Deathcamp Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

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 pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition 

So special the teacher 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 here so I can butt fuck your opinion 

But in the meantime brainwashing millions of minions 

Leader of the new school 

And you will never catch me in none of their fucking shin-digs 

I hope you fucking niggas is 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 drop, motherfucker, I hate traffic 

La-di-da-di, I'm going harder than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers 

[?] let's be honest, I'm really morphing 

Named the album Cherry Bomber cause Greatest Hits sounded boring 

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I don't like to follow the rules, she said that I must 

I don't have any armpits 

She wanted to talk who's in charge of this Golf shit 

I said "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant" 

And who I are isn't really important 

My heart is as dark as a window with car tint 

So hop in with your friends [?] 

And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick 

It's young T 

I don't like to follow the rules 

And that's just who I am 

I hope you understand 

And I don't really think y'all cool 

So give y'all self a hand 

No, no, give yourself a hand 

Photos 

Better pose for that camera 

Better pose, boy you better pose 

And it's your life nigga I suppose 

For the lights, for the camera, and the action 

Now you're face is meltin' from the flash of the big ol' lights 

Nigga you ask for this life 

Welcome to death camp 

Yeah, welcome to death camp 

Yeah, welcome to death camp 

Kissing on my bean bag 

Your lips on my tongue 

through your hair 

(For the lights, and the camera, and the action) 

This is fun I can tell 

I don't know if you'll handle it well 

Welcome to hell camp 

(Lights, and the camera, and the action) 

You should be mine in a way tonight 

(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)