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[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]

This life is a game, if you wanna play

Then count all your own mistakes

Livin' it with no delay

So fast I'm getting growing pains

Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane

I go insane

All the problems come with my growing age

Blowin' Haze

Trying to clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain

I don't complain

But the kid inside me's feeling so restrained

Gotta stay golden

Let desire rekindle the flame

Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in my brain

[Pre-Hook:]

(Bring in the horns) You hear that fucking brass?

(Fucking brass, nigga) That's little boy nigger with the trumpets

Marchin' with the bandwagon

Looking for his heart, no sleeve

But his hand carry muskets

Working in the meadows, Oblivion

Motherfuck Geppetto

He's a leader, not a puppet

Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick

So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions

[Hook:]

Nigga's!

(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)

Nigga's coming! Damn!

(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

They want a story, a story

I write the shit that I find very amusing

Cuz all the other 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 will find me on Maury

I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing

But it will come from experience and shit I see touring

I'm like a birdman, I'm soaring, really high

And I'm really horny, from watching this porn

Nope

[Pre-Hook:]

(Bring in the horns) You hear that fucking brass?

(Fucking brass, nigga) That's little boy nigger with the trumpets

Marchin' with the bandwagon

Looking for his heart, no sleeve

But his hand carry muskets

Working in the meadows, Oblivion

Motherfuck Geppetto

He's a leader, not a puppet

Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick

So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions

[Hook:]

Nigga's!

(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)

Nigga's coming! Damn!

(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)

[Bridge:]

5

(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)

4

(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)

3

(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)

2

(Erer-erer-erer)

Where's Tyler?

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]

Bottom of the countdown

Shit ain't been the same since I found out

Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow

Now I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth fucker

That your teenage kid, likes to bow down

Riding around town in Seattle

With the same shotgun that Kurt used to "Click-Clack-Boom-Pow"

Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now

Cuz I got a fucking award in my own room now

Nope, but I can flip shit like a couch pillow

And 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

Tyler, The Creator - Sam Is Dead (feat. Domo Genesis) – текст


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