Rusty (Explicit)-Tyler, The Creator/Domo Genesis/Earl Sweatshirt
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TXT Rusty (Explicit)-Tyler, The Creator/Domo Genesis/Earl Sweatshirt 文本歌词
Rusty (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator/Domo Genesis/Earl Sweatshirt
I'm saying you know like
All I ever told you to do was grow up
Don't grow down
You know like you know grow up
Don't grow down grow out
You go from being a kid doing your thing
Hanging out with friends
Months later you're world famous
You're a gay rights activist
And you don't even know it
You know what I don't wanna
Say it to you no more Tyler
F**k you Tyler
Watch me get this money ni**a
Tired of being hungry ni**a
Nothing funny sass me while
I'm thrashing I'mma punch a ni**a
Never made of plastic I'm a savage
You look lunch my ni**a
Passing all you hating f**king
Fags we don't discuss my ni**a
We ain't on no jolly sh*t and we
Don't pop no mollies b**ch
I'm hocking spitting got some niggas
Out here popping ollie switch
Buncha novices Odd Future
The squad it's thick
Them young niggas is back and
Brash attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying breed
And we don't give a f**k
So we cannot supply your needs
You stupid niggas who had
Said our hype is dying please
My pocket's solid making
Profit off the highest tees
B**ch twerk as
I get on the verse cursing
Ni**a Dom so cool I refer
Him in third person
Watch me get this money
I'm up when the bird's chirping
Make actions f**k rehearsing
Ni**a summer fall winter time 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine
I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time
Getting money any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine
You niggas gon' give me mine
Ni**a summer fall winter time 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine
I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time
Getting money any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine
You niggas gon' give me mine
In a world where kids my age
Are popping mollies with leather
Sitting on Tumblr never outside
Or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater but not
A talent or don't know if whether
Or not they got one tried to
Change their life for the better
I was a drama club kid
I'd run with a fun dip
My nuts itched
I was defiant always said F**k sh*t
Hated the popular ones
Now I'm the popular one
Also hated homes too til
I start copping me some
See I don't beez in the trap
Ni**a I beez in the b's
And I be gassin' in my buzz
Like some bees in a Shell
F**king sick and getting bigger
Like I sneezed on Adele
And b**ches getting touchy feely
Like they reading some braille
I bust quick like gun holders
With short tempers and well
I tried to tell the kids
Like f**k it
Start being yourself
These f**king rappers got stylist
It's cause they can't
Think for themselves
See they don't have an identity
So they needed some help but
Really boy Posers looking silly boy
I'm in that past season
'Preme sh*t older than Tity Boi
Not a diss but same with ice cream
My sh*t is Diddy Riese
Na'kel Smith Transworld page 64
Popping like oil ollies
And fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing
The f**king quiet game
The f**k am I saying Tyler's
Not even a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained
Windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women and spit wrong
Like he hate dentists
God damn menace 666 and
He's not finished
And my sh*t's missing
He hates women but loves kittens
See y'all niggas trippin' man trippin' man
Look at that article that says
My subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though
Frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil
Hold that grudge against me
Though I'm the reason that her
Motherf**king son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and
Tried to blow out his mind
But talk is money I said Hi
I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd
That sh*t is barnacles huh
They thought I wasn't fair until
I threw a carnival huh
But then again I'm an athiest
That just worships Satan
And it's probably why I'm not getting
No f**king album placements
And MTV could suck my dick
And I ain't f**kin' playing
Bruh they never played it
I just won sh*t for their
F**king ratings
Analog fans are getting
Sick of the rape
All the Tron Cat fans are
Getting sick of the lakes
But what about me b**ch
I'm getting sick of complaints
But I don't hate it when
I'm taking daily trips to the bank
Over and over sh*t who gives
A f**k what I think
My fans don't think turning on me
Sh*t they're almost extinct
F**k buying studio time
I'mma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all
You motherf**kers a link b**ch
Ni**a summer fall winter time 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine
I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time
Getting money any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine
You niggas gon' give me mine
Ni**a summer fall winter time 24/365
You niggas gon' give me mine
I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time
Getting money any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine
You niggas gon' give me mine
This sh*t just like the nights
I look forward to not remembering
So much for being sober
I hope that you can forgive me
But Momma I'm close
To the edge as possible
Why don't you jump you f**king p**sy
I'm seeing it's a drop in my occular
Jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off
Like you know that cliff
Don't need a therapist to tell
Him he could float that sh*t
F**king faggot
Or get compared to f**king pair
With all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale b**ches
For the gonads lick I'll show you
Malt liquor filling me up
And all us not giving no f**ks and
All of them sensitive chumps
In awe when that pistol erupts
Pistol I got one
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw
Till his wrists in the cuffs
Oh shut the f**k up
Samuel's here
Where's Wolf
F**king faggot
Salem was mine b**ch
Was that good enough you f**king p**sy
Rusty (Explicit)-Tyler, The Creator/Domo Genesis/Earl Sweatshirt 推荐歌曲
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（2013-04-01）
