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Inglorious

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

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[Verse 1] My father died the day I came out of my mother's hole And left a burden on my soul until I was old enough To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt Bring your pops to school today for twelve years I cheated Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting Made a U-turn on the weather like "the fuck am I thinking" Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlist was CD's (and a father) And a new fitted instead I got some CD's I hated some Ritalin, some white socks I was hyper because 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 going to be shit Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch [Interlude] I know I'm not the only bastard in America So I'm going to need some help, on this next part Scream it with me niggas [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 what she would like Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right


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