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[Intro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] You wouldn't do that, Tyler Kill yourself or anyone You don't— you don't even have the balls to begin with What you need is me, someone to talk to Uh, it's been a while since our last session, so Tell me what's been going on [Verse 1: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] I'm not a fucking role model (I know this) I'm a nineteen year old fuckin' emotional coaster with pipe dreams Since Kanye tweeted tellin' people he's bumpin' all of my shit These motherfuckers think I'm supposed to live up to somethin'? Shit I'm still jackin' off and proceeding my life careless But getting more pussy 'cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris (As you should) From Philly to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares At skateparks and airports all in a year, it's weird Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked (Yeah) Now competition missin' like that nigga my mom fucked He still hasn't called me yet (That's not your fault) But that's a whole fuckin' different argument, shit, I got over it And a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy A couple Hot Pockets and grandma could stop cookin' Them nasty ass collard greens, pressure's on me like this top hat Bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that? [Interlude: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] Tyler, you'll top it, you'll top that, you're a very capable individual Okay, you guys caught me I'm not a fuckin' rapist or a serial killer, I lied You know, you— you just want attention, you'll be fine I try too hard, huh? No, you don't [Verse 2: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] Made a couple thou' and I just don't know what to buy yet The 'preme shit is free and I don't drink, so fuck a wine set Nigga, fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity I'm fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity Oh, that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper 'Cause I'm too fuckin' ignorant to do some research? I'm the star of the group (Yeah) So no one else gets the respect that they deserve 'cause of you ('Cause of you) (Bastard was good though) What you think I record it for? To have a bunch a critics call my shit a bunch of horrorcore? Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious 'Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really fuckin' feel? Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off (I bet) Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissin' waiver (Here) Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor [Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] So um, ah, shit Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothin', livin' out his dreams? Why they gotta fuckin' hate? I think everyone's happy, everyone's immature Everyone loves you, Tyler, you have to believe that I don't even skate anymore, I'm too fuckin' busy I can barely kickflip now Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time when you're at home? What the fuck you mean I'm not talented? You see the shit that I've been doin'? I have, I mean, you're a great person I mean, I'm not that great of a rapper but as a whole, I'm pretty cool, right? [Verse 3: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] People excited, thinkin' shit is so tight (For what?) Getting co-signs from rappers that I don't even like What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic? And start Jackson him off until his cack blastin' off? (No) Fuck that, (That's gay) These niggas ain't fuckin' with me 'Cause I don't listen to the Immortal of Tech-of-the-nique And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T And some Waka Flocka Flame instead (I love that shit) of that real hip hop That's bull-of-the-sheet, but they want to critique Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released But they don't get it (They don't, it's not made for them) 'Cause it's not made for them The nigga that's in the mirror rappin', it's made for him But they do not have the mindset that's same as him I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him [Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] It is, but Tyler, you're gonna have to cut down on that "faggot" word, that's very, that's a, that's a bad— I'm not homophobic I mean, I don't think you are, but— Faggot Alright, well, since the last time we— The fuck is a good performance? I get on stage and I have as much fun as I can I mean, you, you, it seems like you have fun But your Twitter posts, just, I mean, they're really random and it's ADD Who doesn't have ADD? Well, I don't I mean, sometimes you just say really outlandish things And we just wanna know, what's the problem for this? I wish Thebe was here [Verse 4: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] Therapy's been sinnin' and niggas getting offended They don't wanna fuck with me 'cause I do not fuck with religion (Why?) You see, that's my decision, you fuckers don't have to listen Here, put this middle finger in your ear (I'd rather not) When someone gets blamed 'cause some white kid had aimed (What?) His AK-47 at forty-seven kids, I don't wanna see my name mentioned (I don't think anyone's going to men— I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you) College wasn't workin' and I wasn't workin' So I was at home jerkin' off until my dick was hurtin' But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait 'Cause the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shit (I mean, you, you—) Now I'm livin' dreams that I wanted since eight And can afford to get my mother somethin' on her birthday (I mean, you've explained to me that you were in school, but, I mean, I, I—) They claim the shit I say is just wrong Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone I'm just a teenager who admits he's suicide prone My life is doin' pretty good, so that date is postponed for now Wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen And when she gives you lemons, nigga, throw 'em at pedestrians (So, what are you saying, take advantage? I mean, you've been doin' pretty good, I've seen that—) I still live in my grandma's house Sell out a fuckin' show in London just to end up on couches I hate my fuckin' life, but when I make that announcement My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then And then I am confused if I want in or just out My friends really think I'm playin' when I say I need counselin' I sit in grandmother's livin' room and just pout And shout loud inside, sometimes, I just wanna die (No, you don't) Odd Future came from the bottom And it's gon' take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em (I believe you) All you fuckin' lames don't have to like me (Yeah) The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fuckin' white tee [Outro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] Woah, um, alright, uh, so you was tellin' me you went to New York