Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Golden, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Album song Goblin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tyler
Song language: English
Golden |
| Tyler you obviously have some fucking problems |
| And this is the end of this session, let’s anything else you’ve gotta say? |
| Mom is getting jealous I see my manager more |
| Than I see her before, I go on tour and it hurts |
| I miss the days when this was fun but now it turned into work |
| They getting legal, so now I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out |
| My friends are turning into opposites |
| Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist |
| And all the bitches who forget about me want to ride my dick |
| Harder than the white kids that copy shit |
| Ending it is all I fucking think about, that’s the shit I think about |
| All alone, bawling 'til my mothafuckin' eyes bleed |
| See, he’s a leader in person and smile, shit gets disgursting |
| When there’s no person around, talking discussion shit, man |
| F*ck, I’m putting myself at a distance |
| For instance, my best friend is now my fucking assistant |
| Niggas saying «Free Earl"without even knowin' him |
| See, they’re missing the new album, I’m missing my only friend |
| When I say Odd, y’all say Future |
| Odd. |
| uh-uh, that shit’s corny as fuck |
| (Tyler, you have a cult following) |
| To these white kids? |
| Charbroiled nigga on these dark beats |
| Nashes with the Nazis but it’s normal what the cops see |
| Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see |
| Mommy was a living single queen with a lot tee |
| So while my wallet’s piling with some symbolic colored paper |
| I lace her, cause she gave me such a lot at such a young age |
| 20, why didn’t she get that abortion? |
| Probably cause that motherfuckin embryo was morphing |
| Into a Grammy winning schizophrenic fucking orphan |
| Oops I meant bastard, a skinny ass disaster |
| Mom works hard, still working on her masters |
| Son lies about, taking classes at community college |
| Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard |
| Start a fuckin cult, clash his talents in a brash way |
| Before he even had a mustache and cash |
| And all I got was a fuckin' shitty article in Thrasher |
| I’m not crazy, I’m a fucking table, I’m a fucking table! |
| I’mma grab the Nina and find a nice arena |
| Cause I can’t even choose between Ortega or Suprema |
| And I’m not even human, I’m a body shaped demon |
| With some semen in my sack and some problems in the back |
| And a life that’s full of crap, and a finger filled with hate |
| And a gat that’s filled with love, now let opposites attract |
| I can finally be one like a marriage in a church |
| But this marriage has a hearse and the parents of the one |
| That’s getting married has a curse and it’s made up inside of him |
| Too late to reimburse but, wait it gets worse |
| All the guests that’s in the church, all decided to disperse |
| So there was nobody who could stop the wedding with converse |
| So they tied the knot, now it’s too late to reverse |
| This arrangement (Yes it is) and the nurse is amazed at the hurt |
| That he was painting but it was obvious in all the photos |
| He was paining, now a bunch of whispering immerse |
| And then the nurse blurts |
| (What the fuck is his problem, here, we have two doses to give him, here) |
| Why didn’t anybody ask him first? |
| (I've been asking you this whole time) |
| Because nobody gave a fuck |
| (Someone gave a fuck Tyler |
| And, uh, the person that gave a fuck was me |
| See, you’re not, going crazy, it’s me, I’m your best friend Tyler |
| I know everything, I know everything about you |
| You’ve been helping yourself this whole time |
| Your friends, they’re just figments of your imagination |
| Dr. TC, see Tyler, I’m your conscience |
| I’m Tron Cat, I’m Ace, I’m Wolf Haley, I’m.) |
| Me |