This life is a game if you wanna playCounting all your own mistakesLiving it with no delaySo fast I'm getting growing painsFather didn't show me my instincts to take the open laneI go insaneAll the problems come with my growing ageBlowing haze tryna clearthe doubt that's sitting on my brainI don't complain but the kid inside me'sfeeling so restrainedGotta stay goldenLet desire rekindle the flameSearching for the Fountain of YouthWhen I'm free in my brainBring in the hornsYou hear that fucking brassThat's little boy nigga with the trumpetsMarching with the bandwagonLooking for his heartNo sleeve but his hand carry musketsLurking in the meadows, OblivionMothafuck Geppetto, he's a leader not a puppetSome professors nuttier than Klump's dickSo think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptionsNiggasYour left, your left, your left, right leftNiggas is comingYour left, your left, your left, right leftThey want a story - a storyI write the shit that I find very amusingCause all the other fucking stories are boringIt's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore meIt's like I fathered these fuckersSo you won't find me on MauryI'm still a kid in my heart so I have a problem maturingBut it will come from experiences and shit I see touringI'm like a bird when I'm soaring, really highAnd I'm really horny, from watching this pornNope, but5, 4, 3, 2, and where's TylerBottom of the countdown, shit ain't been the sameSince I found out Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-WowNow I'm the loud shock value style foul mouth fuckerThat your teenage kid likes to bow downRiding around town in SeattleWith the same shotgun that Kurtused to click-clack, boom-powStill suicidal but some assume that I'm cool nowCause I got a fucking award and my own room nowNope but I can flip shit like a couch pillowAnd have my death silent like a loose vowelThe bandwagon turned into caboose, soSo, don't let that little nigga trumpet lose soundjust let him play
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Sam (Is Dead) (With Odd Future, Domo Genesis)Tyler, The Creator
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 the 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
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
Niggas
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Niggas is coming
Your left, your left, your left, right left
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
5, 4, 3, 2, and where's Tyler
Bottom of the countdown, shit ain't been the same
Since I found out Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow
Now I'm the loud shock value style foul mouth fucker
That your teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding around town in Seattle
With the same shotgun that Kurt
used to click-clack, boom-pow
Still suicidal but some assume that I'm cool now
Cause I got a fucking award and my own room now
Nope but I can flip shit like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vowel
The bandwagon turned into caboose, so
So, don't let that little nigga trumpet lose sound
just let him play
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