Fuck It Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

Yo, I've seen a lot of niggas 

So when them niggas start talkin' reckless, I get offended, I get it 

They try to keep an image, but look real closely 

At the pictures and you see that they chameleons, how you doing? 

You in the motherfucking building? 

Nigga, I'm a architect, got another crane 

And I don't know if I'm a park it yet, you ain't even start one yet 

Fuck off my property 

Tell Australia I'm sneaking in with a mic in my damn hand 

Instead of the vegetables that I packed in my backpack 

When Marshall had this problem what the fuck was they telling him? 

Is it cause of status or his melanin lacks black? 

Huh? I think people love to be mad 

How can I be misogynist? I love titties and ass 

How can I be homophobic when my boyfriend's a fag? 

And we been hiding in the closet like our passion is fashion 

Still trying to come out 

Couldn't deal with niggas who decide to take the fun out 

Probably cause I like to be in places where the sun out 

So comparing niggas lights and shit's a motherfucking bum out 

Thought y'all niggas knew this but y'all close 

I was 'bout to tee off and putt-putt to the end 

Now it's Anti-Golf Boys cause I don't fuck with my friends 

Only thing they gave me was an opportunity and a pen 

Look, freedom of speech, my freedom is breached 

Border Patrol put me on streets immediately 

For shit I said when I was a virgin, repeatedly 

Posted on Hypebeast cause nobody would listen to me 

My child is a product of me very honest 

Left of center, very different, they didn't want us 

They didn't get us, didn't fit enough of they standards 

My voice is loud, so they ignored us 

You put your life in a child that everybody hates 

Now everybody hates Poppa despite that poppa's great 

But that's your favorite child, boy, that's your favorite one 

(You got kids, nigga?) No, I'm talking 'bout the Cherry Bomb 

I don't think they hear it, I was fearing deteriorating 

Almost ate my spirit til the children cheered along 

Watching them sing the songs 

Eyeballs inspired from Pilot to 2Seater, I couldn't steer 'em wrong 

That's why I rode the Mclaren, couldn't stop at the Bimmer 

Tyler losing himself, and that nigga turned to a diva 

That nigga preaching and wilding, that nigga smiling and breathing 

Trying to inspire all the little niggas that wanna be him 

But fuck that, we want cats, cats, daddy problems 

Kickflip, fuck, fuck, cupcakes, butt rape 

Golf Wang, daddy problems, fag, fag, dad, dad 

Bike, lakes, everything that I hate, plus being sad 

Y'all could cry about your year's top rap new albums 

Golf did a quarter million in about two hours 

Money money ain't the motive, but it is up for discussion 

Niggas fronting, "what you think of fucking my production, nigga?" 

Saying you the plug, get your chords up 

I was writing string sections on my tour bus 

They adore me, my little birds be free 

Go and flap your wings, I encourage it 

I wish I had a fucking Xanax problem so y'all talk about how deep I am 

Man-child in the flesh, bitch I'm Peter Pan 

You captain tier muthafuckas won't ever be the man 

I got a motherfucking vision, I don't see your plans 

So shut your motherfucking mouth when I be speaking, man 

Cause T the only sober nigga that be tweaking, fam 

I don't like rapping like that 

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