Tyler you obviously have some fucking problems And this is the end of this session, let's anything else you've gotta say?
Mom is getting jealous I see my manager more Than I see her before, I go on tour and it hurts I miss the days when this was fun but now it turned into work They getting legal, so now I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out My friends are turning into opposites Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist And all the bitches who forget about me want to ride my dick Harder than the white kids that copy shit Ending it is all I fucking think about, that's the shit I think about All alone, bawling 'til my mothafuckin' eyes bleed See, he's a leader in person and smile, shit gets disgusting When there's no person around, talking discussion shit, man Fuck, I'm putting myself at a distance For instance, my best friend is now my fucking assistant Niggas saying "Free Earl" without even knowin' him See, they're missing the new album, I'm missing my only friend
When I say Odd, y'all say Future Odd uh-uh, that shit's corny as fuck (Tyler, you have a cult following) To these white kids?
Charbroiled nigga on these dark beats Nashes with the Nazis but it's normal what the cops see Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see Mommy was a living single queen with a lot tee So while my wallets piling with some symbolic colored paper I lace her, 'cause she gave me such a lot at such a young age 20, why didn't she get that abortion? Probably 'cause that motherfuckin' embryo was morphing Into a Grammy winning schizophrenic fucking orphan Oops I meant bastard, a skinny ass disaster Mom works hard, still working on her masters Son lies about, taking classes at community college Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard Start a fuckin' cult, clash his talents in a brash way Before he even had a mustache and cash And all I got was a fuckin' shitty article in Thrasher
I'm not crazy, I'm a fucking table, I'm a fucking table!
I'ma grab the Nina and find a nice arena Cause I can't even choose between Ortega or Suprema And I'm not even human, I'm a body shaped demon With some semen in my sack and some problems in the back And a life that's fill with crap, and a finger filled with hate And a gat that's filled with love, now let opposites attract I can finally be one like a marriage in a church But this marriage has a hearse and the parents of the one That's getting married has a curse and it's made up inside of him Too late to reimburse but, wait it gets worse All the guests that's in the church, all decided to disperse So there was nobody who could stop the wedding with converse So they tied the knot, now it's too late to reverse This arrangement (Yes it is) and the nurse is amazed at the hurt That he was painting but it was obvious in all the photos He was paining, now a bunch of whispering immerse
And then the nurse blurts (What the fuck is his problem, here, we have two doses to give him, here) Why didn't anybody ask him first? (I've been asking you this whole time) Because nobody gave a fuck (Someone gave a fuck Tyler And, uh, the person that gave a fuck was me See, you're not, going crazy, it's me, I'm your best friend Tyler I know everything, I know everything about you You've been helping yourself this whole time Your friends, they're just figments of your imagination Dr. TC, see Tyler, I'm your conscience I'm Tron Cat, I'm Ace, I'm Wolf Haley) I'm me