The Creator Ringtones

Grrt, bah Uh, stay out my fuckin' temple Uh, look Young killa, baby, Hozay Big 092MLBOA Oh, yeah Why the fuck are you hatin', lil' nigga? Lil' nigga, I know why you hatin', lil' nigga 'Cause I got that money, now you want that money I get the clout, now you chasin' the fact I put VSs in all of my chains Know how to trap, nigga, three different ways I ain't comin' outside, boy, unless I get paid Yeah, we droppin' the fives and we droppin' them Gs Mr. Big EBK, boy, I'll fuck everything If you droppin' my knot, uppin' my knot Opp up in Heaven, send shots to the sky Ride for my niggas, yeah, only my guys For my lil' niggas, we pourin' out liquor I'm tryna see seven figures I'm tryna see seven figures Mama, no vacation, but I'm on an island Since a young nigga, we wildin' Call up the Batman, I'm robbin' Niggas ain't on my timin' And my money keep pilin' and pilin' Lil' nigga, you chuckin' and jivin' I'm like, "Mm-hmm, whatever" I'm still gon' send shots like the motherfuckin' reverend Knock on the door, nigga, let me in Yeah, we still sendin' shots up on President All my niggas is felon and evident Shack through the sea with no evidence DayDay, have you screamin' through mega like, "Mayday" Who the fuck are you talkin' to, crazy? If you don't want no beef, nigga, pay me Nigga, talk to me nice, nigga Lay Lay Why the fuck are you waitin', lil' nigga, lil' nigga, on me? 'Cause that money gon' stay up on me Know some niggas that changed up on me That's why I keep Trey up on me Now your bitch wanna lay up on me And she wanna come lay up on me I remember when I was 15 Uh, flexin', if you gettin' bread, why you stressin'? I bought a chain and a TEC in I did 15 on my check-ins Big Louis Vuitton, what I'm steppin' Big .38 for the weapon And my pockets on swole, yeah, I keep a bankroll Walk with a pole, yeah, I'm always on go 'Member them days I was all in the slum 'Member them days I was playin' with- 'Member them days I was playin' with- We both had a -, nigga, why did you run? (Run)

Do you mind if I try come apologize to you? 'Cause I said some things that I realized wasn't true And I'm sorry for it (I'm sorry, baby) I'm emotional (you're emotional) This is your fault (this ain't my fault) Just listen when I say (girl, you trippin', man you need to calm down) I care about you (you don't care about me) And I'd die for you (yeah, I'd die for you) I take the blame (nah, don't take the blame) Just hear me when I say (this is my fault as much as it's yours, c'mon) I was in the moment I ain't really mean what I said to you So put away your pride baby We can work it out if you want this too (Okay) You don't have to talk at me, you can talk to me I can hear very well You can get your thoughts and your point across to me And there's no need to yell I know it's something that's under your skin It feels like I can't win, baby I'm sorry for it (I'm sorry for you) I'm emotional (you're emotional) This is your fault (this is your fault) Just listen when I say (I don't wanna take the blame for nothing, baby, 'cause I) I care about you ('cause you care about me) And I'd die for you (and I'd die for you) I take the blame (you can take the blame) So hear me when I say I was in the moment I ain't really mean what I said to you So put away your pride baby We can work it out if you want it too If I could stay, I'll be alright baby If I should leave, I'll be alright baby But if I could stay, I'd stay with you, you, you, you, you Yo, darlin' whatchu sayin'? You be playin' 'round sayin' you ain't mean it, that's a fib 'Cause if you didn't mean it You would never pull it out your bag of shit to hit me with You be OD in your feelings, throw 'em at me I don't catch all 'em I just let 'em fall like the third quarter Just admit to me that you're sorry I was in the moment (yeah, a'ight) I ain't really mean what I said to you (you think I'm fucking stupid) So put away your pride baby We can work it out if you want me too If I could stay, I'll be alright, baby (you stay, you stay, you stay) If I should leave (don't leave, you stay) I'll be alright, baby (you stay, you stay, you shouldn't leave) But if I could stay, I'd stay with you (you stay, you stay, you stay) You, you, you (stay with me, good choice) I'm sorry Said I'm sorry, baby I'm sorry Said I'm sorry, baby I'm sorry I'm sorry

(Like the way you lick it, like I'm honey) (I could tell you never had this type of party) (Baby, let me lick it, lick it like a honey) (Hell yea I'm known to have this type of party) Oh, you make me sing in harmonies Put that thing all over me Oh, you make me sing in harmonies Put that thing all over me It's okay if I hit you up Baby, I'll take you up On your offer baby lick you up Oh Lord, you want some more Some more, then fuck you up Damn baby, let me eat you up Body against the wall You right I like the way Your body hits the light when I go in Baby, sing those harmonies Baby, it's alright just lean on me (oh, yeah) Let me hear you say (ah-yea) Baby, it's ok scream (ah-yea) Wanna hear you say (ah-yea) You pleasing me, yeah You pleasing me, yeah (Like the way you lick it, like I'm honey) (I could tell you never had this type of party) (Baby let me lick it, lick it like a honey) (Hell yea I'm known to have this type of party) Oh, your vibe is so wavy The way your body whine so wavy You make that booty bounce so wavy You make me sing in harmonies, whoa By the way you smell so amazing Want you to put it on my face, make it risky Oh, you got that ocean wave, make it nasty You make me sing in harmonies, whoa Your body hits the light when I go in (oh, yeah) Baby, sing those harmonies (oh, yeah) Baby, it's alright just lean on me (oh, yeah) Let me hear you say (ah-yea) Baby, it's ok scream (ah-yea) Wanna hear you say (ah-yea) You pleasing me, yeah You pleasing me, yeah (Like the way you lick it, like I'm honey) (I could tell you never had this type of party) (Baby, let me lick it, lick it like honey) (Hell yea I'm known to have this type of party) Oh, you make me sing in harmonies Put that thing all over me Oh, you make me sing in harmonies Put that thing all over me

Yeah, yeah Uh Yeah, uh Human Made on me like P (yessir) Waves don't need no grease (no sir) Chains don't need no grease No oil stains on me, no screech (screech) Big old AK in my briefs That bitch stay on me like jeans Brand new Js ain't got no crease My day-to-day fits be too clean (uh) Beautiful whips, check out the handle, swish (woo) Shooters gon' swoosh, hitters don't miss (woo) Arya, just add a ton of y'all names to my list, bitch Death wish, not to be messed wit', tested, quiz (quiz) They shootin' shots, hittin' bricks Niggas be testin' the kid So many Raf in my crib When I die, gotta leave that for my kids Tatted my rib, A$AP on my ribs Tellin' my jit that they daddy's a pimp If I die, tell them they dad was legit All of these hoes from my past, would be lucky to smash them again I bag all they friends, 18 and plus 21 up, I'm Savage again (uh) Put a stack on your wig like fashion Look how he matchin' again, now that is a trend I'm blastin', aim at your cabbage Splat on your trench, the color of radish, yeah (uh) Beautiful whips, check out the handle, swish (woo) Shooters gon' swoosh, hitters don't miss (woo) Arya, just added one of y'all names to my list, bitch (bitch) Death wish (woo), not to be messed wit', tested, quiz (quiz) They shootin' them shots They still hittin' bricks Niggas be testin' the kid Yeah, yeah, they need jobs like Steve I'm already on the iPhone 23 Was 16 with an M16, that bitch weigh on me like feet (nigga) Green ain't have no seeds (no green) Lean ain't need no sweets (no lean) Bling all in my teeth, floss every day like it's my teeth (flossy) Bae ain't need no fees (money), please don't make no scene (money) Sleep over, don't lose sleep Bitch, like "Please don't use your teeth" Uh, chains don't need no grease, bikes ain't need no seats, uh Tank on me like P (uh), that chrome thing on me lowkey (uh) Bitch Beautiful whips, check out the handle, swish (woo) Shooters gon' swoosh, hitters don't miss (woo) Arya just added one of y'all names to my list, bitch (woo, woo) Death wish (woo), not to be messed wit', tested, quiz (quiz) They shootin' them shots They still hittin' bricks Niggas be testin' the kid (uh) Yeah, shout out to my nigga Hec', shout out to my nigga Nigo (yeah) Y'know how we give it up, A$AP all day, nigga (Uh) (Uh) (Uh)

Satan's getting jealous of the wolves The demons say they preferring us Books on not giving a fuck, is what they referring us Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderous And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category Torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella) I hate this, screaming fuck patience Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitian After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose She running around this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome You got a fucking death wish, I'm a genie it'll get done

Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale! They say I've calmed down since the last album Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum Somebody said bands make her dance You think you're getting cash, no bitch, you're dumb The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick Wait, turn this up, bitch, this my jam (where the drums at?) Here, take a goddamn picture And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger And while you're at it, pass the lotion And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun Before I cum, I call your sister When she comes over, I take picture Instantly put it on Instagram and suplex her off a building if I get banned Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale! Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on A can of beans bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing Then he has to deal with me and my minions Tryna get a Bimmer, E46 Have you heard 48? Motherfucker I'm great Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves From cuts from the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please Fuck I look like? Got a new bike tire Never popped like the pussy on a bitch dyke Think I give a fuck, I do, I go balls Then I bust in her jaw like (fuck that disease) My urethra, hole that I pee from Bigger than the obese neck on Aretha Now, turn that snare down I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare on the same damn bus like "You're going to jail now!" Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale, ah! Tamale Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on A can of beans bitch I'm on, your boy is bad to the bone How much wood could a woodchuck chuck? If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck? Bitch suck dick, motherfuck you and your opinions (can you kick it?) Yes, I can sir, where the lump is. sicker than the last bar bold-er I'm a CO Colorado, fuck Michael, bitch I'm badder than my BO Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos Yeah buddy, this is my jam, na na na na na Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no fuck you, na na na na na Why y'all so salty? Hot tamale is on A can of beans bitch, I'm on Your boy is bad to the bone How many fags can a lightbulb screw? Well if it has a dick, maybe two or six And tell the NRA I'm about to lose my shit And shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix How many ladies in the house? How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh? A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin' Hope my mom don't catch me, tryna set mood Little RedTube, fuck lotion, I don't need lube, dry fist suits me Up and down, friction make a sound, shit's kind of disgusting Fap time and before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me This shit's so damn embarrassing like- Oh shit, aw (fuck) What the fuck! Aw, I'm sorry Is that my shirt? Yeah, I'm sorry I just wanted some bangs Clean that shit up, we're going to the office Aw, fuck

Left Brain, Wolf Haley Golf Wang, Free Earl, uh Goddamn I love women Daydream about penis being in 'em Meet them with a big grin with a Mac-10 Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em All beige suit made out of white women With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon With the red sweater jeans made out of blue denim They can catch me in the spot where the sun don't shine Bitch don't mind me, shake your hiney The only motherfucking Wolf here, I spit venom You're a bad bitch with a real good kitten And I got the appetite of them fat black women Wolf Gang in this bitch with a bunch of rats with 'em Lookin' like the holocaust with Supreme hats with 'em I am tryna get Ms. Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny chin chin Umm, what's that? The cock of a black dude Mad cause his daughter got the swag of a vacuum (Aww, fuck it) I'll take her to the back room, dungeon, fighting and punching And now the slut is under the fucking assumption That I will be fucking and munching her muffin Cum will be bleeding but that's not from the time signature of the month, umm It's because, I'm Dracula bitch Don't got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit 'Til I grab them throats and start smacking them shits It's because, I'm Dracula bitch Don't got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit 'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick Goddamn I love bitches Especially when they only suck dick and wash dishes Cooking, cleaning, grant my wishes Make me and the Wolf Gang Sandwitches Transylvania crypt let's take a, tour Bitch try getting through that black trap, door Keep yelling and working them vocal chords And that'll be more of a reason that you'll get slapped up, for Is that four trunks comfy? (Fuck you!) Fuck me? No, fuck Buffy That little bitch keeps trying to hump me Jumping over gates what the fuck she want from me? She keeps sending me garlic How many times I gotta tell her I'm allergic (I like your cape) Oh this Bathing Ape cape? Bitch I got it for a bargain at the neighborhood Target Fangs are sharp and I hope you know That all I really want from you is that throat I can't eat pussy cause I might leave cuts Then there's blood on my sheets, but that might be a plus On the channel a fucking animal, leaking like pairs of candles Bitches ain't hard to handle, I don't want a bride I just want bone marrow It's because, I'm Dracula bitch Don't got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit 'Til I grab them throats and start smacking them shits It's because, I'm Dracula bitch Don't got a problem smacking a bitch Kidnapping, attacking, with axes and shit 'Til she decides to take Dracula's dick Bite her in her fucking neck, bite her in her fucking neck Bottom of the fucking lake, bottom of the fucking lake Call my gang of wolves and bats, call my gang of wolves and bats It's a full moon tonight and these hoes ain't acting right It's because I'm Dracula bitch, swag, swag, swag It's because, Left Brain, Wolf Haley, Free Earl, Golf Wang

Because when I call I hope you pick up your phone I'd like to talk to you I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer Because when I call I hope you pick up your phone I'd like to talk to you I hope you answer Hey Dad, it's me, um... Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I be your son Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting Dad isn't your name, see Faggot's a little more fitting Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any fucks to spare You Nigerian fuck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case stairs So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career But fuck it, I got Clancy, he, gave me the chance to see A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you But, sucks you ain't give a fuck and consider a sperm donor now The fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley And I ain't just being passive, nigga. You're a fucking faggot, nigga Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't getting no passes, nigga? But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga And call him... I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer Because when I call (When I call, baby) I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up) I'd like to talk to you I hope you answer Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck, And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it Supposed to be gone until November but quickly came back in August I left two months through September to clearly remember all this I'd like to tell my grandma, but she's just nostalgia I'll call her number But she won't answer I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer I hope you answer Because when I call (When I call, baby) I hope you pick up your phone (I'd like to talk to you) I hope you answer You claim to hate my fucking guts But say I'm on an island in Thailand and I was wildin' And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts Phone ain't got no service this 3G is fucking worthless Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban You'll be fucking nervous like me inside of a churches But, I'mma get in contact regardless, and I hope you answer. That last verse was about this girl. Haha.

Yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Naw Right And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put an 18 year old nigga Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-slauson rapping Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC, and um, I'm guessing That your teacher sent you here to talk cause you were misbehaving Um, it's gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday So, just tell me something about yourself Well look, if you don't talk, I mean these sessions are going to go slower This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought some food for death, go ahead and fucking eat My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers Are much important I'm getting angrier while recording I'm feeling like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves Odd Future is children that's fucked up on they mental Simple but probably not, fuck them I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on Cause this album pack enough evil That you can't fit inside a Jansport, go to school with this I go from AP to JC inside a fucking week Waking up with random girls like "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?" I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler All because she said no to homecoming, demons running Inside my head telling me evil thoughts I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught, Go to sleep I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil My fucking samples are too illegal, Play this shit in church I graduated without honors or fucking father He died (I'm so sorry) No bitch, don't even fucking bother I wanted a brother my mother I told her But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation That's having our brains racing like dating, wearing some fucking Heelies I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11 Seven, what's religion nigga? I am legend I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers With the same problem, the only way to solve them Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious Cause my mother let me do what I want She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents When Danielle or Malonda decide to fucking share This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy, I'm bad for you kids to listen to Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say Uh, who knows I might feel as I'm evaluating My wrist is all red from the cutter Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah Well that's not her name, but I think this shit is clever My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy Losers can never win me, you can never offend me My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail Wow, umm, so Tyler if you had the chance to tell him something What would you tell him?

Say some more, never want to talk about it Feel a way, woah Feel a way, woah Feel a way, woah Take me back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water Yeah, take me back to November, wassup Can we go back to November? Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts Naw, take me back to November, wassup What if Clancy fuckin' me over? What if 'Who Dat Boy' is rhetorical and this shit is over? What if I'm hustling backwards? What if my accountant ain't payin' my taxes? Fillin' his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions I couldn't answer 'cause I was too busy tryna make classics Boy ain't got no motherfucking classics What if my music too weird for the masses? And I'm only known for tweets more than beats or All my day ones turn to three, fours cause of track seven Fuck, what if I get stuck? What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera At them shitty apartments that's across the Bank of America Damn, I would be hurtin' Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn't working Last year in total, I put out two verses But five seven figures since then, life's kinda perfect Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock When they can't relate him, when they start to hate him They don't drive these cars so what's they ultimatum? Tell me, what's your November? Is it a person? Mine was the summer '06, I remember the (horn) What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed? What if these deep thoughts was my last? Let me pull over, quick! And drive back to November Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water Yeah, take me back to November, wassup Can we go back to November? Take me back to November Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts Naw, take me back to November, wassup My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day My November was performing with Lil Wayne My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone Who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different 2014 Miami 43rd Street, everyday was November Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back I ain't doin' fine, lost my mothafuckin' mind Time travel back and help me find Take me back, take me back to November, this I know Take me back, take me back Take me back, take me back to November, this I know "My November is right now" I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion I consider my heart rate has slowed down at the ending 'Cause the love that I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are Matter of fact, I'mma just call you, so you can hear it If you do answer, I play it to state facts Although I already know the response you gon' say back At that point I'll hang up, disappear and just stay back And if you don't I'll leave a voicemail with the playback Hello, no one is available to take your call Please leave a message after the tone

Hello, I'm a salesman sorta giant I sell molly and mary and other various items One time one guy came to where I'm residing And I didn't invite him, so instead tryna fight him I got violent, long story short he's not breathing For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting Couldn't stop the addiction, and the irony is A couple junkies went missing and I know right where they're hiding Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope, dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope, dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope, dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna die Task force poured into my fortress Found some lipstick, a couple corpses Bitches was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm I'm ripping sockets out like I had fucking problems with arms They found a couple portraits on the porch Hope they don't check up under the floor It's bodies and hotties and we was raging I'm gauging a shotty Hit so many bitches I was pimping like Scotty I'm a bull, red, piss me off Like that lipstick position when she kissed me So I bit 'em off, they was too soft, I'm a wolf And a designer mixing skin cotton leather and wool And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods Baking cake 'cause its good, I mean I would if I could But I like playing dress up and mix match Sorry I'ma 'fess up, you aren't getting your kids back Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope, dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope, dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high Dope, dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high What's in my trunk? White, girl What's in my trunk? White, girl You need a warrant, officer You could say I kill 'em, if my product doesn't Couple basement stairs where I drug them, down It's pretty disgusting, finger crush your face I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood Nosebleed drugs, cook you in the oven, yeah Drums

Yeah, yeah You know that's right Can you turn me up? That shit crazy I don't know One, one, one I don't even try to bring up and remind you All the things that you have done So put the past behind you You're livin' in a lie too The present time has had enough It's the things that you do (do) I know we've gone too far (too far) When I think about the things that we do (we do) And you know you've gone too far (too far) If you think about the things that we do (yo) Ah, girl, why you talkin' to him? (Uh?) He ain't gon' bite, so you barkin' again (yeah) You got better shots, but you blockin' the rim (yeah) But too scared to work it out 'cause you locked in the gym I'll throw you the keys if you ride with the boy (ayo, woo, woo) I'll holla when I'm down at your pad (I'm downstairs) Hop in, we can drive to your joy (let's get out of here) And peel off like the top of a scab, listen I'm not gonna try to (no) Try to understand you (no) Let's just say what's done is done (what's done is done) So put the past behind you You're livin' in a lie too The present time has had enough It's the things that you do (do) I know we've gone too far (too far) When I think about the things that we do (we do) And you know we've gone too far (too far) If you think about the things that we do I don't know even care because you know I won't be there Because you know better work on you (on you) You try so hard to be someone else Not yourself (yo, Snoh, listen), yeah Your boyfriend a clown You lookin' like a birthday party (woo) Loud as a motherfucker, gifts all gaudy (woo) And you gon' be hurt until he blurt, I'm sorry (yeah) Tryna play it off, leavin' with your shirt all soggy (hey) Drunk collar, me the Don Dada Gyal come with, hit it off, piñata Sweet as the guts, then you can sit on the steps But make a choice 'cause you 'bout to lose your spot on the jet (yeah, haha) It's the things that you do I know, we've gone too far, yeah When I think about the things that we do And you know you've gone too far, baby On and on, I'm stuck On and on, I'm stuck (it's the things that we do) On and on, I'm stuck (oh, no) On and on, I'm stuck (yeah) On and on, I'm stuck On and on On and on (mm-hmm) On and on It's the things that you do It's the things that we It's the things that we do, oh (do, do) It's the things that you do

Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr. Clusterfuck What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up Ain't been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up Rest in peace, her lying it, life ain't got no light in it Darker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe? Address my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites Grab Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes Get some ice cream, Golf Wang rascals toward the night To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise Nigga fuck it though, going hard as riga mo Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch lickin' toes That's how it goes; designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything You think all this money will make a happy me? But I'm about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat Everybody's sparking it and I keep coughing Can't keep calm in this hot box and I get nauseous Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading straight to the office Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin" I roll here on a mean unicorn Green hat,Vans, Golf top is the team uniform Downin' that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up Something like a les, I'm forgetting my damn manners cause I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy But when you're alone thoughts start coming in Punching in that dark light box and they start rummaging Shit you've got to battle with, wish that they could skedaddle But it makes your shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun again I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the dead Sams, we were biking it out In a black hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of skittles Just to see what all that fucking hype is about Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, eh? Because everytime I see one I think what his parents would say In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day I was with Whitney smoking Sitting at the dock in the Bay I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese While my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls So I don't feel bad when they not eating (But you still treating us you punk bitch) Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman I'm never civil Fuck Lincoln Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles I'm okie dokie and loopy And booboo nana and Caca If you think I'm fucking COOCOO Try talking to my shrink then (Hey) Bitch (Im right here) Yo who's that? Thats Salem That's my girlfriend You stay the fuck away from her alright? I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy on my own trip And I am the cowboy

You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone You don't even have the balls to begin with What you need is me, someone to talk to Uh, it's been a while since our last session So, tell me what's been going on I'm not a fucking role model (I know this) I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my shit These mothafuckas think I'm supposed to live up to something? Shit I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless But getting more pussy cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris (As you should) From Philly to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares At skateparks and airports all in the year, it's weird Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked Now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked He still hasn't called me yet (That's not your fault) But that's a whole fucking different argument, shit I got over it And the couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy A couple hot pockets and grandmom could stop cooking Them nasty ass collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat Bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that? Tyler, you'll top it, you'll top that, you're a very capable individual Okay, you guys caught me I'm not a fucking rapist or serial killer, I lied You know, you just want attention, you'll be fine I try to hard, huh? (No, you don't) Made a couple thou' and I just don't know what to buy yet The 'Preme shit is free and I don't drink so fuck a wine set Nigga fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity Fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity Oh, that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshipper? Cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research? I'm the star of the group (Yeah) So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you (Bastard was good though) What you think I record it for? To have a bunch a critics to call my shit a bunch of horrorcore? Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really fucking feel Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiver Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing, living out his dreams? Why they got to fucking hate? I think everyone's happy, everyone's in a dream Everyone loves you Tyler, you have to believe that I ain't even skate anymore, I'm too fucking busy I can barely kickflip now Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time at your house? What the fuck you mean "I'm not talented?" You see the shit that I've been doing? I have, I mean, you're a great person I'm not that great of a rapper, but as a whole, I'm pretty cool, right? People excited thinking shit is so tight (For what?) Getting co-signs from rappers that I don't even like What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic? And start Jackson him off until his cock's blasting off? Fuck that, these niggas ain't fucking with me Cause I don't listen to the Immortal of Tech of the nique And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T And some Waka Flocka Flame instead of that real hip hop That's bull of the sheet but they want to critique Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released But they don't get it, cause it's not made for them (They don't, it's not made for them) The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him But they do not have the mindset, that same as him I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him It is, but Tyler, you're going to have to cut down on that "faggot" word That's very... that's a bad word I'm not homophobic I mean, I don't think you are Faggot Fine, well, since the last time we The fuck is a good performance? I get on stage and I have as much fun as I can I mean, you, you, it seems like you have fun I mean, they're really random And it's ADD Who doesn't have ADD? Well, I don't I mean, sometimes, you're just really out in the distance And we just want to know, what's the problem for this? I wish Thebe was here Therapy's been sinning and niggas getting offended They don't want to fuck with me cause I do not fuck with religion You see that's my decision, you fuckers don't have to listen Here, put this middle finger in your ear (I'd rather not) When someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 At 47 kids, I don't wanna see my name mentioned (I don't think anyone's going to men--) (I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you) College wasn't working and I wasn't working So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait Cause the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shit Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since 8 I can afford to get my mother something on her birthday Well, you explained to me that you were in school, but I They claim the shit I say is just wrong Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone I'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide prone My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now Wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen And when she gives you lemons nigga throw them at pedestrians So... what are you saying, take advantage? I mean, you've been doing pretty good I've seen that I still live in my grandma's house Sell out a fucking show in London just to end up on couches I hate my fucking life, but when I make that announcement My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then And then I am confused if I want in or just out My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counseling I sit in grandmother's living room and just pout and shout loud Inside, sometimes I just want to die No, you don't Odd Future came from the bottom And it's gonna take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em All you fucking lames don't have to like me The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fucking white tee Whoa... uhm... alright Uh, she was telling me you went to New York

Wolf Haley, Golf Wang I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a muthafuckin' Flintstone Makin' crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper tryna get grown About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' shit While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin' and this isn't a fuckin' hotline For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh I already got mine And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an over acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em In some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave, damn They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again, another critic writin' report I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a Pitchfork Still suicidal? I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch (What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just wanna know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck so he's probably just like me A muthafuckin' Goblin (Fuck everythin', man) That's what my conscience said Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

You are You are Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck him Fuck everything else that I can see I know, fuck you, I hate you so fucking much I know you think I'm crazy 'Cause I think you're a fucking fag Sam the music sounds good man! Been practicing Thanks Sam, this is Wolf He's new here Sup B Wolf, this is Sam Sam and his band have been here at Flog Gnaw for a while Sam's gonna show you around While I fill out these last minute field trip slips, alright? Now you guys have fun So you guys are into jazz? Look, Wolf, Prairie Dog, Ronzell Whatever the fuck your name is We don't fuck with you or anybody else here, alright? You stay the fuck out of our way and we'll stay out of yours Capisce?

One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one Uh! Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Uh! Heaven, heaven He's coming Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one Ridin'-ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes open (Oh, oh, oh) Got my, got my, got my eyes open Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes open (Oh, oh, oh) Got my eyes open Oh, oh, oh, uh Oh, oh, oh, uh He's coming Runnin', runnin', Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one He's coming Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one (They gon' feel this one) Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one Ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel-they gon' feel this one Ridin'-ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one, oh, oh I'm ridin', I'm ridin' (Got my eyes open, got my, got my, got my eyes open) Oh, yeah (Got my, got my eyes open) I'm ridin', I'm ridin', yeah I'm (Got my, got my, got my, got my eyes-eyes) Igor One Down, down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down Down, down Dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-dow-down, one Yeah, ho Yeah, ho Yeah, ho Yeah, ho (One) Yeah, ho One, one, one Got my eyes open Got my-got my-got my eyes open Runnin', runnin', runnin' Got my eyes open One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one On-on-on-on-on-on-one One, one One, one Got my-got my-got my-got my-got my-got my-got my-got my- (One, one)

Tyler you obviously have some fucking problems And this is the end of this session, let's anything else you've gotta say? Mom is getting jealous I see my manager more Than I see her before, I go on tour and it hurts I miss the days when this was fun but now it turned into work They getting legal, so now I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out My friends are turning into opposites Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist And all the bitches who forget about me want to ride my dick Harder than the white kids who copy shit Ending it is all I fucking think about, that's the shit I think about All alone, bawling 'til my mothafuckin' eyes bleed See, he's a leader in person and smile, shit gets disgursting When there's no person around, talking discussion shit, man Fuck, I'm putting myself at a distance For instance, my best friend is now my fucking assistant Niggas saying "Free Earl" without even knowin' him See, they're missing the new album, I'm missing my only friend When I say Odd, y'all say Future Odd... uh-uh, that shit's corny as fuck (Tyler, you have a cult following) To these white kids? Charbroiled nigga on these dark beats Nashes with the Nazis but it's normal what the cops see Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see Mommy was a living single queen with a lot tee So while my wallet's piling with symbolic colored paper I lace her, cause she gave me such a lot at such a young age 20, why didn't she get that abortion? Probably cause that motherfuckin embryo was morphing Into a Grammy winning schizophrenic fucking orphan Oops I meant bastard, a skinny ass disaster Mom works hard, still working on her masters Son lies about, taking classes at community college Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard Start a fuckin cult, clash his talents in a brash way Before he even had a mustache and cash And all I got was a fuckin' shitty article in Thrasher I'm not crazy, I'm a fucking table, I'm a fucking table! I'ma grab the Nina and find a nice arena Cause I can't even choose between Ortega or Suprema And I'm not even human, I'm a body shaped demon With some semen in my sack and some problems in the back And a life that's full of crap, and a finger filled with hate And a gat that's filled with love, now let opposites attract I can finally be one like a marriage in a church But this marriage has a hearse and the parents of the one That's getting married has a curse and it's made up inside of him Too late to reimburse but, wait it gets worse All the guests that's in the church, all decided to disperse So there was nobody who could stop the wedding with converse So they tied the knot, now it's too late to reverse This arrangement (yes it is) and the nurse is amazed at the hurt That he was painting but it was obvious in all the photos He was paining, now a bunch of whispering immerse And then the nurse blurts (What the fuck is his problem, here, we have two doses to give him, here) Why didn't anybody ask him first? (I've been asking you this whole time) Because nobody gave a fuck Someone gave a fuck Tyler And, uh, the person that gave a fuck was me See, you're not, going crazy, it's me, I'm your best friend Tyler I know everything, I know everything about you You've been helping yourself this whole time Your friends, they're just figments of your imagination Dr. TC, see Tyler, I'm your conscience I'm Tron Cat, I'm Ace, I'm Wolf Haley, I'm... Me

Everywhere I turn, she is just around all of the corners She will never learn, she will never give up giving orders Don't give in, my friend Just heed my advice, we must escape Soon, it could be your end So just take my lead before you're dead Walking through these halls, thinking to myself That I won't exist I must resist I am next on her list I witness it all right before my eyes She just has to have it all Can't she just leave me alone? She told me long ago Just to enjoy her own show But what am I to know? She said to me "The creator lied to us" (Liar, liar) The creator lied to us (Liar, liar) The creator lied to us I saw one dragged away Looking scared by what she'd shown She tells you to just obey It chills me right to the bone This time you'll have to lead Me to safety, forgive me 'Cause I am just a wolf Feeling like a frightened sheep Watching a demise of a clone of my being She tore apart, she took my heart So we'll have to think smart 'cause I witness it all right before my eyes She just has to have it all Can't she just leave me alone? She told me long ago Just to enjoy her own show But what am I to know? She said to me "The creator lied to us" (Liar, liar) The creator lied to us (Liar, liar) The creator lied to us Look around... It took so many of them to make me so beautiful Anything less than perfect... was left behind... I had to do it. She made me... But now we come to the question... "Do I kill you?" "Do I tear you apart to my heart's delight?" .The choices of the beautiful are unbearable. So how's a girl to choose? I witness it all right before my eyes She just has to have it all Can't she just leave me alone? She told me long ago Just to enjoy her own show But what am I to know? She said to me "The creator lied to us" (Liar, liar) The creator lied to us (Liar, liar) The creator lied to us (Liar, liar) The creator lied to us (Liar, liar) The creator lied to us...

Uh, turn, what goes around comes around Aye, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah Goes around comes around What goes, alright, like like Life goes in cycles Everything that comes around goes around 'Fore it goes down, get you some ice Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around So 'fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles Audemars before all of y'alls Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh 12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huh Willie in traffic, I'm Philly nice, uh E.T. on the handles, uh Handlebars like a Xanax Shammgod with the AND1 moves Throw that shit 'round your neck Right quick, broke boys get fixed Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips Uh, that's a full cab and a backflip Uh, sidebar Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it Raf movin' slow like a creep Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin' And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else? Yeah I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't) When's the last time I asked for some help that I couldn't get from nobody else? Yeah Nobody I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin', got- Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slo-mo (slo-mo) Maybe the four wheel excitin' us more I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s (dip below 70, dip below 70) How can I be burr around L.A. coast? (L.A. coast) The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast (givin' a) The first wedding that I've been in my 20s Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone Me and my baby can't do on our own I landed a trick, got my impossibles I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose 24 hours like they never close I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles) I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod Savage, I'm bikin', yeah From Coldwater to the Shaw Alcoholic way I handle the bars This a PK, PK Ripper Nah, you can't fuck with the boy That's my problem, yeah, I got 'em My tire smokin' when I stop Okay, nobody fuckin' with me My accolades hang from my neck Pedal, I drown in the heat My sapphires drown in my sweat White mags, but I jet Jackson, I'm savin' the streets I'm Roger Rabbit in the air I don't care, Big Willie Style, yeah Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah I rose my rate, brand-new brakes Why I name it Slater? Ask my date I don't get weak in the knees Hundreds spread out like a fan Vert feel like some Gucci sandals Open the sky, get a handful Torso marked up like a vandal How you not fuckin' with cash? God gave you what you could handle Gave you what you could handle I got the grip like the handle And I'm bikin' I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel Hades got the angels TV's got the angles I'm brakin' Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got a million dollar bike Got a million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up Got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike Got, got me fucked up, up Million dollar bike

Mars (Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' martian) Blood gang kill 'em all, Odd Future Wolf Gang Kidnap a vampire, drain all his fuckin veins Wolf Grey Jordans, use his intestines for the strings Snatch up Rihanna and throw her in front of a fuckin' train Sniff a fucking unemployment line of cocaine Tie Lil B up to a full tank of propane Swag, now watch him cook... and just stand there and look Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books Martians vs. Goblins, goons vs. the crooks And since me and Tune had Viacom shook I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan's nemesis My power's limitless like Blanka on Sega Genesis Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me Cause Spiderman and Hulk straight pussy Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) A muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) We are not the same, I am a Martian A year ago, I was poor, somewhat Now my future's brighter than Christopher's new haircut Bruno Mars is still sucking dick and fucking male butts In the same closet that Tyler Perry gets clothes from I suck? Where the fuckin Ring Pops? You got a better chance of getting a copy of Detox Wolf Gang, we rock, crack rock and that shit was expected Like Jayceon whenever he name-drop (Fuck you, Tyler) Jesus, motherfucking Theresa This nigga Game got Wolf Haley for this feature My team is running shit like we have full-cleat Adidas Getting chased by the polices on a full bred Cheetah Bishop Eddie caught me tryna escape Bag full of drag and a Nicki Minaj mixtape Dragging all you fags to the back of the log cabin Fall back like Lebron's hairline against the Mavericks, he lost Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) A muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) We are not the same, I am a Martian (Chuck, fuck wit' me) I do Cause Lil Tunechi always bless me (achoo) He killed me on my own track, so what? Not you Fuck you, I spit like I had kids with Erykah Badu I fucked her on the day of that naked video shoot I was sucking that pussy like it was wonton soup Then I hit Lebron's mom in bron-bron's coupe With Delonte West taping, we had bon-bons too With Cleveland cheerleaders, they had pom-poms too So I smacked them bitches wearing Bishop Don Juan's suit (Where was Snoop?) I don't know, probably doing what the Crips do But when I'm with my uncle, fuck it! Then I'm a Crip too And I will Crip Weezy, Crip Jones, and Crip you Now I'm the Doggfather, walking with a Shih Tzu Mad that DC comics overlooked me Cause Captain America's straight pussy Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) A muthafuckin Martian (I'm a goddamn Goblin) Bitch I'm a muthafuckin Martian

Strike a pose with my kinfolk Front page of the billboards Suit and tie, and cigar smokes Macallan shots 'til it burn throats We still celebrating Superbowl Catalog looking legendary Ring froze like it's February XO that's a mercenary A quarter bill on an off-year Used to sing on lofts But now we cruising on a yacht, we clear, yeah Said you wanted your boyfriend jealous with a couple pics And you didn't expect to fall for me once you got this dick The city dark, city dangerous Your girlfriend's tryna pair you with somebody more famous But instead you ended up with someone so basic, faceless Someone to take your pictures and frame it And my new girl, she a movie star My new girl, she a movie star I loved her right, make her scream like Neve Campbell But when I make her laugh, swear it cures my depressing thoughts 'Cause baby girl, she a movie star Baby girl, she a movie star I told myself that I'd never fall But here we go again, ooh Ohh Here we go again Life's a dream 'Cause it's never what it seems But you'd rather love and lost with tears Than never love at all So here we go again Although this love is strong to me Some things can change, go wrong with me We don't know how it's gonna be Forever is too long to me We don't need the government involved because we like to touch We don't need no damn religion telling us that we in love But if we did crush down the road, spending lawyer fees up Pen and pad gone save my ass if these feelings freeze up You gone sign this prenup, you gon' sign this prenup You gone sign this prenup, you gon' sign this prenup Ohhh Here we go again Life's a dream 'Cause it's never what it seems But you'd rather love and lost with tears Than never love at all So here we go again The number 1 station to free your soul (free your soul) Dawn 103.5

Praise Him all you creatures great and small Praise Him summer, winter, spring and fall Hollowing wind, rushing streams Rolling hills and crashing seas Lift your voice and worship your Creator Praise Him gleaming moon and burning sun Praise Him all you spinning spheres above Shining stars, golden beams, choir made of galaxies Lift your voice and worship your Creator Holy You are holy Earth and heaven Sing forever Holy You are holy All creation Praise Creator Praise Him who stepped into what He made Paid our debt and pulled us from the grave Every heart He set free Every soul that's been redeemed Lift your voice and worship your Creator Holy You are holy Earth and heaven Sing forever Holy You are holy All creation Praise Creator This my great and everlasting hope I've been saved and heaven is my home I can't wait for that day When I see You face to face For I was made to magnify my Maker Yes I was saved to walk beside my Savior I'm created to worship my Creator Holy You are holy Earth and heaven Sing forever Holy You are holy All creation Praise Creator Holy You are holy Earth and heaven Sing forever Holy You are holy All creation Praise Creator Yes all creation Praise Creator