Artist: Tyler, the Creator Album: Goblin Song: Nightmare Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {So... you tell me that everythin just isn't goin well} {Well, first off} [Tyler, the Creator] My only problem is death Fuck heaven! I ain't showin no religion respect Brain damage, therapy's the only thing I regret Talkin to me is like a fuckin body missin a neck But, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top off Life is a bitch and my cock's soft, the Glock's cocked My hands trembled, my finger's slipped, the wall's red Her life is fucked, she's sad now, her son is dead [Chorus: repeat 2X] I told her I'm her worst nightmare This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair My spirit floats around in the night air or in your day dreams, that's how death seems [Tyler, the Creator] When I was younger I would smile a lot I'm gettin older, gettin bolder, but a wiser top Now I'm drunk drivin, lap's full of Budweiser tops Life is a movie and you're just a prop They begged me to stop, but I listen like deaf drums 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 gettin Taylor Swift to fuck me Annoying and I'm ugly, most niggaz wanna punch me I'm surprised the fuckin doctor even touched me Feel like Humpty, you hopin that I'll fall? Fuck y'all I'm Ace, I'm parentless, odd, kinda arrogant Ignorant as fuck, offend people for the hell of it because I am the devil, fucker get on my level Doughnuts and ki's and kick-flips Supremes and markers My life is Ms. Monique Parker But a little darker I'll see you in a couple O.F. [Chorus] {Tyler, here's some water man, you...} {You seem a little tense...} {How's uh... how's Thebe?} [Tyler, the Creator] All because a nigga just don't give a fuck Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fuckin up But fuck that, you're a shitty parent, face it, suck it up!! That's what you shoulda did before that nigga bust, huh Feel like I missed my little brother growin up Feel like my little brother missed his brother growin up But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growin up I got a little taller since the last time you seen me bruh Now I'm emo, so fuck it, I'm po'n up But I never had a drink (Sydney, Tyler's throwin up!) My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough I won't feel the feelings I be feelin when I'm sobered up But that's a fuckin lie, why would he say that I'm as emotionally straight as Travis when he's... {Tyler, calm down} Don't look at me, I'm 6'5", about to fuckin cry about another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die I finally had a family Domo's in another state, and where the fuck is Riley? Now you niggaz wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me but before the co-signin and you fuckers couldn't find me? Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death One ear I got kids screamin, "O.F. is the best" The other ear I got Tron Cat, askin 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 tellin my mom shit {why?} 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 knives get shown Now she's really fuckin' pissed, so the knives get thrown And hit her in her fuckin neck, now her throat's all gone Lookin like a fuckin 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 his house is my home I could live with the same hat And the same flat-screen TV watchin Flapjack And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday where I skate with the same fuckin friends that didn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh "Message from the GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat" E-mail full of e-mails, I never write back Ain't kill myself yet, and I already want my life back [Chorus] [Tyler, the Creator] One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops I'm blowin them flu shots, couldn't kill me with two top rockers You 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 shroomin with the bangers and the carneys You niggaz can't harm me cause y'all know that we at the fuckin Dirty like it's laundry {Tyler, calm down} Nigga, get off me {Calm down, man} Fuck off me man, fuck {what's gotten into you?} I don't know, it's like I'm a different person at times Sometimes I'm fuckin mad, sometimes I'm not {yeah, you...} As though I got a fuckin voice in my head Tellin me to do all this fucked up shit, man {yeah, what's this?} I don't fuckin know, man {what's this person named then, Tyler, huh?} He tells me to do this shit, that I don't wanna fuckin do {What's his name?} Tron Cat