Artist: Odd Future (OFWGKTA) f/ Domo Genesis & Tyler, the Creator Album: The Odd Future Tape Volume 2 Song: Sam (Is Dead) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Domo Genesis] This life is a game if you wanna play, countin all your own mistakes Livin it with no delay, so fast I'm gettin growin pains Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane I go insane, all these problems come with my growing age Blowin haze; tryin to clear the doubt that's sittin on my brain I don't complain, but the kid inside me feelin so restrained Gotta stay golden let desire rekindle the flame Searchin for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in my brain [Chorus One: Tyler, the Creator] (Bring in the horns) You hear that fuckin brass? (Fucking brass, nigga) That's little boy nigger with the trumpets Marching with the bandwagon looking for his heart, no sleeve but his hand carry muskets Lurking in the meadows, Oblivion Motherfuck Giupetto he's a leader, not a puppet Some Professors +Nuttier+ than Klump's dick So think before you blink and "aye aye" make assumptions [Chorus Two: repeat 2X] Niggaz (Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!) Niggaz is comin! (Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!) [Tyler, The Creator] They want a story, a story, I write the shit that I find very amusing cause all of they fuckin 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'll 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 [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Interlude] Five {*vocal scratch: "bring in the hook"*} Four {*vocal scratch: "bring in the hook"*} Three {*vocal scratch: "bring in the hook"*} Two {*vocal scratch: "bring in the hook"*} Now where's, Tyler? [Tyler, the Creator] Bottom of the countdown; shit ain't been the same since I found out Hodgy Beats ghostwrote for Bow Wow Now I'm the loud shot, body-style foulmouthed fucker That your teenage kid likes to bow down Riding around town in Seattle with the same shotgun that Kurt used to CLICK CLAK BOOM POW Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now cause I got a fucking award in my own room now Nope~! But I can flip shit like a couch pillow Annnd, have my death silent like a loose vow The bandwagon turned into caboose, so So, don't let that little nigger trumpet lose sound Just let him play