[Intro: Tyler, the Creator]Um, excuse me misterbut can you please turn down the lightsI don't really like all these cameras, manAnd this shit just don't feel rightAnd I don't really wanna be rude to you, sirBut fuck you mean I can't wear my hat in here?And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, nigga[Verse: Tyler, the Creator]I hope you little niggas is listeningThem Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infantThe blind niggas used to make fun of my visionAnd now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuitionSo special the teacher asked if I was autisticAnd now I'm making plates, you just washing the dishesSo if you don't mind, get the fuck out of my kitchenBut keep your ego here so I can butt fuck your opinionBut in the meantime brainwashing millions of minionsLeader of the new schoolAnd you will never catch mein none of their fucking shin-digsI hope you fucking niggas is angry, pissed, and offendedIn Search of... did more for me than IllmaticThat's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabricI made my own shit, you went out and bought yoursMan I got too much drive, motherfucker, I hate trafficLa-di-da-di, I'm going harderhan coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathersWhen it's a lot at stake carne asadalet's be honest, I'm really morphingNamed the album Cherry Bombercause Greatest Hits sounded boringI don't like to follow the rules, she said that I mustI don't have any armpitsShe wanted to talk who's in charge of this Golf shitI said "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant"And who I are isn't really importantMy heart is as dark as a window with car tintSo hop in with your friends [?]And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsickIt's young TI don't like to follow the rulesAnd that's just who I amI hope you understandAnd I don't really think y'all coolSo give y'all self a handNo, no, give yourself a handBetter pose for that cameraBetter pose, boy you better poseAnd it's your life nigga I supposeFor the lights, for the camera, and the actionNow you're face is meltin' from the flash of the big ol' lightsNigga you ask for this lifeWelcome to death campYeah, welcome to death campYeah, welcome to death campKissing on my bean bagYour lips on my tongue[Moonwalk] through your hair(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)This is fun I can tellI don't know if you'll handle it wellWelcome to hell camp(Lights, and the camera, and the action)You should be mine in a way tonight(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)
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[Intro: Tyler, the Creator]
Um, excuse me mister
but can you please turn down the lights
I don't really like all these cameras, man
And this shit just don't feel right
And I don't really wanna be rude to you, sir
But fuck you mean I can't wear my hat in here?
And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, nigga
[Verse: Tyler, the Creator]
I hope you little niggas is listening
Them Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infant
The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision
And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition
So special the teacher asked if I was autistic
And now I'm making plates, you just washing the dishes
So if you don't mind, get the fuck out of my kitchen
But keep your ego here so I can butt fuck your opinion
But in the meantime brainwashing millions of minions
Leader of the new school
And you will never catch me
in none of their fucking shin-digs
I hope you fucking niggas is angry, pissed, and offended
In Search of... did more for me than Illmatic
That's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabric
I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours
Man I got too much drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic
La-di-da-di, I'm going harder
han coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers
When it's a lot at stake carne asada
let's be honest, I'm really morphing
Named the album Cherry Bomber
cause Greatest Hits sounded boring
I don't like to follow the rules, she said that I must
I don't have any armpits
She wanted to talk who's in charge of this Golf shit
I said "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant"
And who I are isn't really important
My heart is as dark as a window with car tint
So hop in with your friends [?]
And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick
It's young T
I don't like to follow the rules
And that's just who I am
I hope you understand
And I don't really think y'all cool
So give y'all self a hand
No, no, give yourself a hand
Better pose for that camera
Better pose, boy you better pose
And it's your life nigga I suppose
For the lights, for the camera, and the action
Now you're face is meltin' from the flash of the big ol' lights
Nigga you ask for this life
Welcome to death camp
Yeah, welcome to death camp
Yeah, welcome to death camp
Kissing on my bean bag
Your lips on my tongue
[Moonwalk] through your hair
(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)
This is fun I can tell
I don't know if you'll handle it well
Welcome to hell camp
(Lights, and the camera, and the action)
You should be mine in a way tonight
(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)
Speed
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