เนื้อเพลง Inglorious - Tyler, the Creator

My father died the day I came outta my mother's hole
And left the burden on my soul until I was old enough
To understand that the f*ckin' faggot didn't like me much
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt
Bringin' pops to school today for twelve years I cheated
Told the f*ckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring that dude to life then he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather like the f*ck am I thinking
Birthdays, Christmas my only f*cking wishlish was CD's
And a new fitted instead I got some CD's
I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper cause I didn't get attention from my real pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail but they don't know it's me
Statistics say that n*ggas with no father ain't go be sh*t
Well I guess I had one because n*gga I'm it
You smell that? That's the odor of success b*tch

I know I'm not the only bastard, in America
So I'm gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me n*ggas

F*ck you (I'm good)
F*ck you (I graduated)
Without you (I'm good)
F*ck you (I'm good)
N*gga eighteen (I'm good)
F*ck you (I'm good)
Got a car n*gga (F*ck you)
Eat a d*ck n*gga, b*tch

Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
Cause I ain't know for who or what the f*ck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day before she would like
Cause she's playin' both roles like her occupation was dyke, f*ckin' right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The n*ggas in the vision rap about the sh*t they cookin' in the kitchen
Pushin' keys like them n*ggas that were bangin' on the Keynes
My father never seen me, the n*gga probably Stevie
He bought me hoodie a couple albums
Like that's gonna make up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
You f*ckin' d*cked out, I swear to God if I see you
I'mma get out the M-16 and let a f*ckin' clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
I don't give a f*ck either like father like son I'm done

He ain't give a f*ck about me
He ain't give a f*ck about you
He ain't give a f*ck about we
So what the f*ck we gon' do?

F*ck you (I'm good)
F*ck you (I graduated)
Without you (I'm good)
F*ck you (I'm good)
N*gga eighteen (I'm good)
F*ck you (I'm good)
Got a car n*gga (F*ck you)
Eat a d*ck n*gga, b*tch

The cold is nice, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the weather
The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called
He said you're better without him, I'm not the only f*ck
Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up
Take it to the shop, then what?
F*ck it, mommas proud of her asmatic thin f*ck
Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins, f*ck rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact that I'm black
And I hang with white neos who's nero stays frio
Now this consulor is tryna tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a f*ck
D-low where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet play hero