future
    Odd.. uh-uh, that shit's corny as f*ck
    (Tyler, you have a cult following)
    To these white kids?
    Charbroiled n*gga on these dark beats
    Nashes with the Nazis but it's normal what the cops see
    Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see
    Mommy was a living single queen with a lot tee
    So while my wallet's piling with some symbolic colored paper
    I lace her, cause she gave me such a lot at such a young age
    20, why didn't she get that abortion?
    Probably cause that motherf*ckin embryo was morphing
    Into a Grammy winning schizophrenic f*cking orphan
    Oops I meant bastard, a skinny ass disaster
    Mom works hard, still working on her masters
    Son lies about, taking classes at community college
    Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard
    Start a f*ckin cult, clash his talents in a brash way
    Before he even had a mustache and cash
    And all I got was a f*ckin' shitty article in Thrasher
    I'm not crazy, I'm a f*cking table, I'm a f*cking table!