Lyrics Parade - Tyler, The Creator

Parade

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able
I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable
Eighteen with the whole world in front of me Odd Future teenagers, nobody can fuck with we Odd (I'm a young man)
Future (I'm a little boy)
Wolf (Yes I’m over-joyed)
Gang (Let's parade in gold)
I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk
I skip to places, smilin’faces, while you fuckin’walk
My TV stays on Cartoon Network, fuck that Twilight shit
You have highlights about your life, I have half of my high life bitch
Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid
Watch them grow and then you die?
No, nigga fuck the system
Odd (I'm a young man)
Future (I'm a little boy)
Wolf (Yes I’m over-joyed)
Gang (Let's parade in gold)
Good kids make bad grown ups
Stay gold, stray old, maturin’means that your life sucks
In my wolf suit, I roam where the wild things at Still growin', still learnin', not knowin’that I’m Matt
I don’t wanna grow up, I know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen
Odd (I'm a young man)
Future (I'm a little boy)
Wolf (Yes I’m over-joyed)
Gang (Let's parade in gold)
They say I’m immature, I say that they depressed
I talk to unicorns, I’m wearin’a uniform
Of a nigga that don’t give a fuck about time
You live your life all serious while I’m enjoyin’mine