Sam (Is Dead) [Live]
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Lyrics
[Intro] Niggas! Niggas is coming! Can everybody put your motherfucking hands up? [Verse 1] This life is a game if you wanna play Counting all your own mistakes Living it with no delay So fast I′m getting growing pains Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane I go insane All these problems come with my growing age Blowing haze tryna clear the doubt that′s sitting on my brain I don't complain but the kid inside me's feeling so restrained Gotta stay golden Let desire rekindle the flame Searching for the Fountain of Youth When I′m free in my brain [Chorus] Bring in the horns You hear that fucking brass That′s little boy nigga with the trumpets Marching with the bandwagon Looking for his heart No sleeve but his hand carry muskets Lurking in the meadows, Oblivion Mothafuck Geppetto, he's a leader not a puppet Some professors nuttier than Klump′s dick So think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptions [Refrain] Niggas! Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left Niggas is coming! Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left [Verse 2] They want a story, a story I write the shit that I find very amusing Cause all the other fucking stories are boring It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me It′s like I fathered these fuckers So you won't find me on Maury I′m still a kid in my heart so I have a problem maturing But it will come from experiences and shit I see touring I'm like a bird when I'm soaring, really high And I′m really horny, from watching this porn Nope, but [Chorus] Put your motherfucking hands up! Bring in the horns You hear that fucking brass That′s little boy nigga with the trumpets Marching with the bandwagon Looking for his heart No sleeve but his hand carry muskets Lurking in the meadows, Oblivion Mothafuck Geppetto, he's a leader not a puppet Some professors nuttier than Klump′s dick So think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptions [Refrain] Niggas! Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left Niggas is coming! Your left, your left, your left, right left Your left, your left, your left, right left The niggas is coming [Outro] Is this about to be like a little moshpit right here? It is crazy out here, are you guys trying to kill eachother or not? Alright, that was cool Somebody choked somebody! That was cool, i'll make note on that
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Credits
- Writers
- Tyler, The Creator
- Domo Genesis