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Rusty

アーティスト:Tyler, The Creator  アルバム:Wolf 

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Jason Dill: I'm saying, you know, like, all I ever told you to do was grow up, don't grow down You know, like, you know, grow up Don't grow down, grow out You go from being a kid, just doing your thing, hanging out with your friends Months later you're world famous You're a gay rights activist, and you don't even know it You know what, I don't wanna say it to you no more, Tyler. Fuck you, Tyler! Domo Genesis: Watch me get this money, nigga, tired of being hungry, nigga Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'mma punch you, nigga Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch, my nigga Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies, bitch I'm hocking, spitting got some niggas out here popping Ollie switch Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad is thick Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense We the last of a dying breed And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please My pockets solid, making profit off the highest tees Bitch, merch twerk as I get on the verse, cursing Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person Watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds chirping Make actions, fuck rehearsing Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, 24/365 You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine Summer, fall, wintertime, 24/365 You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine Tyler, The Creator: In a world where kids my age are popping Mollies with leather Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether or not they got one Tried to change their life for the better I was the drama club kid, I run where the fun did, my nuts itched I was defiant, always said, "Fuck shit" Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some See I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the B's And I be gassing up my buzz like some bees at a Shell Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some Braille I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well I tried to tell the kids like, "Fuck it, start being yourself" These fucking rappers got stylists cause they can't think for themselves See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but Really, boy? Poseurs looking silly, boy I'm in that past season 'Preme shit, older than Tity Boi Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is Diddy Riese Na'kel Smith, Transworld page sixty-four Poppin' like oil ollie in fire flames I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game


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