[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
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This life is a game, if you wanna play
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Then count all your own mistakes
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Livin' it with no delay
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So fast I'm getting growing pains
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Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
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I go insane
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All the problems come with my growing age
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Blowin' Haze
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Trying to clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain
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I don't complain
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But the kid inside me's feeling so restrained
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Gotta stay golden
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Let desire rekindle the flame
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Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in my brain
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[Pre-Hook:]
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(Bring in the horns) You hear that fucking brass?
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(Fucking brass, nigga) That's little boy nigger with the trumpets
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Marchin' with the bandwagon
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Looking for his heart, no sleeve
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But his hand carry muskets
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Working in the meadows, Oblivion
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Motherfuck Geppetto
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He's a leader, not a puppet
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Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
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So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions
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[Hook:]
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Nigga's!
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(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
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Nigga's coming! Damn!
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(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
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[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
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They want a story, a story
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I write the shit that I find very amusing
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Cuz all the other fuckin' stories are boring
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It's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me
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It's like I fathered these fuckers, so you will find me on Maury
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I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing
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But it will come from experience and shit I see touring
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I'm like a birdman, I'm soaring, really high
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And I'm really horny, from watching this porn
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Nope
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[Pre-Hook:]
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(Bring in the horns) You hear that fucking brass?
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(Fucking brass, nigga) That's little boy nigger with the trumpets
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Marchin' with the bandwagon
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Looking for his heart, no sleeve
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But his hand carry muskets
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Working in the meadows, Oblivion
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Motherfuck Geppetto
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He's a leader, not a puppet
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Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
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So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions
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[Hook:]
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Nigga's!
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(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
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Nigga's coming! Damn!
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(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
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[Bridge:]
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5
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(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
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4
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(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
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3
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(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
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2
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(Erer-erer-erer)
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Where's Tyler?
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[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
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Bottom of the countdown
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Shit ain't been the same since I found out
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Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow
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Now I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth fucker
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That your teenage kid, likes to bow down
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Riding around town in Seattle
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With the same shotgun that Kurt used to "Click-Clack-Boom-Pow"
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Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
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Cuz I got a fucking award in my own room now
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Nope, but I can flip shit like a couch pillow
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And have my death silent like a loose vow
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The bandwagon turned into caboose, so
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So, don't let that little nigger trumpet lose sound
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Just let him play
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Sam (Is Dead)
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Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All |