“Goblin” – Tyler, the Creator

“I’m not a fucking role model,
I’m a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams…
These mothafuckas think I’m ‘sposed to live up to something? Shit
I’m still jacking off and proceeding my life careless
But getting more pussy cause I tell bitches I’m Wood Harris
From LA to Paris, I’m getting these weird stares
At skateparks and airports all in the year, it’s weird…
And the couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy
A couple hot pockets and grandmom could stop cooking
Them nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat

I’m not a fucking rapist or serial killer, I lied
(We know, you just want attention, you’ll be fine)
I tried to hard, huh?

Made a couple thou’ and I just don’t know what to buy yet
The ‘Preme shit is free and I don’t drink, so fuck a wine set
Nigga fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity
Fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity
Oh that’s a triple three six, isn’t he a devil worshiper?
Cause I’m too fucking ignorant to do some research?
I’m the star of the group
So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you

Can’t they just be happy for me
Like, a kid with nothing, living out his dreams?
Why they got to fucking hate?

They don’t want to fuck with me cause I do not fuck with religion
You see that’s my decision, you fuckers don’t have to listen
Here, put this middle finger in your ear!
When someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47
At 47 kids, I don’t wanna see my name mentioned

I don’t think anyone’s going to mention
I don’t think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you

College wasn’t working and I wasn’t working
So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting
But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait
Cause the four days that I went, I wasn’t learning shit
Now I’m living dreams that I wanted since 8
I can afford to get my mother something on her birthday

They claim the shit I say is just wrong
Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone
I’m just a teenager, who admits he’s suicide prone
My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now
Wow, life’s a cute bitch full of estrogen
And when she gives you lemons nigga, throw them at pedestrians

I hate my fucking life, but when I make that announcement
My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then
And then I am confused if I want in or just out
My friends really think I’m playing when I say I need counseling

I sit in [my] room and just pout and shout loud
Inside, sometimes I just want to die…
All you fucking lames don’t have to like me
The devil doesn’t wear Prada, I’m clearly in a fucking white tee”

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