Goblin lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
You wouldn't do that, Tyler
Kill yourself or anyone
You don't, you don't even have the balls to begin with
What you need is me, someone to talk to
Uh, it's been a while since our last session, so
Tell me what's been going on

[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
I'm not a f*cking role model (I know this)
I'm a nineteen year old f*ckin' emotional coaster with pipe dreams
Since Kanye tweeted tellin' people he's bumpin' all of my sh*t
These motherf*ckers think I'm supposed to live up to somethin'? sh*t
I'm still jackin' off and proceeding my life careless
But getting more pus*y 'cause I tell b*tches I'm Wood Harris (As you should)
Philly to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares
At skateparks and airports all in a year, it's weird
Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindf*cked (Yeah)
Now competition missin' like that n*gga my mom f*cked
He still hasn't called me yet (That's not your fault)
But that's a whole f*ckin' different argument, sh*t, I got over it
And a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy
A couple Hot Pockets and grandma could stop cookin'
Them nasty ass collard greens, pressure's on me like this top hat
bast*rd intro, how the f*ck I'm gonna top that?
[Interlude: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
Tyler, you'll top it, you'll top that, you're a very capable individual
Okay, you guys caught me
I'm not a f*ckin' rapist or a serial killer, I lied
You know, you— you just want attention, you'll be fine
I try too hard, huh?
No, you don't

[Verse 2: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
Made a couple thou' and I just don't know what to buy yet
The 'preme sh*t is free and I don't drink, so f*ck a wine set
n*gga, f*ck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity
I'm f*cked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity
Oh, that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper
'Cause I'm too f*ckin' ignorant to do some research?
I'm the star of the group (Yeah)
So no one else gets the respect that they deserve 'cause of you ('Cause of you)
(bast*rd was good though) What you think I record it for?
To have a bunch a critics call my sh*t a bunch of horrorcore?
Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious
'Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really f*ckin' feel?
Of course they only listen to lyrics about me p*ssin' off
In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting p*ssed off (I bet)
Message boards are on my di*k, I need a p*ssin' waiver (Here)
Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they full of flavor
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
So um, ah, sh*t
Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothin', livin' out his dreams?
Why they gotta f*ckin' hate?
I think everyone's happy, everyone's immature
Everyone loves you Tyler, you have to believe that
I don't even skate anymore, I'm too f*ckin' busy
I can barely kickflip now
Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time when you're at home?
What the f*ck you mean I'm not talented? You see the sh*t that I've been doin'?
I have, I mean, you're a great person
I mean, I'm not that great of a rapper but as a whole, I'm pretty cool, right?

[Verse 3: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
People excited, thinkin' sh*t is so tight (For what?)
Getting co-signs from rappers that I don't even like
What the f*ck you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic?
And start Jackson him off until his cack blastin' off? (No)
f*ck that, (That's gay) These n*ggas ain't f*ckin' with me
'Cause I don't listen to the Immortal of Tech-of-the-nique
And all this underground bullsh*t that's never gon' peak
On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week
I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T
And some Waka Flocka Flame instead (I love that sh*t) of that real hip hop
That's bull-of-the-sheet, but they want to critique
Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released
But they don't get it (They don't, it's not made for them)
'Cause it's not made for them
The n*gga that's in the mirror rappin', it's made for him
But they do not have the mindset that's same as him
I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him
[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
It is, but Tyler, you're gonna have to cut down on that "faggot" word, that's very, that's a, that's a bad—
I'm not homophobic
I mean, I don't think you are, but—
Faggot
Alright, well, since the last time we—
The f*ck is a good performance?
I get on stage and I have as much fun as I can
I mean, you, you, it seems like you have fun
But your Twitter posts, just, I mean, they're really random and it's ADD
Who doesn't have ADD? Well, I don't
I mean, sometimes you just say really outlandish things
And we just wanna know, what's the problem for this?
I wish Thebe was here

[Verse 4: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
Therapy's been sinnin' and n*ggas getting offended
They don't wanna f*ck with me 'cause I do not f*ck with religion (Why?)
You see, that's my decision, you f*ckers don't have to listen
Here, put this middle finger in your ear (I'd rather not)
When someone gets blamed 'cause some white kid had aimed (What?)
His AK-47 at forty-seven kids, I don't wanna see my name mentioned
(I don't think anyone's going to men— I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you)
College wasn't workin' and I wasn't workin'
So I was at home j*rkin' off until my di*k was hurtin'
But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait
'Cause the four days that I went, I wasn't learning sh*t (I mean, you, you—)
Now I'm livin' dreams that I wanted since eight
And can afford to get my mother somethin' on her birthday
(I mean, you've explained to me that you were in school, but, I mean, I, I—)
They claim the sh*t I say is just wrong
Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone
I'm just a teenager who admits he's suicide prone
My life is doin' pretty good, so that date is postponed for now
Wow, life's a cute b*tch full of estrogen
And when she gives you lemons, n*gga, throw 'em at pedestrians
(So, what are you saying, take advantage?
I mean, you've been doin' pretty good, I've seen that—)
I still live in my grandma's house
Sell out a f*ckin' show in London just to end up on couches
I hate my f*ckin' life, but when I make that announcement
My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then
And then I am confused if I want in or just out
My friends really think I'm playin' when I say I need counselin'
I sit in grandmother's livin' room and just pout
And shout loud inside, sometimes I just wanna die (No, you don't)
Odd Future came from the bottom
And it's gon' take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em (I believe you)
All you f*ckin' lames don't have to like me (Yeah)
The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a f*ckin' white tee

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
Woah, um, alright, uh, so you was tellin' me you went to New York