Tyler, The Creator - Colossus lyrics

Went to Six Flags, six f*gs came up and said, "Ayo Can we get a pic?" I said no And they said, "Oh, it's Wolf Gang, 'Yonkers' Goblin is my sh** though" Now I'm like, "f**, I don't want to be an a**hole" So I'm sitting there posing with Travis, Devon With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on So f**ing annoyed 'cause I missed Goliath 'Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot Now I'm surrounded by a twenty-five hound of f**ers tryna get a photo All because they noticed the top with the box logo And them f**ing ears, guarantee they didn't even hear ba*tard They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo I'm going f**ing loco, "Hey, Tyler, can I?" No, b**h, don't you see me tryna buy a f**ing churro? "But Tyler, you're my hero, I used to get bullied Until I heard 'Radicals,' the last part got to me See, I used to give a f** until my co*k would bleed Now I'm the happiest I think I'll ever ever be My life is just like yours, no father My mama must have forgot to stop with a popped condom In school, I was the one thinking outside boxes So everybody in them would say that I got problems So when I heard you say it, I said it back like, 'f** 'em' You're an inspiration to n***as like me Not the n***as who like you just 'cause of lyrics and beats I'm talking 'bout the n***as who don't know where they're going to be I heard the song 'ba*tard' right in the moment of heat Not in summer but of course I was holding a heat gun on the edge of my feet I heard that first piano chord and it drew me in like predators carrying treats Then I said to myself, 'f**, is he speaking to me?' See, me and you, we go together like snare and a beat I mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm? I carved OF on it this morning with a gla** shard On my green mini ramp that I built in my backyard (That's weird) That's hard, that scar from playing air guitar When I see you play at the Roxy (Uh) Tyler, I love you, I wanna be just like you (Alright) I think about your face and I don't even f**ing try to (No h*mo) Wish I had a basement meant for me to hide you We could play Xbox and listen to In Search Of... and eat donuts Over conversating bout what church does Come up with weird-a** videos with roach bugs I'm straight edge too, so no d** on this trip And Raquel that b**h, you should've k**ed that b**h You should've took me instead (Uh, that's weird) See, if you can't have her then he shouldn't neither And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either No one should see you but me in your T-shirt I worship you until the f**ing wrinkles on my knees hurt Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbing I know it seems like just I'm slobbing on your knob But I'm just a fan and I ain't losing my f**ing noggin (Yeah, you are) I ain't got a job and I went out and bought Goblin about five times 'Cause (Thanks for the support) I love you man (Alright) I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees I like pants that's cut, I like words like 'f**' I got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut out Now paper cuts on my balls because your dick's in my jaw (What the f**?) And I hit you on Twitter about ten minutes a day And now I'm bitter 'cause you dont even reply with a, 'Hey' (Sorry) And my boys think I'm gay 'cause I play 'VCR' In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors" Alright my n***a, calm down, it's getting weird, take this pic So I can get on Colossus, line as slow as mola**es (Tyler, listen) No, n***a, I see you're loving my sh** And I appreciate the fact that you would s** on my dick But I'm not gay so it's awkward, now I'm grouchy like Oscar After spilling some sh** on his newest pair of beige Dockers "Yonkers" and "Yonkers" (I love that song), sick of hearing about "Yonkers" I'm grateful that it worked, I attacked and I conquered "Yeah whatever but I had a f**ing blast at that concert I was at the Boston one, I got a T-shirt from Sagan The one that say, 'Sagan Lockhart' and when you came out to 'Sandwitches' That's when my f**ing boycrush got started" Just take this f**ing picture man, sh**