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