Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Inglorious , by - Tyler, The Creator. Song from the album Bastard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.12.2014
Record label: F.M.F. Entertainment
Song language: English
Inglorious |
| My father died the day I came outta my mother’s hole |
| And left the burden on my soul until I was old enough |
| To understand that the fuckin’faggot didn’t like me much |
| He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt |
| Bringin’pops to school today for twelve years I cheated |
| Told the fuckin’faculty that he was at a meeting and |
| Bring that dude to life then he wasn’t at the meeting |
| Made a U-turn on the weather like the fuck am I thinking |
| Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlish was CD’s |
| And a new fitted instead I got some CD’s |
| I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks |
| I was hyper cause I didn’t get attention from my real pops |
| Cops say I’m supposed to be in jail but they don’t know it’s me Statistics say that niggas with no father ain’t go be shit |
| Well I guess I had one because nigga I’m it You smell that? |
| that’s the odor of success bitch |
| I know I’m not the only bastard, in America |
| So I’m gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me niggas |
| Fuck you (I'm good) |
| Fuck you (I graduated) |
| Without you (I'm good) |
| Fuck you (I'm good) |
| Nigga eighteen (I'm good) |
| Fuck you (I'm good) |
| Got a car nigga (Fuck you) |
| Eat a dick nigga, bitch |
| Father’s Day was the worst when it came to gifts |
| Cause I ain’t know for who or what the fuck to get |
| Now my momma mentioned the day before she would like |
| Cause she’s playin’both roles like her occupation was dyke, fuckin’right |
| I ain’t look up to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo’s and Dixon’s |
| The niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cookin’in the kitchen |
| Pushin’keys like them niggas that were bangin’on the Keynes |
| He bought me hoodie a couple albums |
| Like that’s gonna make up the years and the tears |
| And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes |
| You fuckin’dicked out, I swear to God if I see you |
| I’mma get out the M-16 and let a fuckin’clip out |
| Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none |
| I don’t give a fuck either like father like son I’m done |
| He ain’t give a fuck about me He ain’t give a fuck about you |
| He ain’t give a fuck about we So what the fuck we gon’do? |
| Fuck you (I'm good) |
| Fuck you (I graduated) |
| Without you (I'm good) |
| Fuck you (I'm good) |
| Nigga eighteen (I'm good) |
| Fuck you (I'm good) |
| Got a car nigga (Fuck you) |
| Eat a dick nigga, bitch |
| The cold is nice, and I ain’t talkin''bout the weather |
| The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called |
| He said you’re better without him, I’m not the only fuck |
| Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up Take it to the shop, then what? |
| Fuck it, mommas proud of her asmatic thin fuck |
| Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm |
| When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer |
| The bummer is the fact that I’m black |
| And I hang with white neos who’s nero stays frio |
| Now this consulor is tryna tell me that I’m emo, she don’t give a fuck |
| D-low where’s the trigger, I’ll let this bullet play hero |