[Intro: Dr. TC]
So, you tell me that everything just isn't going well
Well, first off...

[Verse 1]
My only problem is death
Fuck Heaven, I ain't showin' no religion respect
Brain damage, therapy's the only thing I regret
Talking to me is like a fucking body missin' a neck
But, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top off
Life is a bitch and my cock's soft, the Glock's cocked
My hands tremble, my finger slipped, the wall's red
Her life is fucked, she's sad now, her son is dead

[Chorus]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems (Death)
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems (Death)

[Verse 2]
When I was younger, I would smile a lot
I'm gettin' older, gettin' bolder, but a wiser top
Now I'm drunk drivin', lap's full of Budweiser tops
Life is a movie and you're just a prop
They begged me to stop, but I listen like deaf drums
Love? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get some
My father called me to tell me he loved me—
I'd have a better chance of gettin' Taylor Swift to fuck me
Annoying and I'm ugly, most niggas wanna punch me
I'm surprised the fucking doctor even touched me
Feel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? Fuck y'all
I'm Ace, I'm parentless, odd, kinda arrogant
Ignorant as fuck, offend people for the hell of it
Because I am the devil, fucker, get on my level
Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markers
My life is Ms. Mon-unique Parker, but a lil' darker
I'll see you in a couple, O.F

[Hook]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems (Death)
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems (Death)

[Interlude: Dr. TC]
Tyler, here's some water, man. You, you seem a little tense. How's, uh, how's Thebe?

[Verse 3]
All because a nigga just don't give a fuck
Parents wanna blame me all because their kid is fucking up
But fuck that, you're a shitty parent, face it, suck it up
That's what you should've did before that nigga bust, huh
Feel like I missed my lil' brother growin' up
Feel like my lil' brother missed his brother growin' up
But this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growin' up
I got a lil' taller since the last time you seen me, bruh
Now I'm emo, so fuck it, I'm pourin' up
But I never had a drink— (Sydney, Tyler's throwin' up!)
My nigga Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enough
I won't feel the feelings I be feelin' when I'm sobered up
But that's a fucking lie, why would he say that? I'm
As emotionally straight as Travis when he—(Tyler, calm down)
Don't look at me, I'm 6'5", about to fucking cry
About another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or die
I finally had a family
Domo's in another state, and where the fuck is Riley?
Now you niggas wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign me
But before the co-signing and you fuckers couldn't find me?
Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death
One ear I got kids screaming, "O.F. is the best"
The other ear I got Tron Cat, asking where the bullets and the bombs at
So I can kill these levels of stress, shit
They say that I'm shock value
How about you hop off cock and turn volume down?
I haven't got around to tellin' my mom shit (Why?)
'Cause I don't know how to (Whoa)
All I want is her support, but no (But no), it's the fights at home
When mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shown
Now she's really fuckin' pissed (Now she's really fucking pissed), so the knives get thrown
And hit her in her fucking neck, now her throat's all gone
Looking like a fucking monster from the Twilight Zone
Then they wonder why I stay at Travis' pad with a backpack
For the whole week, full of plastic-wrapped black tees
And deodorant like his house is my home
I could live with the same hat
And the same flat-screen TV watchin' Flapjack
And the same bacon and waffles on a nice Saturday
Where I skate with the same fucking friends that
Didn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh
"Message from The GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat"
Email full of emails, I never write back
Ain't kill myself yet, and I already want my life back

[Hook]
I told her I'm her worst nightmare (Nightmare)
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fair (Fight fair)
My spirit floats around in the night air (Night air)
Or in your day dreams, that's how death seems (Death)

[Verse 4]
One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops
I'm goin' in flu shots, couldn't kill me with two top rockers
You're on the side of faggots and cock blockers
I'm on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notches
I'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human
'Cause I'm 'shrooming with the bangers and the carneys
You niggas can't harm me 'cause y'all know that
We at the fuckin' Dirty like it's laundry (Tyler, calm down)
Nigga, get off me (Calm down, man)

[Outro]
Fuck off me, man, fuck (What's, what's gotten into you?)
I don't, I don't know, it's, it's like I'm a different person at times
Sometimes I'm fucking mad, sometimes I'm not (Yeah, you)
It's like I got a fucking voice in my head
Tellin' me to do all this fucked up shit, man, fuck (Yeah, what's, what's this?)
I don't fucking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?)
He tells me to do this shit, that I don't wanna fucking do (What's his name?)
Tron Cat

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[Куплет 1]
А-а-а по стволу теку смолой
Если ты идешь, приходи зимой
Камни растоплю, орошу водой
Красну зорю покажу, огражу собой

[Куплет 2]
Ветер, обними
Целуй, река
Всё что хочешь забери
Вот моя щека
Туже затяни
Только будь тиха
Мина на груди
Во рту чека

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Ace, The Creator
O.F
Hodgy Beats (Drop it)

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
We come through throbbing like thunder storms
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs
With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on
Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms
Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons
Hodgy Beats is like lip balm
If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Haters must be starving nowadays, I make California Vietnam
And I'm going to embalm my creativity
Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Bring the keys, yeah!)
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow bitches (Bring the keys, oh my God!)
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Could you bring the keys? Yeah!)
Slow it down, slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?)
Slow it down (Drop the drums)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Pink chinchilla, something like Thriller
My T-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla
You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda
But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner
I'm never the winner, always the loser
I don't choose to win, but I will choose her
Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna
I never use a fork, I always spoon her
Go nuts, instrumental flow much
European model white bitch is eating donuts
Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch
Making shit come like I'm Go-Go Gadget
I'm mental, it's instrumental
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Bring the keys, yeah!)
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow bitches (Bring the keys, oh my God!)
We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?)
We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Could you bring the keys? Yeah!)
Slow it down, slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?)
Slow it down (Drop the drums)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces
You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers
I've got Muslims calling on Jesus
I fucked Kelly, where is Regis?
Found Alicia, now she keyless
Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless
Murdered every bod from my squad
So technically, now I'm teamless
O.F. is so prestigious, yeah

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Um, it's not that hard but
Well, for me it's not
O.F.M., bangin' on your FM
Ace, The Creator
Hodgy Beats
O.F., yes