เนื้อเพลง Goblin - Tyler, the Creator

You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone
You don't even have the balls to begin with
What you need is me, someone to talk to
Uh, it's been a while since our last session
So, tell me what's been going on

I'm not a f*cking role model (I know this)
I'm a 19 year old f*cking emotional coaster with pipe dreams
Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my sh*t
These mothaf*ckas think I'm supposed to live up to something? Sh*t
I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless
But getting more p*ssy cause I tell b*tches I'm Wood Harris
LA to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares
At skateparks and airports all in the air, it's weird
Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindf*cked
Now competition missing like that n*gga my mom f*cked
He still hasn't called me yet
But that's a whole f*cking different argument, sh*t I got over it
And the couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy
A couple hot pockets and grandmom could stop cooking
Them nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat
Bastard intro, how the f*ck I'm gonna top that?

Made a couple thou and I just don't know what to buy yet
Supreme sh*t is free, and I don't drink so f*ck a wine set
N*gga f*ck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity
I'm f*cked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity
Oh that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper
Cause I'm too f*cking ignorant to do some research
I'm the star of the group
So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you
What you think I record it for?
To have a bunch a critics to call my sh*t a bunch of horrorcore?
Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious
Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really f*cking feel
Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off
In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off
Message boards are on my d*ck, I need a pissing waiver
Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor

People excited thinking sh*t is so tight
And co-signs from rappers that I don't even like
What the f*ck you want me to do? Start to gobble this mic
And start jacksing him off until his cack blasting off?
F*ck that, these n*ggas ain't f*cking with me
Cause I don't listen to the immortal of tech of the nique
And all this underground bullsh*t that's never gon' peak
On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week
I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T
And some Waka Flocka Flame instead that real hip hop
That's bull of the sheet but they want to critique
Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released
But they don't get it, cause it's not made for them
The n*gga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him
But they do not have the mindset, that same as him
I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him

Therapist been sinnin' and n*ggas getting offended
They don't want to f*ck with me, cause I do not f*ck with religion
You see that's my decision, you f*ckers don't have to listen
Here, put this middle finger in your ear
Someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 at 47 kids
I don't wanna see my name mentioned

College wasn't working and I wasn't working
So I was at home jerking off until my d*ck was hurting
But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait
For the four days that I went, I wasn't learning sh*t
Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since 8
I can afford to get something my mother on her birthday

They claim the sh*t I say is just wrong
Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone
I'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide prone
My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now
Wow, life's a cute b*tch full of estrogen
And when she gives you lemons n*gga throw them at pedestrians

I, still live in my grandma's house
Sell out a f*cking show in London just to end up on couches
I hate my f*cking life, but when I make that announcement
I hear a pause, my phone, just to put that in doubt then
Then I am confused if I want energy's out
My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counseling
I sit in grandmother's living room and just pout
And shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to die
Odd Future came from the bottom
And it's gonna take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em
All you f*cking lames don't have to live me
The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a f*cking white tee