Artist: Tyler, the Creator f/ Hodgy Beats Album: Bastard Song: Inglorious Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {Well Tyler uhh, it's about that time} {I mean, you're a good kid, just misguided} {Now is um, is there anything that you want to} {say before, we end this?} [Tyler, the Creator] My father died the day I came out of my mother's hole and left a burden on my soul until, I was old enough to understand that the fuckin faggot didn't like me much He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt Bring your pops to school today for 12 years I cheated Told the fuckin faculty that he was at a meeting and Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting Made a U-turn on the way there like "The fuck am I thinking?" Birthdays, Christmas my only fuckin wishlist was CD's (and a father) and a new fitted instead I got some CD's I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks I was hyper cause I ain't get attention from my real pops Cops say I'm supposed to be, in jail but they don't know it's me Statistics say that niggaz with no father ain't gon' be shit (nigga) Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch [Interlude] I know I'm not the only bastard... in America So I'm going to need some help, on this next part Scream it with me niggaz [Chorus] Fuck you (I'm good) fuck you (I graduated) Without you (I'm good) fuck you (I'm good) Nigga 18 (I'm good) fuck you (I'm good) Got a car nigga (fuck you) eat a dick nigga, bitch [Tyler, the Creator] Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like Cause she's playingboth roles like her occupation was dyke, fuckin right~! I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon I look up to the Hugos and Dixons The niggaz in the vision rap about the shit they cookin in the kitchen Pushin ki's like them niggaz that were banging on the keys My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums Like that's gonna make up for the years and the tears and the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes You fuckin dipped out, I swear to God if I see you I'ma get out the M-16 and let a fuckin clip out Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, I'm done [Hodgy Beats] He ain't give a fuck about me He ain't give a fuck about you He ain't give a fuck about we So what the fuck we gon' do? [Chorus] [Tyler, the Creator] The cold is nice, and I'm not talkin about the weather The skin is thick, no need for leather Your father called he said you're better, without him I'm not the only fuck without them How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up Take it to the shop, then what? Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm when the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer The bummer is the fact that I'm black And I hang with white Neos who's Nero stays frio Now this counselor is trying to tell me that I'm emo She don't give a fuck; D-low where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero... [Outro] Shit Fuck, no fuck that Fuck that, I ain't deserve this Over it... BANG~!!