Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goblin, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Album song Goblin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tyler
Song language: English
Goblin |
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 fucking role model (I know this) |
I’m a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams |
Since Kanye tweeted telling people he’s bumping all of my shit |
These mothafuckas think I’m supposed to live up to something? |
Shit |
I’m still jacking off and proceeding my life careless |
But getting more pussy cause I tell bitches I’m Wood Harris (as you should) |
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 mindfucked |
Now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked |
He still hasn’t called me yet |
But that’s a whole fucking different argument, shit I got over it |
And a couple bucks in my pockets, 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 fuck I’m gonna top that? |
Made a couple thou and I just don’t know what to buy yet |
The Preme shit is free, and I don’t drink so fuck a wine set |
Nigga fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity |
I’m fucked 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 fucking 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 |
(Bastard was good tho.) What you think I record it for? |
To have a bunch a critics call my shit 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 fucking 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 dick, I need a pissing waiver |
Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor |
People excited thinking shit is so tight (for what?) |
Getting co-signs from rappers that I don’t even like |
What the fuck you want me to do? |
Start to gobble his mic |
And start jacksing him off until his cack blasting off? |
Fuck that, these niggas ain’t fucking with me |
Cause I don’t listen to the immortal of tech of the nique |
And all this underground bullshit 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, (they dont, its not made for them) cause it’s not made |
for them |
The nigga 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 niggas getting offended |
They don’t want to fuck with me, cause I do not fuck with religion |
You see that’s my decision, you fuckers 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 dick 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 shit |
Now I’m living dreams that I wanted since 8 |
I can afford to get something my mother on her birthday |
They claim the shit 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 bitch full of estrogen |
And when she gives you lemons nigga throw them at pedestrians |
I, still live in my grandma’s house |
Sell out a fucking show in London just to end up on couches |
I hate my fucking life, but when I make that announcement |
My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then |
Then I am confused if I want in or just 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 (no you dont) |
Odd Future came from the bottom |
And it’s gonna take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em |
All you fucking lames don’t have to like me |
The devil doesn’t wear Prada, I’m clearly in a fucking white tee |