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tyler the creator – inglorious lyrics

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 f-cking f-ggot 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 f-cking 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 f-ck am i thinking”
birthdays, christmas my only f-cking 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 n-gg-s with no father ain’t going to be sh-t
well i guess i had one because n-gg- i’m it
you smell that? that’s the odor of success b-tch

i know i’m not the only b-st-rd in america
so i’m going to need some help, on this next part
scream it with me n-gg-s

f-ck you (i’m good)
f-ck you (i graduated)
without you (i’m good)
f-ck you (i’m good)
n-gg- eighteen (i’m good)
f-ck you (i’m good)
got a car n-gg- (f-ck you)
eat a d-ck n-gg-, b-tch

father’s day was the worst when it came to gifts
cause i ain’t know for who or what the f-ck to get
now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like
cause she’s playing both roles like her occupation was dyk-, f-cking right
i ain’t look to obama and nixon, i look up to the hugo’s and dixon’s
the n-gg-s in the vision rap about the sh-t they cooking in the kitchen
pushing keys like them n-gg-s that were banging on the keys
my father never seen me, the n-gg- probably stevie
he bought me a hoodie, a couple alb-ms
like that’s going to make up for the years and the tears
and the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
you f-cking dipped out, i swear to god if i see you
i’m a get out the m-16 and let a f-cking clip out
cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
i don’t give a f-ck either like father, like son, i’m done

he ain’t give a f-ck about me
he ain’t give a f-ck about you
he ain’t give a f-ck about we
so what the f-ck we going to do?

f-ck you (i’m good)
f-ck you (i graduated)
without you (i’m good)
f-ck you (i’m good)
n-gg- eighteen (i’m good)
f-ck you (i’m good)
got a car n-gg- (f-ck you)
eat a d-ck n-gg-, b-tch

the cold is nice, and i’m not talking about the weather
the skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called
he said you’re better without him, i’m not the only f-ck
without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up
take it to the shop, then what?
f-ck it, momma’s proud of her asthmatic thin f-ck
luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm
when the cold blood swarms in my veins, f-ck rain in the summer
the b-mmer is the fact that i’m black
and i hang with white neos who’s nero stays frio
now this counselor is trying to tell me that i’m emo, she don’t give a f-ck
d-low where’s the trigger, i’ll let this bullet play hero.. bang

- tyler the creator lyrics

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