I woke up wrong
Hopelessness pacing the room
Will worry forever destroy me?
Early night is familiar
It's buried in my body
Beneath the leaves
On my forest floor
Nothing's as it should be
Nothing's as it should be

[Intro: Dr. TC]
Well, Tyler, uh
It's about that time
I mean, you're a good kid, just misguided
Okay, so is there anything else you wanna say before we end this?

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
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 fuckin' faggot didn't like me much
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... (Shake Junt)
Bring Your Pops to School Day, for twelve years, I cheated
Told the fuckin' 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 way there like, "The fuck am I thinking?" (What?)
Birthdays, Christmas, my only fucking wishlist
Was CDs (And a father) and a new fit
Instead, I got some CDs, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper 'cause I ain'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 niggas with no father ain't gon' be shit (Nigga!)
Well I guess I had one, 'cause, nigga, I'm it
You smell that? (Yeah!) That's the odor of success, bitch

[Interlude: Tyler, the Creator]
I know I'm not the only bastard
In America
So I'm gon' to need some help, on this next part
Scream it with me, niggas

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator with Hodgy Beats]
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I graduated
(Without you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
(Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
'Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like
'Cause she's playin' both roles, like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon (Nope)
I look up to the Hugos and Dixons (Yup)
The niggas in the vision, rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys, like them niggas that were banging on them keys
My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums
Like that's gonna make up for the years and the tears
And the money that my mama spent on rent and clothes
You fucking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you I'ma get out
The M-16 and let a fucking clip out (RAH!)
'Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none
I don't give a fuck either, like father, like son, I'm done

[Bridge: Hodgy Beats]
He ain't give a fuck about me
He ain't give a fuck about you
He ain't give a fuck about we
So what the fuck we gon' do?

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator with Hodgy Beats]
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I graduated
(Without you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
(Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
The cold is nice, and I'm not talking 'bout 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 fuck without them
How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed
Up, take it to the shop, then, what?
Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic, thin fuck
Luck on my brim, Sup-preme keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact that I'm black
And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frío
Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that I'm emo
She don't give a fuck
D-low, where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Shit
No, no, fuck that
Fuck that
I ain't deserve this
I'm over it
BANG!

[Intro: Quadeca]
My favorite poem was the one I read to you
From the teleprompter on the tongue of my shoe
My flashbacks are a touch more resolute
Declaring thumb wars in the pocket of my suit

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Take it, take it all down, take me all apart
You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la carte
Take it all, just don't take it all to heart
Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh
Take it, uh, take me all apart
You can have my tongue, just promise you'll take it à la carte
Takе it all, just don't take it all to heart
Thank God we turnеd the lights off, thank God, uh-uh

[Post-Chorus: Quadeca]
And what I never knew
I'd rather be inside my head than you
How many times? Well I couldn't count
'Cause it gets so deep and it goes so deep
I'm never pulling out

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
NYC, on a red eye free
'Cause they wanna take this and that
LLC, for the next LP and I'm never gonna give it back
Sleep-deprived on my return flight
Fixated 'bout my hold on you
I don't usually care for the doom in the air
But it's feeling kinda overdue

[Pre-Chorus: Quadeca]
My favorite poem's what I couldn't say to you
A joke that wasn't funny 'cause it's true
Flashbacks are a touch more resolute
So forgive me for the hesitant 'solute

[Chorus: Quadeca]
Take it, take it all down, take me all apart
You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte
Take it all, just don't take it all to heart
Thank God we turned the lights off, thank God, uh

[Post-Chorus: Quadeca]
And what I never knew
I'd rather be inside my head than you
How many times?
I couldn't count
'Cause it gets so deep, I go so deep
I'm never pulling out

[Verse 2: brakence]
Took you south
Guess I got my jaw agape, now I'm a cotton mouth
Why do I feel so unsafe? What am I worried 'bout?
Got sedated sipping 80 proof
Skip the winter season like it's pay-per-view
It ain't you, I'm just caught up in my own shit, licking wounds
I know it isn't state of the art, but the plate's à la carte
Would you like course two?
(I don't really think I'm perfect)
And what I never knew
(I don't really think I'm—, I don't really think I'm perfect)
Could— could I be inside my head with you?
Freaked out tryna fuck you right
I know you never grade looks, still feel like a five
But you said if we make love and I start to cry that
I can let it all out, shouldn't rationalize but God damn
Do I deserve that you can't hear me now?
It just gets so deep, and it goes so deep
Now that I'm peering down

[Outro: Quadeca]
My favorite poem was the one I read to you
On the tongue of my shoe
Flashbacks are a touch more resolute
So forgive me, so please forgive me, ahh
Take me all apart
You can have my tongue if you take it à la carte
Take it all, just don't take it all to heart