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Tyler, The Creator

This life is a game if you wanna play
Counting all your own mistakes
Living it with no delay
So fast I m getting growing pains
Father didn t show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go insane
All the problems come with my growing age
Blowing haze tryna clear
the doubt that s sitting on my brain
I don t complain but the kid inside me s
feeling so restrained
Gotta stay golden
Let desire rekindle the flame
Searching for the Fountain of Youth
When I m free in my brain

Bring in the horns
You hear that fucking brass
That s little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart
No sleeve but his hand carry muskets
Lurking in the meadows, Oblivion
Mothafuck Geppetto, he s a leader not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump s dick
So think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptions

Niggas
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Niggas is coming
Your left, your left, your left, right left

They want a story - a story
I write the shit that I find very amusing
Cause all the other fucking stories are boring
It s really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
It s like I fathered these fuckers
So you won t find me on Maury
I m still a kid in my heart so I have a problem maturing
But it will come from experiences and shit I see touring
I m like a bird when I m soaring, really high
And I m really horny, from watching this porn
Nope, but

5, 4, 3, 2, and where s Tyler

Bottom of the countdown, shit ain t been the same
Since I found out Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow
Now I m the loud shock value style foul mouth fucker
That your teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding around town in Seattle
With the same shotgun that Kurt
used to click-clack, boom-pow
Still suicidal but some assume that I m cool now
Cause I got a fucking award and my own room now
Nope but I can flip shit like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vowel
The bandwagon turned into caboose, so
So, don t let that little nigga trumpet lose sound
just let him play