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My father died the day I came outta my mother's hole
And left the 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
Bringin' pops to school today for twelve years I cheated
Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring that dude to life then he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather like the fuck am I thinking
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlish was CD's
And a new fitted instead I got some CD's
I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper cause 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 niggas with no father ain't go be shit
Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it
You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch
I know I'm not the only bastard, in America
So I'm gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me niggas
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
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 momma mentioned the day before she would like
Cause she's playin' both roles like her occupation was dyke, fuckin' right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cookin' in the kitchen
Pushin' keys like them niggas that were bangin' on the Keynes
My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me hoodie a couple albums
Like that's gonna make up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
You fuckin' dicked out, I swear to God if I see you
I'mma get out the M-16 and let a fuckin' clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
I don't give a fuck either like father like son I'm done
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?
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
The cold is nice, and I ain't talkin' '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, mommas proud of her asmatic thin fuck
Luck on my brim Supreme 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 who's nero stays frio
Now this consulor 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
Mi padre murió el día que llegué outta agujero de mi madre
Y salió de la carga que pesa sobre mi alma hasta que tuve edad suficiente
Para entender que el maldito marica no me gusta mucho
Amaba a mi mamá lo suficiente como para reventar una tuerca y luego agite Junt
Bringin 'aparece hoy a la escuela durante doce años te engañé
Dijo la maldita facultad que se encontraba en una reunión y
Lleve a ese tipo de vida, entonces él no estaba en la reunión
Hicimos una vuelta en U en el tiempo como el coño estoy pensando
Cumpleaños, la Navidad sólo mi wishlish mierda era CD
Y una nueva monta en lugar Tengo algo de la unidad de CD
Yo odiaba, algunos Ritalin, unos calcetines blancos
Yo era la causa hiper yo no llamar la atención de mi verdadero pops
Los policías dicen que se supone que debo estar en la cárcel, pero ellos no saben que soy yo
Las estadísticas dicen que los niggas que no tienen padre no se vaya una mierda
Bueno, supongo que porque tenía un nigga que soy
Hueles eso? Ese es el olor de la perra de éxito
Yo sé que no soy el hijo de puta sólo en los Estados Unidos
Así que voy a necesitar algo de ayuda, en esta parte que viene, grita conmigo niggas
Vete a la mierda (soy bueno)
Vete a la mierda (me gradué)
Sin ti (estoy bien)
Vete a la mierda (soy bueno)
Nigga dieciocho (estoy
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Tyler, the creator
Inglorious
Inglorious
My father died the day I came outta my mother's hole
And left the 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
Bringin' pops to school today for twelve years I cheated
Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring that dude to life then he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather like the fuck am I thinking
Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking wishlish was CD's
And a new fitted instead I got some CD's
I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper cause 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 niggas with no father ain't go be shit
Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it
You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch
I know I'm not the only bastard, in America
So I'm gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me niggas
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
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 momma mentioned the day before she would like
Cause she's playin' both roles like her occupation was dyke, fuckin' right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cookin' in the kitchen
Pushin' keys like them niggas that were bangin' on the Keynes
My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me hoodie a couple albums
Like that's gonna make up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
You fuckin' dicked out, I swear to God if I see you
I'mma get out the M-16 and let a fuckin' clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
I don't give a fuck either like father like son I'm done
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?
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
The cold is nice, and I ain't talkin' '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, mommas proud of her asmatic thin fuck
Luck on my brim Supreme 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 who's nero stays frio
Now this consulor 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
Tyler, the creator
Ignominioso
Ignominioso
Mi padre murió el día que llegué outta agujero de mi madre
Y salió de la carga que pesa sobre mi alma hasta que tuve edad suficiente
Para entender que el maldito marica no me gusta mucho
Amaba a mi mamá lo suficiente como para reventar una tuerca y luego agite Junt
Bringin 'aparece hoy a la escuela durante doce años te engañé
Dijo la maldita facultad que se encontraba en una reunión y
Lleve a ese tipo de vida, entonces él no estaba en la reunión
Hicimos una vuelta en U en el tiempo como el coño estoy pensando
Cumpleaños, la Navidad sólo mi wishlish mierda era CD
Y una nueva monta en lugar Tengo algo de la unidad de CD
Yo odiaba, algunos Ritalin, unos calcetines blancos
Yo era la causa hiper yo no llamar la atención de mi verdadero pops
Los policías dicen que se supone que debo estar en la cárcel, pero ellos no saben que soy yo
Las estadísticas dicen que los niggas que no tienen padre no se vaya una mierda
Bueno, supongo que porque tenía un nigga que soy
Hueles eso? Ese es el olor de la perra de éxito
Yo sé que no soy el hijo de puta sólo en los Estados Unidos
Así que voy a necesitar algo de ayuda, en esta parte que viene, grita conmigo niggas
Vete a la mierda (soy bueno)
Vete a la mierda (me gradué)
Sin ti (estoy bien)
Vete a la mierda (soy bueno)
Nigga dieciocho (estoy
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
