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DEATHCAMP (feat. Cole Alexander)

アーティスト:Tyler, The Creator  アルバム:Cherry Bomb  作曲:Tyler Okonma & Herman Weems 

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Um, excuse me mister but can you please turn down the lights? I don't really like all these cameras, man And this shit just don't feel right And I don't really wanna be rude to you, sir But fuck you mean I can't wear my hat in here? And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, nigga I hope you little niggas is listening Them Golf Boys is in this bitch, like an infant The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision And now I'm paying a mortage and they're stuck with tuition So special teachers asked if I was autistic And now I'm making plates, you just washing the dishes So if you don't mind, get the fuck out of my kitchen But keep your ego there so I can butt fuck your opinion But in the meantime brainwashing millions of minions Leader of the new school? And you would never catch me in none of they fucking shin-digs I hope you're fucking niggas angry pissed and offended In Search of... did more for me than Illmatic That's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabric I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours Man I got too much drive motherfucker I hate traffic Lodi Dodi, I'm going harder than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers When it's a lot at stake, carne asada, but lesbian its I'm really morphing Named my album Cherry Bomb cause Greatest Hits


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