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Suicidal Thoughts
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Tyler, The Creator
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When I die, f**k it, I wanna go to hell Cause I’m a piece of sh*t, it ain’t that hard to f**kin’ tell Blogs say I’m the sh*t, but I can’t detect the smell Haven’t tried to be successful, cause I’m afraid to fail Wearing all yellow, now I'm praying to the Devil And I dig my own ditch and I brought my own shovel Carvings on my arms, f**k lame on my wrists And nobody gave a f**k, I thought Sarah would give a hint F**k Commercial, my show would never be a hit But I had dreams of being able to f**k every b*t*h That could breathe, that got knees, with a t***, I myself F**k a chain, f**k swag, f**k a prop, period Make my own rules, f**k a cop You n***as with these one-sighted visions, cyclops over my blocks bridging St**ching up Sarah name like it was my cling to fame In retrospect, O.F. is a f**king game We terrorizing old folks, smoke, skates, rape sl*ts that chew d**k Run around, grab a new inhaler like I’m not sick But I’m not b*t*h, counselors tell me all my issues like I’m not it Demented, in my own dimension Couple “F**k you”’s and donuts is my division Chopping up my wrist with incisions, no second decisions Creator of sh*t with no inventions, look Tryna get the heavens to listen, but I can’t Because I’m my own f**kin’ religion And they think I’m tryna be different But I don’t give a sh*t like sitting down p*ssing I’m a black panther in white skin, like a lesbian who like men F**k friends, I don’t even know how to begin Well this is the beginning of new ends Fin
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