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Uploaded on Jun 12, 2011
Tyler, the Creator - Nightmare(Lyrics)
[Intro] So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well Well, first off
[Verse 1] My only problem is death Fuck heaven, I ain't showing no religion respect Brain damage, therapy's the only thing I regret Talking to me is like a fucking body missing her neck But, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top off Life is a bitch and my cock's soft, the Glock's cocked My hands trembled, my finger's slipped, the wall's red Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son is dead
[Hook] I told her I'm her worst nightmare This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair My spirit floats around in the night air Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems
[Verse 2] When I was younger, I would smile a lot I'm getting older, getting bolder but a wiser top Now I'm drunk driving, lap's full of the Budweiser tops Life is a movie and you're just a prop They begged me to stop but I listen like death drones Love? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get some My father called me to tell me he loved me I'd have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me Annoying and I'm ugly, most niggas wanna punch me I'm surprised the fucking doctor even touched me Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? Fuck y'all I'm Ace, I'm parentless, odd, kinda arrogant Ignorant as fuck, defend people for the hell of it Because I am the devil, fucker get on my level Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers My life is Ms. Monique Parker, but a little darker, I'll see you in a couple
[Interlude] Tyler, here's some water man You seem a little tense.. how is Thebe?
[Verse 3] All because a nigga just don't give a fuck Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up But fuck that, you're shitty parents, face it, suck it up That's what you shoulda did before that nigga bust, huh Feel like I missed my little brother growing up Feel like my little brother missed his brother growing up But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing up I got a little taller since the last time you seen me, bro Now I'm emo, so fuck it, I'm pouring up But I never had a drink, (Sydney, Tyler's throwing up!) My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough I won't feel the feeling I be feeling when I'm sobered up But that's a fucking lie, why would he say that I'm As emotionally strained as Travis when he's.. (Tyler, calm down) Don't look at me, I'm 6'5" about to fucking cry About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die I finally had a family Domo's in another state, where the fuck is Riley? Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn't find me? Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death One ear I got kids screaming "O.F. is the best" The other ear I got Tron Cat asking where the bullets and the bombs at So I can kill these levels of stress, shit They say that I'm shock value How about you hop off cock and turn volume down? I haven't got around to telling my mom shit Cause I don't know how to.. (Whoa) All I want is her support, whenever the fight's at home When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown Now she's really fuckin' pissed, so the knives get thrown And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat's all gone Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone Then they wonder why I stay at Travis pad with a backpack For the whole week full of plastic-wrapped black tees And deodorant like this house is my home I could live with the same hat And the same flat-screen TV watching Flapjack And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday Where I skate with the same fucking friends at Didn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh "Message from GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat" Email full of emails, I never write back Ain't kill myself yet, now I already want my life back
[Verse 4] One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops I'm blowin' them flu shots, couldn't kill me with two top rockers You're on the side of faggots and cock blockers I'm on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches I'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human Cause I'm shrooming with the bangers and the carneys You niggas can't harm me cause you all know that We at the fuckin' Dirty like it's laundry (Tyler, calm down) nigga get off me
[Outro] Fuck off me man, fuck (What's got into you?) I don't know, it's like I'm a different person at times Sometimes I'm fucking mad, sometimes I'm not (Yeah, you..) As though I got a fucking voice in my head Telling me to do all this fucked up shit, man (Yeah, what's this?) I don't fucking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?) He tells me to do this shit that I don't wanna fucking do (What's his name?) Tron Cat