Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bastard, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Album song Bastard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Record label: F.M.F. Entertainment
Song language: English
Bastard |
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep |
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin’eat |
My father’s dead well I don’t know, we’ll never fuckin’meet |
I cut my wrist and play piano cause I’m so depressed |
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed |
This meetin’just begun, nigga I’m Satan’s son |
My mother raised me a single parent so it’s apparent |
That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckas |
Are much important I’m gettin’angrier while recordin' |
I’m feelin’like the Bulls, I’ve got a Gang of Wolves |
Odd Future is children that’s fucked up on they mental |
Simple but probably not, fuck 'em |
I’m tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck |
Drunk white girls the only way I’ll get my dick sucked |
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort |
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard |
Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on Cause this album packs enough evil |
That you can’t fit inside a jansport, go to school with this |
I go from AP to JC inside of fuckin’week |
Wakin’up with random girls like «Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?» |
I stay with grandma, she always bitchin’about her carpet |
Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit |
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes |
By those slow as molasses, take this shit to school |
Raquel treat me like my father like a fuckin’stranger |
She still don’t know I made Sarah to strangle her |
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler |
All because she said no to homecomin', demons runnin' |
Inside my head tellin’me evil thoughts |
I’m the dream catcher but nothin’but nightmares I caught, go to sleep |
I wear green hats because I’m fortunately lucky |
Fuck me the monster said, some how the monster’s dead |
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil |
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble |
I’m on my grind feeble, my music is evil |
My fuckin’samples are too illegal, play this shit in church |
I graduated without honors or a fuckin’father |
I wanted a brother my mother I told her |
But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada |
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fuckin’situation |
That’s havin’our brains racin’like Dayton, wearin’some fuckin’heelies |
I know you fuckin’feel me, I want to fuckin’kill me But times I’m so serious you think I’m silly |
I’m doin’Big Style Willy couldn’t touch 11 |
Seven. |
What’s religion nigga? |
I am Legend |
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition |
I created O.F. |
cause I feel we’re more talented |
Than 40 year old rappers talkin''bout Gucci |
When they have kids they haven’t seen in years, impressin’their peers |
With the same problem, the only way to solve them |
Is to go to Father’s Day convention with a gold revolver |
Life’s a salad I’mma toss it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I’m so damn rebellious |
Cause my mother let me do what I want |
She wasn’t careless, protective she is the bear |
The shit is so bare, my diary isn’t hid |
My father didn’t give a fuck, so it’s somethin’I inherit |
My mom’s all I have so it’s never meet the parents |
When Danielle or Malonda decide to fuckin’share |
This confused boy, I wanna hug all ya, I’m bad for you kids to listen to Soy is not the choice, I’m bad milk, drink it My wrist is all red from the cutter |
Drippin’cold blood like the winter, the summer |
Is never that’s equivalent to me and Sarah |
Well that’s not her fuckin name, but I think this shit is clever |
My niggas wanna know if I’m fuckin', if I’m kissin' |
But I’m sittin’here downin’beers simply just wishin' |
With tear they try to tell me but I never listen |
Cause I don’t give a shit like sittin’down pissin' |
Eighteen, still talkin’to imaginaries |
Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy |
Losers can never win me, you can never offend me My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the |
Ceremony with all my homies, I’m suicidal |
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this |
Fuck a deal, I just want my father’s email |
So I can tell him how much I fuckin’hate him in detail |