My father died the day I came outta my mother's hole
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And left the burden on my soul until I was old enough
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To understand that the fuckin' faggot didn't like me much
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He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt
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Bringin' pops to school today for twelve years I cheated
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Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
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Bring that dude to life then he wasn't at the meeting
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Made a U-turn on the weather like the fuck am I thinking
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Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlish was CD's
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And a new fitted instead I got some CD's
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I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks
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I was hyper cause I didn't get attention from my real pops
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Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail but they don't know it's me
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Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't go be shit
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Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it
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You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch
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I know I'm not the only bastard, in America
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So I'm gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me niggas
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Fuck you (I'm good)
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Fuck you (I graduated)
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Without you (I'm good)
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Fuck you (I'm good)
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Nigga eighteen (I'm good)
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Fuck you (I'm good)
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Got a car nigga (Fuck you)
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Eat a dick nigga, bitch
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Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
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Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
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Now my momma mentioned the day before she would like
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Cause she's playin' both roles like her occupation was dyke, fuckin' right
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I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
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The niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cookin' in the kitchen
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Pushin' keys like them niggas that were bangin' on the Keynes
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My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
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He bought me hoodie a couple albums
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Like that's gonna make up the years and the tears
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And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
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You fuckin' dicked out, I swear to God if I see you
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I'mma get out the M-16 and let a fuckin' clip out
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Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
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I don't give a fuck either like father like son I'm done
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He ain't give a fuck about me
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He ain't give a fuck about you
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He ain't give a fuck about we
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So what the fuck we gon' do?
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Fuck you (I'm good)
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Fuck you (I graduated)
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Without you (I'm good)
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Fuck you (I'm good)
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Nigga eighteen (I'm good)
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Fuck you (I'm good)
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Got a car nigga (Fuck you)
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Eat a dick nigga, bitch
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The cold is nice, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the weather
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The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called
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He said you're better without him, I'm not the only fuck
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Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up
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Take it to the shop, then what?
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Fuck it, mommas proud of her asmatic thin fuck
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Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm
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When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
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The bummer is the fact that I'm black
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And I hang with white neos who's nero stays frio
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Now this consulor is tryna tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a fuck
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D-low where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet play hero
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Inglorious
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Tyler, The Creator |