[Dr. TC:]
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So, what's going on Wolf? Talk to me man...
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People worry, we hear stories about you getting into fights
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and all this unnecessary bullshit. What's on your mind? Talk to me I'm here.
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[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
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Domo roll another one, I'm just fuckin' with you I ain't smokin' none
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My squad bring terror, no intended pun
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Merch booth made niggas extensive funds
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Momma got the Rover with the Range
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She don't ever ever gotta struggle, not again
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And I put that on my dead grandmother's name...too soon
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[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
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My nigga Slater, yeah that's my little pony
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Little homies is reppin' like I been fuckin' with Kony
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Nigga Phillip and Kobe, to my niggas that know me
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Ya boy seem happy as fuck but truthfully ya boy lonely
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Niggas a target for marketing, he's an artist
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Can't even walk into Target without bothering customers bothering
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Asking me for a picture, then I talk to their sister
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Naw nigga, get lost, you're fucking smothering
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God I wanna quit, but I can't, cause mother and sister can't pay the rent
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4 stories with storage, I'm 21 with a mortgage
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And tourings' paying the bills, life is paying for thrills
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Lifes' a bitch bruh but from the third floor which is gorgeous
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A year ago I was broke, now how can I afford this
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I started off with disposables now I have an assortment
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And I'm using these negatives to develop a portrait
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Now the frame is a pain in the ass to get it in
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Without a scratch or stain on the glass
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But that's not important, just as long as it's printed
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And I hinted it is, and when I get it I'll make sure you get a copy bitch
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Shit I'll even add a signature with the fuckin' pic-ature
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I'll even tell you the film I used in the aperture
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
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Grandmother died, didn't cry not a tear
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I got a lot of fuckin wind no water dripped out the eye
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But when I got the news, yup it left your boy stuck
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Cause when my mom dipped out she was the one that gave me a fuck
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Mom callin' and callin', I'm on my way to a show
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I answer, she cryin' sayin' Sadie is dyin'
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The doc said she only had a week for us to speak
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Before she deceased, cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up
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Fuck, nah this is really awkward for me bruh
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I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back
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And started to think, like "What the fuck just happened?"
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I never had a death and I just seen her a week ago
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Meet them at the hospital I should
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In between the set of BADBADNOTGOOD
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Lionel asked what happened I said it's bad bad, not good
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Just take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of Oakwood
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Gettin' there, family sittin' center chair
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Awkard in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air
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Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there, there's a room
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Open up the curtain, she's just sitting there, hello
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Our conversations brief, couldn't even make eye contact when we speak
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Lookin' at her you could tell all she had was weak
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And I'm not talkin' days bruh, I'm talkin' 'bout her strife
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I sat there 20 minutes tops, hopin' it was just a fuckin' plea that she could cop
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She died that night
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[Dr. TC:] Oh that's heavy man, I'm sorry for your loss
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[Tyler:] Yeah whatever, don't worry about it..
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[Dr. TC:] Last time I seen Sammy he was lookin' for you
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[Tyler:] Fuck that nigga Sammy
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[Dr. TC:] Uhh... Have you seen him?
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[Tyler:] Nah but if I seen that nigga I woulda killed 'em
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Lone
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Tyler, The Creator |