Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nightmare , by - Tyler, The Creator. Song from the album Goblin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tyler
Song language: English
Nightmare |
| So, you tell me that everything just isn’t going well |
| Well, first off |
| My only problem is death |
| F*ck heaven, I ain’t showing no religion respect |
| Brain damage, therapy’s the only thing I regret |
| Talking to me is like a fucking body missing her neck |
| But, I’m surprised I ain’t pop off my top off |
| Life is a bitch and my cock’s off the Glock’s cock |
| My hand’s shriveled, my finger’s slipped, the wall’s red |
| Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son is dead |
| I told her I’m her worst nightmare |
| This is hell, you don’t ever gotta fight fear |
| My spirit floats around in the night air |
| Or in your day dreams, that’s how death seems |
| When I was younger, I would smile a lot |
| I’m getting older, getting bolder but a wiser top |
| Now I’m drunk driving, lap’s full of the Budweiser tops |
| Life is a movie and you’re just a prop |
| They begged me to stop but I listen like death drones |
| Love? |
| I don’t get none, that’s why I’m so hostile to the kids that get some |
| My father called me to tell me he loved me |
| I’d have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to fuck me |
| I know again I’m ugly, most niggas wanna punch me |
| I’m surprised the fucking doctor even touched me |
| Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I’ll fall? |
| Fuck y’all |
| I’m Ace, I’m parentless, I’m kinda arrogant |
| Ignorant as fuck, defend people for the hell of it |
| Because I am the devil, fucker get on my level |
| Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers |
| My life is Ms. Mo Unique Parker, but a little darker, I’ll see you in a couple |
| I told her I’m her worst nightmare |
| This is hell, you don’t ever gotta fight fear |
| My spirit floats around in the night air |
| Or in your day dreams, that’s how death seems |
| Tyler, here’s some water man |
| You seem a little tense. |
| how is Thebe? |
| All because a nigga just don’t give a fuck |
| Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up |
| But fuck that, you’re shitty parents, face it, suck it up |
| That’s what you shoulda did before that nigga bust, huh |
| Feel like I missed my little brother growing up |
| Feel like my little brother missed his brother growing up |
| But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing up |
| I got a little taller since the last time you seen me, bro |
| Now I’m emo, so fuck it, I’m Poe-in' up |
| But I never had a drink, «Sydney, Tyler’s throwing up!» |
| My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough |
| I won’t feel the feeling I be feeling when I’m sobered up |
| But that’s a fucking lie, why would he say that I’m |
| As emotionally strained as Travis when he’s. |
| (Tyler, calm down) |
| Don’t look at me, I’m 6'5"about to fucking cry |
| About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die |
| I finally had a family |
| Domo’s in another state, where the fuck is Riley? |
| Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me |
| But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn’t find me? |
| Fuck that! |
| I hope you die in a fiery death |
| One ear I got kids screaming «O.F. |
| is the best» |
| The other ear I got Tron Cat asking where the bullets and the bombs at |
| So I can kill these levels of stress, shit |
| They say that I’m shock value |
| How about you hop off cock and turn volume down? |
| I haven’t got around to telling my mom shit |
| Cause I don’t know how to. |
| (Whoa) |
| All I want is her support, whenever the fight’s at home |
| When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown |
| Now she’s really fuckin' pissed, so the knives get thrown |
| And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat’s all gone |
| Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone |
| Then they wonder why I stay at Travis pad with a backpack |
| For the whole week full of plastic-wrapped black tees |
| And deodorant like this house is my home |
| I could live with the same hat |
| And the same flat-screen TV watching Flapjack |
| And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday |
| Where I skate with the same fucking friends at |
| Didn’t give a fuck about fame or a name, oh |
| «Message from GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat» |
| Email full of emails, I never write back |
| Ain’t kill myself yet, now I already want my life back |
| I told her I’m her worst nightmare |
| This is hell, you don’t ever gotta fight fear |
| My spirit floats around in the night air |
| Or in your day dreams, that’s how death seems |
| One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops |
| I’m blowin' them flu shots, couldn’t kill me with two top rockers |
| You’re on the side of faggots and cock blockers |
| I’m on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches |
| I’m Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human |
| Cause I’m shrooming with the bangers and the carneys |
| You niggas can’t harm me cause you all know that |
| We at the fuckin' dirty lifer’s laundry (Tyler, calm down) nigga get off me |
| Fuck off me man, fuck (What's got into you?) |
| I don’t know, it’s like I’m a different person at times |
| Sometimes I’m fucking mad, sometimes I’m not (Yeah, you.) |
| As though I got a fucking voice in my head |
| Telling me to do all this fucked up shit, man (Yeah, what’s this?) |
| I don’t fucking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?) |
| He tells me to do this shit that I don’t wanna fucking do (What's his name?) |
| Tron Cat |