Went to six flags
Six fags came up and said "ayo can we get a pic?"
I said no
And they said "oh it's wolf gang, Yonkers,
goblin is my shit though"
Now I'm like, fuck,
I don't want to be an asshole
So I'm sitting there posing
with Travis, Devon
With a fake smile like her
titties was drawing it on
So fucking annoyed
because I missed Goliath
Cause some kid said I was there then they
caused a riot
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound
of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed the top
with the box logo
And them fucking ears,
guarantee they didn't even hear bastard
They bandwagon-jumped me me from a
pogo, I'm going fucking loco
"Hey Tyler can I" no,
bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero, I
used to get bullied
Until I heard radicals,
the last part got to me
See, I used to give a fuck
until my cock would bleed
Now I'm the happiest I think
I'll ever ever be
My life is just like yours, no father
My momma must have forgot to stop
with a pop condom
In school I was the
one thinking outside boxes
So everybody in them would say that
I got problems
So when I heard you say it,
I said it back like fuck 'em
You're in inspiration
to niggas like me
Not the niggas who like you just cause of lyrics
and beats
I'm talking about the niggas
who don't know where they're going to be
I heard the song bastard right in the
moment of heat
Not in summer,
but of course I was holding a heat
Gun on the edge of my feet,
I heard that first piano chord
And it drew me in
like predators carrying treats
Then I said to myself
fuck is he speaking to me
See me and you we go together
like snare in a beat
I mean snare and a kick drum, see
my forearm
I carved of on it this morning with a glass
shard
On my green mini ramp that I built
in my backyard (that's weird)
That's hard, that scar from playing air
guitar
When I see you play at the Roxy (uh)
Tyler, I love you, I wanna be just like
you (alright)
I think about your face and I don't even fucking
try to (no homo)
Wish I had a basement mitt for
me to hide you
We could play Xbox and listen
to 'in search of' and eat donuts
Over conversating about what church
does
Come up with weird as s
videos with roach bugs
I'm straight edge too, so
no drugs on this trip
And Raquel that bitch, you should've
killed that bitch
You should've took me instead
(uh, that's weird)
See, if you can't have her
then he shouldn't neither
And if I can't have you
then she shouldn't either
No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt
I I worship you until the fucking wrinkles
on my knees hurt (what the fuck)
Odd future, wolf gang, golf wang,
flog gnaw, free earl mobbin'
I know it seems like just
I'm slobbing on your knob
But I'm just a fan and I ain't losing my fucking
noggin (yeah you are)
I ain't got a job and I went out
and bought goblin about 5 times
Cause (thanks for the support) I love you man
(alright)
I like tie-dyed tees tees or just plain white tees,
I like pants that's cut
I like words like fuck,
I got your pics on my wall
With the mouth cut out,
now paper cuts on my balls
Cause your dicks in my jaw
(what the fuck)
And I hit you on twitter about
10 minutes a day
And I'm bitter cause you don't even reply
with a hey (sorry)
And my boys think I'm gay
cause I play VCR
In my car all alone speakers
waking up neighbors
Alright my nigga, calm down,
it's getting weird, take this pic
So I can get on colossus,
line as slow as molasses
(Tyler listen) no nigga
I see you are loving my shit
And I appreciate the fact
that you would suck on my dick
But I'm not gay so its awkward, now
I'm grouchy like Oscar
After spilling some shit on his newest pair
of beige dockers
Yonkers and Yonkers (I love that song)
Sick of hearing about Yonkers
I'm grateful that it worked,
I attacked and I conquered
"Yeah whatever but I had a fucking
blast at that concert
I was at the Boston one, I got
a t-shirt from from Sagan
The one that says Sagan Lockhart
And when you
came out to sandwiches
That's when my fucking
boycrush got started"
Just take this fucking picture man, shit