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[Intro: Dr. TC]So, what's going on, Wolf?Talk to me man... People worrywe hear stories about you getting into fightsand all this unnecessary bullshit. What's on your mind?Talk to me, I'm here[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]Domo roll another oneI'm just fuckin' with you I ain't smokin' noneMy squad bring terror, no intended punMerch booth made niggas extensive fundsMomma got the Rover with the RangeShe don't ever ever gotta struggle, not againAnd I put that on my dead grandmama's name... too soon[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]My nigga Slater, yeah that's my little ponyLittle homies is repping like I been fucking with KonyNigga Phillip and Kobi, to my niggas that know meYa boy seem happy as fuck but truthfully ya boy lonelyNiggas a target for marketing, he's an artistCan't even walk into Targetwithout bothering customers botheringAsking me for a picture, can I talk to they sisterNaw nigga, get lost, you're fucking smotheringGod I wanna quit, but I can'tcause mother and sister can't pay the rentFour stories with storage, I'm 21 with a mortgageAnd touring's paying the bills, life is paying for thrillsLifes' a bitch bruh but from the third floor manshe's gorgeousA year ago I was broke, now how can I afford this?I started off with disposables, now I have an assortmentAnd I'm using these negatives to develop a portraitNow the frame is a pain in the ass to get it inWithout a scratch or stain on the glassBut that's not important, just as long as it's printedAnd I hinted it is, and when I get itI'll make sure you get a copy, bitchShit I'll even add a signature with the fuckin' pic-atureI'll even tell you the film I used, and the aperture[Hook]Domo roll another oneI'm just fuckin' with you I ain't smokin' noneMy squad bring terror, no intended punMerch booth made niggas extensive fundsMomma got the Rover with the RangeShe don't ever ever gotta struggle, not againAnd I put that on my dead grandmama's name... too soo[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]Grandmother died, didn't cry not a tearNot gonna lie, fucking weird no water dripped out the eyeBut when I got the news, yup it left your boy stuckCause when my mom dipped outshe was the one that gave me a fuckMom calling and calling, I'm on my way to a showI answer, she crying, saying Sadie is dyingThe doc said she only had a week for us to speakBefore she deceased, cause cancerwas just eating her cheeks upFuck, nah this is really awkward for me, bruhI hang the phone up, and adjust my seat backAnd started to think, like, "What the fuck just happened? "I never had a death and I just seen her a week agoMeet them at the hospital I shouldIn between the set of BADBADNOTGOODLionel asked what happened I said it's bad bad, not goodJust take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of OakwoodGetting there, family sitting center chairAwkward in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning airGetting there, need a sticker saying how I got in therethere's a roomOpen up the curtain, she's just sitting there, helloOur conversation's briefcouldn't even make eye contact when we speakLookin' at her you could tell all she had was weakAnd I'm not talkin' days bruh, I'm talkin' 'bout her strengthI sat there 20 minutes topshoping it was just a fucking plea that she could copShe died that night[Ending][Dr. TC] : Oh that's heavy man, I'm sorry for your loss[Tyler] : Yeah whatever, don't worry about it[Dr. TC] : Last time I seen Sammy he was lookin' for you[Tyler] : Fuck that nigga Samuel[Dr. TC] : Uhh... have you seen him?[Tyler] : Nah but if I seen that nigga I woulda killed him
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