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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Trehy Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably say the same Fuck... hated by everyone, that's the way it seems I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I'm amused alone Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team Depression on the stalk again My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough Whenever I am losing oxygen, bully hand around my neck Because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again I brought that on myself, see I should know my place But not at lunchtime, see I know better then to show my face around them But the day I do it will be everywhere When I share these feelings finally they gon' fucking care Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots Crash a couple- Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus It's us, nigga I said it's us, nigga Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you Was when i... "uh" with all them burners, you Think that I'm some punk bully bitch who ain't gone trouble you Well im gonna burst your bubble two times if you dont mind umm "Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and thats Tyler And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats! Don't start asking whats packin in these trench coats! But just know if you start acting im grabbin for these trench coats! My step-father called me a fag, I'll show him a fag I'll light a fire up in his ass And recently them assholes that be fuckin with me in class So I'mma keep them motherfuckers there and make sure they pass, huh My prom date, she distance my offer So I'mma --- and toss her in the principles office Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend? (Yeah but my parents-) Oh don't worry you will probably never see them again Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots Crash a couple- Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus It's us, nigga I said it's us, nigga Bum bum bum bum bum Bum bum bum bum bum Bum. bum. bum. burumrumrumrum bum bum bum Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe We are the Sams, and we're dead its just four of us We come in peace we mean no harm and we're inglorious We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us I guess we lost ours Music had nothing to do with my final decision I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had Since I was a kid but I'm growing up so they missin' I didn't mean to hurt anybody I'm sorry I wouldn't hurt a fly or consider joining the army I'm hardly ever angry, Roger Rabbit framed me Momma I'm the same fucking kid that you made see? I don't wanna go to jail I just wanna go home And I want those fucking kids at school to just leave me alone And I... I hear helicopters make them dip I'm fucking reloaded I told you all that I ain't takin shit You better backup before this Mac starts to lift up I'll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up The difference between us and our class is tan khakis I got 99 problems and all of them is being happy
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