Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colossus, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Date of issue: 31.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Colossus |
| Went to Six Flags, six fags came up and said «Ayo |
| Can we get a pic?», I said no |
| And they said «Oh it’s Wolf Gang, Yonkers, Goblin is my shit though» |
| Now I’m like «fuck, I don’t want to be an asshole» |
| So I’m sitting there posing with Travis, Devon |
| With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on |
| So fucking annoyed because I missed Goliath |
| Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot |
| Now I’m surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna get a photo |
| All because they noticed the top with the box logo |
| And them fucking ears, guarentee they didn’t even hear Bastard |
| They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo, I’m going fucking loco |
| «Hey Tyler can I,"No, bitch, don’t you see me tryna buy a fucking churro? |
| «But Tyler, you’re my hero, I used to get bullied |
| Until I heard Radicals, the last part got to me. |
| See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleed |
| Now I’m the happiest I think I’ll ever ever be |
| My life is just like yours, no father |
| My momma must have forgot to stop with a pop condom |
| In school I was the one thinking outside boxes |
| So everybody in them would say that I got problems |
| So when I heard you say it, I said it back like fuck 'em |
| You’re in inspiration to niggas like me |
| Not the niggas who like just cause of lyrics and beats |
| I’m talking about the niggas who don’t know where they’re going to be |
| I heard the song Bastard right in the moment of heat |
| Not in summer, but of course I was holding a heat |
| Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard first piano chord |
| And it drew me in like predators carrying treats |
| Then I said to myself fuck is he speaking to me |
| See me and you we go together like snare in a beat |
| I mean snare and a kick drum, see me forearm |
| I carved OF on it this morning with a glass shard |
| On my green miniramp that I built in my backyard (that's weird) |
| That’s hard, that scar from playing air guitar |
| When I see you play at the Roxy (uhhhh) |
| Tyler, I love you, I want to be just like you (alright) |
| I think about your face and I don’t even fucking try to (no homo) |
| Wish I had a basement mitt for me to hide you |
| We could play X-Box and listen to 'In Search Of,' and eat donuts |
| Over conversating about what church does |
| Come up with weird ass videos with roach bugs |
| I’m straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip |
| And Raquel that bitch, you should’ve killed that bitch |
| You should’ve took me instead (uhhh, that’s weird) |
| See, if you can’t have then he shouldn’t either |
| And I can’t have you then she shouldn’t either |
| No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt |
| I worship until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt (what the fuck) |
| Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbin |
| I know it seems like just I’m slobbing on your knob |
| But I’m just a fan and I’m lossing my fucking noggin (yeah you are) |
| I ain’t got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about 5 times |
| Cause (thanks for the support) I love you man (alright) |
| I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees, I like pants that’s cut |
| I like words like fuck, I got your pics on my wall |
| With the mouth cut out, now paper cuts on my balls |
| Cause your dicks in my jaw (what the fuck) |
| And I hit on twitter about 10 minutes a day |
| And I’m bitter cause you don’t even respond with a hey (sorry) |
| And my boys think I’m gay cause I play VCR |
| In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors,» |
| Alright my nigga, calm down, it’s getting weird, take this pic |
| So I can get on colossus, rhyme this slow as molasses |
| (Tyler listen) no nigga I see you are loving my shit |
| And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick |
| But I’m not gay so it’s awkward, now I’m grouchy like oscar |
| After spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige dockers |
| Yonkers and yonkers (I love that song) |
| Sick of hearing about yonkers |
| I’m grateful that it worked, I attacked and conquered |
| «Yeah whatever but I fucking blast at that concert |
| I was at the Boston one, I got a t-shirt from Sagan |
| And when I say sagan lockhart |
| And when you came out to Sandwiches |
| That’s when my fucking boycrush got started» |
| Just take this fucking picture man |
| Shit |