文本歌词
Produced by: Tyler, The Creator"So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well..?""Well, first off..."My only problem is death****** heaven, I ain't showing no religion respectBrain damage, therapy's the only thing I regretTalking to me is like a ******ing body missing a neckBut, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top offLife is a ****** and my *******'s soft, the Glock's *******edMy hands tremble, my finger slipped, the wall's redHer life is ******ed, she's sad now, her son is deadI told her I'm her worst nightmareThis is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fairMy spirit floats around in the night airOr in your day dreams, that's how death seemsI told her I'm her worst nightmareThis is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fairMy spirit floats around in the night airOr in your daydreams, that's how death seemsWhen I was younger, I would smile a lotI'm getting older, getting bolder, but a wiser topNow I'm drunk driving, lap's full of Budweiser topsLife is a movie and you're just a propThey begged me to stop, but I listen like deaf drumsLove? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get someMy father called me to tell me he loved me—I'd have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to ****** meAnnoying and I'm ugly, most *******s wanna punch meI'm surprised the ******ing doctor even touched meFeel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? ****** y'allI'm Ace, I'm parentless, odd, kinda arrogantIgnorant as ******, offend people for the hell of itBecause I am the devil, ******er, get on my levelDoughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markersMy life is Ms. Mon-unique Parker, but a little darkerI'll see you in a couple, OFI told her I'm her worst nightmareThis is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fairMy spirit floats around in the night airOr in your day dreams, that's how death seemsI told her I'm her worst nightmareThis is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fairMy spirit floats around in the night airOr in your daydreams, that's how death seems"Tyler, here's some water, manYou seem a little tense... how's Thebe?"All because a ******* just don't give a ******Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is ******ing upBut ****** that, you're a *******ty parent, face it, suck it upThat's what you should've did before that ******* bust, huhFeel like I missed my little brother growing upFeel like my little brother missed his brother growing upBut this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing upI got a little taller since the last time you seen me, bruhNow I'm emo, so ****** it, I'm pouring upBut I never had a drink— (Sydney, Tyler's throwing up!)My ******* Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enoughI won't feel the feelings I be feeling when I'm sobered upBut that's a ******ing lie, why would he say that? I'mAs emotionally straight as Travis when he--(Tyler, calm down)Don't look at me, I'm 6'5", about to ******ing cryAbout another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or dieI finally had a familyDomo's in another state, and where the ****** is Riley?Now you *******s wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign meBut before the co-signing and you ******ers couldn't find me?****** that! I hope you die in a fiery deathOne ear I got kids screaming, "O.F. is the best"The other ear I got Tron Cat, asking where the bullets and the bombs atSo I can kill these levels of stress, *******They say that I'm shock valueHow about you hop off ******* and turn volume down?I haven't got around to telling my mom ******* (why?)Cause I don't know how to...(whoa)All I want is her support, but no, it's the fights at homeWhen mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shownNow she's really ******in' pissed, so the knives get thrownAnd hit her in her ******ing neck, now her throat's all goneLooking like a ******ing monster from the Twilight ZoneThen they wonder why I stay at Travis' pad with a backpackFor the whole week, full of plastic-wrapped black teesAnd deodorant like his house is my homeI could live with the same hatAnd the same flat-screen TV watching FlapjackAnd the same bacon and waffles on a nice SaturdayWhere I skate with the same ******ing friends thatDidn't give a ****** about fame or a name, oh"Message from The GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat"Email full of emails, I never write backAin't kill myself yet, and I already want my life backI told her I'm her worst nightmareThis is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fairMy spirit floats around in the night airOr in your day dreams, that's how death seemsOne shot, two shots, one gun, two copsI'm blowin' them flu shots, couldn't kill me with two top rockersYou're on the side of *******s and ******* blockersI'm on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notchesI'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a humanCause I'm shrooming with the bangers and the carneysYou *******s can't harm me cause y'all know thatWe at the ******in' Dirty like it's laundry (Tyler, calm down)*******, get off me(Calm down, man)****** off me man, ****** (what's gotten into you?)I don't know, it's like I'm a different person at timesSometimes I'm ******ing mad, sometimes I'm not (yeah, you...)It's like I got a ******ing voice in my headTelling me to do all this ******ed up *******, man (yeah, what's this?)I don't ******ing know, man (what's this person named then, Tyler, huh?)He tells me to do this *******, that I don't wanna ******ing do (what's his name?)Tron Cat