Artist: Tyler, the Creator Album: Cherry Bomb Song: Deathcamp Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Tyler, the Creator] HEY~!! Um, excuse me mister but can you please turn down the lights? I don't really like all these cameras, man And this shit just don't feel right (yeah~!) And I don't really wanna be rude to you, sir But fuck you mean I can't wear my hat in here? And you got me FUCKED up if you think I care - nigga I hope you little niggas is listenin' Them Golf Boys, is in this bitch like an infant The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition So special the teacher asked if I was autistic And now I'm makin' plates and you just washin' the dishes So if you don't mind, get the fuck out my kitchen But keep your ego here so I can butt-FUCK your opinion But in the meantime, brainwashin' millions of minions Leader of the new school? (Ha, I'm in my own school) And you would never catch me in none of their fuckin' shindigs I hope you fuckin' niggas is angry, pissed and offended "In Search of..." did more for me than "Illmatic" That's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabric I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours Man I got too much drive motherfucker, I hate traffic La-di-da-di, I'm goin' harder than comin' out the closet to conservative Christian fathers When it's a lot at stake carne asada let's be honest, I'm really morphin' Named the album "Cherry Bomb" because "Greatest Hits" sounded borin' I don't like to follow the rules, she said that I must/musk I don't have any armpits She wanted to talk who's in charge of this Golf shit I said "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant" And who I are isn't really important My heart is as dark as a window with car tint So hop in with your friends, gal and I'll unpark it And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick It's young T ("Yeeeeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah") I don't like to follow the rules, and that's just who I am I hope you understand ("Check, check, ch-kow, ch-kow") And I don't really think y'all cool, so give yourself a hand No, no, give yourself a hand... Better pose for that camera; you better pose, boy you better pose And it's your life nigga I suppose ("for the lights and the camera and the action") Now you're face is meltin', from the flash of the big ol' lights Nigga you asked for this life... ("Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeeeeah") ("Marshall! Yeah") Welcome to Death Camp Yeah, welcome to Death Camp Yeah, welcome to Death Camp Kissin' on my bean bag And your, lips high-five my tongue And my fingers, moonwalk through your hair For the ("lights and the camera and the action") This is fun, I can tell But I, don't know if you'll handle it well But umm, welcome to Hell Camp ("Lights and the camera and the action") You should be mine in a way tonight For the ("lights and the camera and the action")