เพลง Bastard (Explicit Version)

Bastard (Explicit Version) - Tyler, The Creator

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Some food for thought some food for death

Go 'head and f**kin' eat

My father's dead well I don't know

We'll never f**kin' meet

I cut my wrist and play piano cause

I'm so depressed

Somebody call the pastor this bastard is so posessed

This meetin' just begun ni**a I'm Satan's son

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

That I got love for my mother none of you other f**kas

Are much important I'm gettin' angrier while recordin'

I'm feelin' like the Bulls I've got a Gang of Wolves

Odd Future is children that's f**ked up on they mental

Simple but probably not f**k 'em

I'm tall dark skinny my ears are big as f**k

Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked

Suspended from school coolest ni**a without effort

Easy to spot like black b**ches with fake leopard

Soak me up in a tampon but keep the lamp on

'Cause this album packs enough evil

That you can't fit inside a jansport go to school with this

I go from AP to JC inside of f**kin' week

Wakin' up with random girls like

Yo b**ch how the f**k we meet

I stay with grandma she always bitchin' about her carpet

Every time I walk inside the house she always tend to start sh*t

No to drugs I never spark it I used to be bullied for honour classes

By those slow as molasses take this sh*t to school

Raquel treat me like my father like a f**kin' stranger

She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her

Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler

All because she said no to homecomin' demons runnin'

Inside my head tellin' me evil thoughts

I'm the dream catcher but nothin' but nightmares I caught go to sleep

I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky

F**k me the monster said some how the monster's dead

Inside of me but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

With this state of mind big moves Max Keeble

I'm on my grind feeble my music is evil

My f**kin' samples are too illegal play this sh*t in church

I graduated without honors or a f**kin' father

He died no b**ch don't even f**kin' bother

I wanted a brother my mother I told her

But instead I got a sister just like me with her mister nada

So both of our imaginations are creations of the f**kin' situation

That's havin' our brains racin' like Dayton wearin' some f**kin' heelies

I know you f**kin' feel me I want to f**kin' kill me

But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly

I'm doin' Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11

Seven

What's religion ni**a I am Legend

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

I created O.F cause I feel we're more talented

Than 40 year old rappers talkin' 'bout Gucci

When they have kids they haven't seen in years impressin' their peers

With the same problem the only way to solve them

Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver

Life's a salad I'mma toss it eat that sh*t up Rick Ross it

Sh*t it out bag it up sell it I'm so damn rebellious

'Cause my mother let me do what I want

She wasn't careless protective she is the bear

The sh*t is so bare my diary isn't hid

My father didn't give a f**k so it's somethin' I inherit

My mom's all I have so it's never meet the parents

When Danielle or Malonda decide to f**kin' share

This confused boy I wanna hug all ya

I'm bad for you kids to listen to

Soy is not the choice I'm bad milk drink it

My wrist is all red from the cutter

Drippin' cold blood like the winter the summer

Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah

Well that's not her f**kin name but I think this sh*t is clever

My niggas wanna know if I'm f**kin'

If I'm kissin'

But I'm sittin' here downin' beers simply just wishin'

With tear they try to tell me but I never listen

'Cause I don't give a sh*t like sittin' down pissin'

Eighteen still talkin' to imaginaries

Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy

Losers can never win me you can never offend me

My goal in life is a Grammy hopefully momma will attend the

Ceremony with all my homies

I'm suicidal

This my Zombie Circus I hope the majors heard this

F**k a deal I just want my father's emails

F**k the ceremony how much I f**kin' hate him in detail