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アーティスト:Tyler, The Creator  アルバム:Wolf 

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Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably say the same Fuck.. Hated by everyone thats the way it seems I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I'm amused alone Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team Depression on the stalk again My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough Whenever I am losing Oxygen, bully hand around my neck Because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again I brought that on myself, see I should know my place But not at lunchtime, see I know better then to show my face around them But the day I do it will be everywhere When I share these feelings Finally they gon' fucking care Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots Crash a couple Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus Its Us. Nigga. I said its us, nigga. Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you Was when I... "uh" with all them burners, you Think that I'm some punk bully bitch who ain't gone trouble you Well I'm gonna burst your bubble two times if you don't mind umm "Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and thats Tyler And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats! Don't start asking whats packin in these trench coats! But just know if you start acting I'm grabbin for these trench coats! My step-father called me a fag, I'll show him a fag I'll light a fire up in his ass And recently them assholes that be fuckin' with me in class. So I'mma keep them motherfuckers there and make sure they pass Huh. My prom date, she distance my


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プチリリ再生回数:15





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