odd future - sam (is dead) lyrics
[verse 1: domo genesis]
this life is a game, if you wanna play
then count all your own mistakes
livin’ it with no delay
so fast i’m getting growing pains
father didn’t show me my instincts to take the open
lane
i go insane
all the problems come with my growing age
blowin’ haze
trying to clear the doubt that’s sitting on my brain
i don’t complain
but the kid inside me’s feeling so restrained
gotta stay golden
let desire rekindle the flame
searchin’ for the fountain of youth, when i’m free in
my brain
[pre-hook:]
(bring in the h-rns) you hear that f-cking br-ss?
(f-cking br-ss, n-gg-) that’s little boy n-gg-r with
the trumpets
marchin’ with the bandwagon
looking for his heart, no sleeve
but his hand carry muskets
working in the meadows, oblivion
motherf-ck geppetto
he’s a leader, not a puppet
some professors nutty, you’re the klump’s d-ck
so think before you blink, and “aye-aye” make
-ssumptions
[hook:]
n-gg-‘s!
(your left! your left! your left, right, left!)
n-gg-‘s coming! d-mn!
(your left! your left! your left, right, left!)
[verse 2: tyler, the creator]
they want a story, a story
i write the sh-t that i find very amusing
cuz all the other f-ckin’ stories are boring
it’s really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do
adore me
it’s like i fathered these f-ckers, so you will find me
on maury
i’m still a kid in my heart, so i have a problem
maturing
but it will come from experience and sh-t i see touring
i’m like a birdman, i’m soaring, really high
and i’m really h-rny, from watching this p-rn
nope
[pre-hook:]
(bring in the h-rns) you hear that f-cking br-ss?
(f-cking br-ss, n-gg-) that’s little boy n-gg-r with
the trumpets
marchin’ with the bandwagon
looking for his heart, no sleeve
but his hand carry muskets
working in the meadows, oblivion
motherf-ck geppetto
he’s a leader, not a puppet
some professors nutty, you’re the klump’s d-ck
so think before you blink, and “aye-aye” make
-ssumptions
[hook:]
n-gg-‘s!
(your left! your left! your left, right, left!)
n-gg-‘s coming! d-mn!
(your left! your left! your left, right, left!)
[bridge:]
5
(erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
4
(erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
3
(erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
2
(erer-erer-erer)
where’s tyler?
[verse 3: tyler, the creator]
bottom of the countdown
sh-t ain’t been the same since i found out
hodgy beats ghost wrote for bow-wow
now i’m the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth f-cker
that your teenage kid, likes to bow down
riding around town in seattle
with the same shotgun that kurt used to “click-clack-
boom-pow”
still suicidal, but some -ssume that i’m cool now
cuz i got a f-cking award in my own room now
nope, but i can flip sh-t like a couch pillow
and have my death silent like a loose vow
the bandwagon turned into caboose, so
so, don’t let that little n-gg-r trumpet lose sound
just let him play
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