[Intro]
You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone
You don't even have the b**** to begin with
What you need is me, someone to talk to
Uh, it's been a while since our last session
So, tell me what's been going on
[Verse 1]
I'm not a f****** role model
I'm a 19 year old f****** emotional coaster with pipe dreams
Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's b**ping all of my s***
These m********** think I'm supposed to live up to something? s***
I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless
But getting more p**** cause I tell b****** I'm Wood Harris
LA to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares
At skateparks and airports all in the air, it's weird
Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked
Now competition missing like that n**** my mom f*****
He still hasn't called me yet
But thats a whole f****** different argument, s*** I got over it
And the couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy
A couple hot pockets and grandmom could stop cooking
Them nasty a** collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat
b****** intro, how the f*** I'm gonna top that?
[Verse 2]
Made a couple thou and I just don't know what to buy yet
Supreme s*** is free and I don't drink so f*** a wine set
n**** f*** a mindset, my brain is an obscenity
I'm f***** in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity
Oh that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper
Cause I'm too f****** ignorant to do some research
I'm the star of the group
So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you
What you think I record it for?
To have a bunch a critics to call my s*** a bunch of horrorcore?
Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious
Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really f****** feel
Of course they only listen to lyrics about me p*****' off
In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting p***** off
Message boards are on my d***, I need a p****** waiver
Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor
[Verse 3]
People excited thinking s*** is so tight
And co-signs from rappers that I don't even like
What the f*** you want me to do? Start to gobble this mic
And start jacking him off until his cack blasting off?
f*** that, these n***** ain't f****** with me
Cause I don't listen to the immortal of tech of the nique
And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak
On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week
I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T
And some Waka Flocka Flame instead that real hip hop
That's bull of the sheet but they want to critique
Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released
But they don't get it, cause it's not made for them
The n**** that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him
But they do not have the mindset, that same as him
I'm not weird, you're just a f*****, shame on him
[Verse 4]
Therapist been sinnin and n***** getting offended
They don't want to f*** with me, cause I do not f*** with religion
You see that's my decision, you f****** don't have to listen
Here, put this middle finger in your ear
Someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 at 47 kids
I don't wanna see my name mentioned
[Verse 5]
College wasn't working and I wasn't working
So I was at home jerking off until my d*** was hurting
But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait
For the four days that I went, I wasn't learning s***
Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since 8
I can afford to get something my mother on her birthday
[Verse 6]
They claim the s*** I say is just wrong
Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone
I'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide p***e
My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now
Wow, life's a cute b**** full of estrogen
And when she gives you lemons n**** throw them at pedestrians
[Verse 7]
I, still live in my grandma's house
Sell out a f****** show in London just to end up on couches
I hate my f****** life, but when I make that announcement
I hear a pause, my phone, just to put that in doubt then
Then I am confused if I want energy's out
My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counselling
I sit in grandmother's living room and just pout
And shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to die
Odd Future came from the bottom
And it's gonna take a couple armed armies tryina stop 'em
All you f****** lames don't have to like me
The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a f****** white tee
You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone
You don't even have the b**** to begin with
What you need is me, someone to talk to
Uh, it's been a while since our last session
So, tell me what's been going on
[Verse 1]
I'm not a f****** role model
I'm a 19 year old f****** emotional coaster with pipe dreams
Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's b**ping all of my s***
These m********** think I'm supposed to live up to something? s***
I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless
But getting more p**** cause I tell b****** I'm Wood Harris
LA to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares
At skateparks and airports all in the air, it's weird
Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked
Now competition missing like that n**** my mom f*****
He still hasn't called me yet
But thats a whole f****** different argument, s*** I got over it
And the couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy
A couple hot pockets and grandmom could stop cooking
Them nasty a** collard greens, pressures on me like this top hat
b****** intro, how the f*** I'm gonna top that?
[Verse 2]
Made a couple thou and I just don't know what to buy yet
Supreme s*** is free and I don't drink so f*** a wine set
n**** f*** a mindset, my brain is an obscenity
I'm f***** in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity
Oh that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper
Cause I'm too f****** ignorant to do some research
I'm the star of the group
So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you
What you think I record it for?
To have a bunch a critics to call my s*** a bunch of horrorcore?
Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious
Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really f****** feel
Of course they only listen to lyrics about me p*****' off
In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting p***** off
Message boards are on my d***, I need a p****** waiver
Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor
[Verse 3]
People excited thinking s*** is so tight
And co-signs from rappers that I don't even like
What the f*** you want me to do? Start to gobble this mic
And start jacking him off until his cack blasting off?
f*** that, these n***** ain't f****** with me
Cause I don't listen to the immortal of tech of the nique
And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak
On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week
I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T
And some Waka Flocka Flame instead that real hip hop
That's bull of the sheet but they want to critique
Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released
But they don't get it, cause it's not made for them
The n**** that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him
But they do not have the mindset, that same as him
I'm not weird, you're just a f*****, shame on him
[Verse 4]
Therapist been sinnin and n***** getting offended
They don't want to f*** with me, cause I do not f*** with religion
You see that's my decision, you f****** don't have to listen
Here, put this middle finger in your ear
Someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed his AK-47 at 47 kids
I don't wanna see my name mentioned
[Verse 5]
College wasn't working and I wasn't working
So I was at home jerking off until my d*** was hurting
But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait
For the four days that I went, I wasn't learning s***
Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since 8
I can afford to get something my mother on her birthday
[Verse 6]
They claim the s*** I say is just wrong
Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone
I'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide p***e
My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now
Wow, life's a cute b**** full of estrogen
And when she gives you lemons n**** throw them at pedestrians
[Verse 7]
I, still live in my grandma's house
Sell out a f****** show in London just to end up on couches
I hate my f****** life, but when I make that announcement
I hear a pause, my phone, just to put that in doubt then
Then I am confused if I want energy's out
My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counselling
I sit in grandmother's living room and just pout
And shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to die
Odd Future came from the bottom
And it's gonna take a couple armed armies tryina stop 'em
All you f****** lames don't have to like me
The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a f****** white tee