Текст песни Tyler, The Creator - Colossus

[Verse 1:]Went to Six Flags, six fags came upAnd said "Ayo! Can we get a pic?" I said no.And they said "Oh! It's Wolf Gang, Yonkers, Goblin is my shit though".Now I'm like, fuck, I don't want to be an asshole.So I'm sitting there posing with Travis, DevonWith a fake smile like her titties was drawing it onSo fucking annoyed cause I missed GoliathCause some kid said I was there, then they caused a riot.Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna get a photo.All because they noticed the top with the box logo.And them fucking ears, guarantee they didn't even hear "Bastard".They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogoI'm going fucking loco, "Hey, Tyler, can I...?"No, bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?[Verse 2:]"But Tyler, you're my hero, I used to get bulliedUntil I heard "Radicals," the last part got to me.See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleedNow I'm the happiest I think I'll ever ever be.My life is just like yours, no fatherMy momma must have forgot to stop with a popped condom.In school I was the one thinking outside boxesSo everybody in them would say that I got problems.So when I heard you say it, I said it back like fuck 'em.You're an inspiration to niggas like meNot the niggas who like you just cause of lyrics and beats.I'm talking 'bout the niggas who don't know where they're going to be.I heard the song "Bastard" right in the moment of heatNot in summer, but of course I was holding a heat.Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard that first piano chordAnd it drew me in like predators carrying treats.Then I said to myself, fuck, is he speaking to me?See, me and you, we go together like snare and a beatI mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm?I carved OF on it this morning with a glass shardOn my green miniramp that I built in my backyard. (That's weird)That's hard, that scar from playing air guitarWhen I see you play at the Roxy. (Uhh)Tyler, I love you, I wanna be just like you. (Alright)

I think about your face and I don't even fucking try to. (No homo)Wish I had a basement meant for me to hide you.We could play X-Box and listen to "In Search Of..." and eat donutsOver conversating bout what church does.Come up with weird-ass videos with roach bugs.I'm straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip.And Raquel that bitch, you should've killed that bitchYou should've took me instead. (Uhh, that's weird)See, if you can't have her then he shouldn't neitherAnd if I can't have you then she shouldn't either.No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt.I worship you until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt. (What the fuck)Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbing.I know it seems like just I'm slobbing on your knobBut I'm just a fan and I ain't losing my fucking noggin. (Yeah, you are)I ain't got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about 5 timesCause (Thanks for the support) I love you man. (Alright)I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees.I like pants that's cut, I like words like "fuck".I got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut outNow paper cuts on my balls because your dick's in my jaw. (What the fuck)And I hit you on Twitter about 10 minutes a dayAnd now I'm bitter cause you dont even reply with a hey. (Sorry)And my boys think I'm gay cause I play "VCR"In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors..."[Verse 3:]All right, my nigga, calm down, it's getting weird, take this picSo I can get on Colossus, line as slow as molasses(Tyler, listen) No, nigga, I see you're loving my shit.And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dickBut I'm not gay so it's awkward, now I'm grouchy like OscarAfter spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige Dockers."Yonkers" and "Yonkers" (I love that song) Sick of hearing about "Yonkers".I'm grateful that it worked, I attacked and I conquered."Yeah whatever but I had a fucking blast at that concertI was at the Boston one, I got a t-shirt from SaganThe one that say "Sagan Lockhart" and when you came out to "Sandwitches"That's when my fucking boycrush got started."[Outro:]Just take this fucking picture man, shit...
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