Went to the six flags, six fags came up and said hey yo
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Can we get a pic? I said no
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And they said oh, it's wolf gang, yonkers, goblin is my shit though
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Now I'm like fuck, I don't wanna be an asshole
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So I'm sitting here posing with travis devaughn
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With a fake smile like her titties was drawing on it
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So fucking annoyed because I missed goliath
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Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot
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Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryina get a photo
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All because they noticed the top with the box logo
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And them fucking ears, guarantee they didn't even hear bastard
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They band wagon jumped me from a poho
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I'm going fucking loco
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Hey tyler can I, no bitch don't you see me tryina buy a fucking churo?
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But tyler, you're my hero, I used to get bullied
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Until I heard radicals, the last part got to me
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See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleed
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Now I'm the happiest I think I'll ever ever be
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My life is just like yours, no father
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My mama must have forgot to stop with a pop condom
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In school I was the one thinking outside boxes
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So everybody in them would say that I got problems
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So when I heard you say it, I said it back like fuck em
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You're in inspiration to niggas like me
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Not the niggas who like just cause of lyrics and beats
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I'm talking about the niggas who don't know where they're going to be
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I heard the song bastard right in the moment of heat
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Not in summer, but of course I was holding a heat
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Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard first piano chord
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And it drew me in like predators carrying treats
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Then I said to myself fuck is he speaking to me
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See me and you we go together like snare in a beat
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I mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm
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I carved of on it this morning with a glass shard
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On my green mini ramp that I buildt in my backyard, that's weird
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That's hard, that scar from playing air guitar
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When I see you play at the roxy
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Tyler, I love you, I wanna be just like you
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I think about your face and I don't even fucking try to, no homo
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Wish I had a basemened mitt for me to hide you
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We could play xbox and listen to in search of, and eat donuts
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Over conversating about what church does
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Come up with weird ass videos with roach bugs
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I'm straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip
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And I killed that bitch, you should've killed that nitch
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You should've took me instead
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See, if you can't have then he shouldn't either
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And I can't have you then she shouldn't either
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No one should see you, but me in your t shirt
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I worship until the fuckin wrinkles on my knees hurt, what the fuck!?
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Odd future, wolf gang, golf wang, flog gnaw, free earl mobbin
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I know it seems like just I'm slobbin on your knob
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But I'm just a fan and I'm losing my fuckin noggin
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I ain't got a job and I went and bought gobling about 5 times
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Cause I love you man
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I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees
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I like pants that cut, I like words like fuck
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I got your pics on my wall, with the mouth cut out
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Now paper cuts on my balls
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Cause your dicks in my jaw, what the fuck
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And I hit out twitter about 10 minutes a day
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And I'm bitter cause you don't even respond with a hey
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And my boys think I'm gay, cause I play vcr,
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In m car alone, speakers waking up neighbors
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Alright my nigga, calm down
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It's getting weird, take this ic
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So I can get on colossus, rhyme this slow as molasses
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No nigga I see you are loving my shit
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And I apperciate the fact that you would suck on my dick
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But I'm not gay so it's awkward, now I'm grouchy like oscar
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After spillin some shit on his newest pair of beige dockers
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Yonkers and yonkers, I love that song
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Sick of hearing about yonkers, I'm grateful that I worked
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I attacked and conquered, yeah, whatever but I fucking blast at the concert
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I was at the boston one, I got a t shirt from sagan
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And when I say sagan lockhart, and when you come out to sandwiches
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That's when my fucking boycrush got started
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Just take this fucking picture man, shit.
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Colossus (The Bridge Of Love)
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Tyler, The Creator |