[Intro: Dr. TC]
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Tyler you obviously have some fucking problems
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And this is the end of this session, let's anything else you've gotta say?
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[Verse 1]
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Mom is getting jealous I see my manager more
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Than I see her before, I go on tour and it hurts
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I miss the days when this was fun but now it turned into work
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They getting legal, so now I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out
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My friends are turning into opposites
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Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist
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And all the bitches who forget about me want to ride my dick
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Harder than the white kids that copy shit
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Ending it is all I fucking think about, that's the shit I think about
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All alone, bawling 'til my mothafuckin' eyes bleed
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See, he's a leader in person and smile, shit gets disgursting
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When there's no person around, talking discussion shit, man
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F*ck, I'm putting myself at a distance
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For instance, my best friend is now my fucking assistant
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Niggas saying "Free Earl" without even knowin' him
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See, they're missing the new album, I'm missing my only friend
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[Interlude]
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When I say Odd, y'all say Future
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Odd.. uh-uh, that shit's corny as fuck
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(Tyler, you have a cult following)
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To these white kids?
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[Verse 2]
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Charbroiled nigga on these dark beats
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Nashes with the Nazis but it's normal what the cops see
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Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see
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Mommy was a living single queen with a lot tee
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So while my wallet's piling with some symbolic colored paper
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I lace her, cause she gave me such a lot at such a young age
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20, why didn't she get that abortion?
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Probably cause that motherfuckin embryo was morphing
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Into a Grammy winning schizophrenic fucking orphan
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Oops I meant bastard, a skinny ass disaster
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Mom works hard, still working on her masters
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Son lies about, taking classes at community college
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Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard
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Start a fuckin cult, clash his talents in a brash way
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Before he even had a mustache and cash
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And all I got was a fuckin' shitty article in Thrasher
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[Interlude]
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I'm not crazy, I'm a fucking table, I'm a fucking table!
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[Verse 3]
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I'mma grab the Nina and find a nice arena
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Cause I can't even choose between Ortega or Suprema
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And I'm not even human, I'm a body shaped demon
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With some semen in my sack and some problems in the back
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And a life that's full of crap, and a finger filled with hate
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And a gat that's filled with love, now let opposites attract
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I can finally be one like a marriage in a church
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But this marriage has a hearse and the parents of the one
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That's getting married has a curse and it's made up inside of him
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Too late to reimburse but, wait it gets worse
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All the guests that's in the church, all decided to disperse
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So there was nobody who could stop the wedding with converse
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So they tied the knot, now it's too late to reverse
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This arrangement (Yes it is) and the nurse is amazed at the hurt
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That he was painting but it was obvious in all the photos
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He was paining, now a bunch of whispering immerse
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[Outro]
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And then the nurse blurts
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(What the fuck is his problem, here, we have two doses to give him, here)
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Why didn't anybody ask him first?
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(I've been asking you this whole time)
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Because nobody gave a fuck
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(Someone gave a fuck Tyler
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And, uh, the person that gave a fuck was me
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See, you're not, going crazy, it's me, I'm your best friend Tyler
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I know everything, I know everything about you
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You've been helping yourself this whole time
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Your friends, they're just figments of your imagination
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Dr. TC, see Tyler, I'm your conscience
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I'm Tron Cat, I'm Ace, I'm Wolf Haley, I'm..)
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Me
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Golden
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Tyler, The Creator |