Tyler The Creator - Bastard (Instrumental) (исполнитель: 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 [bad word] #39; eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never [bad word] #39; meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed Somebody call the pastor, this [bad word] is so posessed This meetin' just begun, [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] up on they mental Simple but probably not, [bad word] 'em I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as [bad word] [bad word] white girls the only way I'll get my [bad word] sucked Suspended from school coolest [bad word] without effort Easy to spot like black [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39; week Wakin' up with random girls like "Yo, [bad word] how the [bad word] we meet?" I stay with grandma, she always [bad word] #39; about her carpet Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start [bad word] No to [bad word] I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honour classes By those slow as molasses, take this [bad word] to school Raquel treat me like my father like a [bad word] #39; 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 [bad word] #39;, [bad word] #39; 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39; samples are too illegal, play this [bad word] in church I graduated without honors or a [bad word] #39; father He died, no [bad word] don't even [bad word] #39; 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 [bad word] #39; situation That's havin' our brains racin' like Dayton, wearin' some [bad word] #39; heelies I know you [bad word] #39; feel me, I want to [bad word] #39; 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] up, Rick Ross it [bad word] it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so [bad word] rebellious Cause my mother let me do what I want She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear The [bad word] is so bare, my diary isn't hid My father didn't give a [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39; 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 [bad word] name, but I think this [bad word] is