[Verse: 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 there so I can butt fuck your opinion
But in the meantime, brainwashing millions of minions
Leader of the new school? (Ha, I'm in my own school)
And you would 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 drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic
La-di-da-di, I'm going harder
Than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers
When it's a lot at stake carne asada but let's be honest, I'm really morphing
Named my album "Cherry Bomb" because "Greatest Hits" sounded boring
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, gal and I'll unpark it
And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick."
It's young T

[Bridge]
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 yourself a hand
No, no, give yourself a hand
Better pose for that camera
You better pose, boy you better pose
And it's your life nigga I suppose
For the lights, for the camera, and the action
Now your face is meltin' from the flash of the big ol' lights
Nigga you ask for this life

[Outro]
Welcome to death camp
Yeah, welcome to death camp
Yeah, welcome to death camp
Kissing on my bean bag
Your lips high-five my tongue
And my fingers moonwalk 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)

[Chorus]
I wasn't born yesterday
I think you're goddamn lyin'
I wasn't born yesterday (Uh)
I think you're goddamn lyin'
I wasn't born yesterday (Oh)
I wasn't born anyway (Oh)
I laughed when you went away (Oh)
I think you're goddamn lyin' (To me)

[Bridge]
You want her, you need her
And yet, you don't believe her (To me)
You want her, you need her (To me)
And yet, you don't believe her (To me)
You want her, you need her
She no longer needs you, you, you (To me)
You want her, you need her
She no longer needs you, you, you

[Verse 1]
(I wasn't born yesterday)
You said I'm in a bettеr place (Oh)
I got a new birthday to celеbrate (I wasn't born anyway)
Those candles that you couldn't light (Oh)
You threw them out and you wondered why (I cried when you went away)
Don't know why I blew them out for me (Oh)
Until I forgot how to breathe (I think you're goddamn lying)
I popped a vein and I made a wish
I made a wish that'll never be

[Verse 2]
Now I'm here, mm
I've been in so many tears, I try my best not to count it (Where are you?)
I've been in so many hearts, I've been in so many prayers (I'm right here)
I've been in so many couches
I've been in so many lies, I've lived so many lives
I've lived in so many houses
I've been subject to change, I keep circlin' dates, I keep thinking about it
Uh, I've been trying to unsee how you moved on from me
'Cause it feels like without me
I've been ripped from the floor, that umbilical cord is still sort of around me

[Chorus]
I wasn't born yesterday, mm
I think you're goddamn lyin', mm
I wasn't born yesterday, mm, mm
I think you're goddamn lyin' (To me)
I wasn't born yesterday (Oh)
I wasn't born anyway (Oh, to me)
I cried when you went away (Oh)
I think you're goddamn lyin' (To me)
I wasn't born yesterday (Oh)
I wasn't born anyway (Oh)
(And yet you don't believe her)
I cried when you went away (Oh)
(She no longer needs you, you, you)
I think you're goddamn lyin' (You, you, you)

[Verse 3]
(I wasn't born yesterday)
It gets so bright, I disappear
It's been twelve nights and a million years (I wasn't born anyway, oh)
That weight gets heavy when I'm breathing
You gave me something to believe in (I cried when you went away)
You said it happened for a reason (Oh)
I swear to God, I think you're goddamn lying (To me)

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
(You want her, you need her)
Those little things, I should've said out loud, I would—
All those little things
That weigh heavy on the clouds
I had just a hint of doubt
I wish I let that hint become me
Just a little doubt, uh
Couldn't figure out how to outrun me
And I'd be free if I just saved the date
I'd be there with you right now
And that day plan should've stayed delayed
'Cause the only thing I want is out
And it's all those little things
I should've said out loud
Every little thing
I did to make you proud

[Outro]
(I wasn't born yesterday)
(I think you're goddamn lyin')
(I wasn't born yesterday)
She no longer needs you, you, you
(I think you're goddamn lyin')
You, you, you (To me)
You, you, you
(I wasn't born yesterday)
You want her, you need her (Oh)
And yet, you don't believe her
(I wasn't born anyway, oh)
She no longer needs you, you, you
(I cried when you went away, oh)
You, you, you
(I think you're goddamn lyin')
She no longer needs you, you, you
You, you, you

[Intro: Nas]
Crack fucked up the world
And I wonder if they realized the damage
I mean, they come from an era
Who made a lot of money off that shit
And I wonder if it fucked with they conscience
It fucked with me being out there, I couldn't stand it
I couldn't stand seeing people fucking theyselves up like that on the shit
And that's where the money came from

[Chorus: Tyler The Creator & Frank Ocean]
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Shit's getting warmer, on that corner
Gotta watch out for them 5-0 foreigners
Your mother's a goner
I warned you before you supersized my fries with that dollar
You got a daughter, shit's getting harder
The only thing you wanna bunk her was your freedom
You can't afford to get caught up but you in too deep
And the seashore ain't saw ya
You got a mother, she don't support you
But you bought her a new house cause you love her
Growing up you barely had a roof
Now you got a coupe and it doesn't have a roof
I guess you're accustomed what you're used to
So you bought two, nigga
They coming for you, nigga
Niggas be hating, I'm doing them bitches
Like Susan and Karen be doing your pockets
And running the man and he's losing his fucking mind
And it's all an illusion
Who was alludin' all of this potent?
I am the reason your family is using and shooting up
It's my fault
You can, blame me, motherfucker
For killing your aunties and uncles
The hustle and hunger
All I wanted was a cheeseburger
And a little chain, tucked
Didn't realize this game fucked, up some lives
Oh, how's mine?
My conscience eats it up all the time but, other than that, I'm fine
I got a little money in my pocket

[Chorus: Tyler The Creator & Frank Ocean]
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Nigga, we broke as fuck
Homie got a chop shop, I stole that truck
And I sold that dope, motherfuckers hope this nigga go broke
But like my work, I give no fucks, I'm sorry (Yeah)
She could have been a doctor, nigga, I'm sorry (Yeah, nigga)
Could have been an actor and won that Oscar, said I'm sorry
I sold that soap, and I killed black folk, I'm sorry (Yeah, nigga)
But I got a nice car, put my sister through school
While my mama all cool, I'm sorry (Yeah, nigga)
I'm in too deep and I can't see the shore, I'm sorry

[Outro: Nas & Tyler, The Creator]
You get addicted to the flip, we used to call it
You get addicted to the flip (I'm sorry)
The, the, the, the transaction, the hustling (I'm sorry)
Even more than the money, it's just your job (I'm sorry)
You feel like it's your duty to be the man in between the man
And make this happen for that person (I'm sorry)
And to do this and do that
You become the go to guy, you know, forever
Next thing you know you're in too deep
Way too deep, it'll scare the shit out of you
You wind up with so much work, that you'd be scared to death
It's important for us to realize, man, we gotta get out of that, man
You know, dudes is buying choppers
Shoot down the people that look just like them
Dudes is buying guns to take down each other
Nobody wins, ya know what I mean?