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Inglorious

アーティスト:Tyler, The Creator  アルバム:Bastard 

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My father died the day I came outta my mother's hole And left the burden on my soul until I was old enough To understand that the fuckin' faggot didn't like me much He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt Bringin' pops to school today for twelve years I cheated Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and Bring that dude to life then he wasn't at the meeting Made a U-turn on the weather like the fuck am I thinking Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlish was CD's And a new fitted instead I got some CD's I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks I was hyper cause I didn't get attention from my real pops Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail but they don't know it's me Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't go be shit Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch I know I'm not the only bastard, in America So I'm gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me niggas Fuck you (I'm good) Fuck you (I graduated) Without you (I'm good) Fuck you (I'm good) Nigga eighteen (I'm good) Fuck you (I'm good) Got a car nigga (Fuck you) Eat a dick nigga, bitch Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get Now my momma mentioned the day before she would like Cause she's playin' both roles like her occupation was dyke, fuckin' right I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon's The niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cookin' in the kitchen


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