Album: Wolf (2013)
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  • Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang
    I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names
    I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably say the same, fuck
    Hated by everyone, that's the way it seems
    I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem
    I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I'm amused alone
    Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team
    Depression on the stalk again
    My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough
    Whenever I am losing oxygen, bully hand around my neck
    Because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again
    I brought that on myself, see I should know my place
    But not at lunchtime, see
    I know better then to show my face around them
    But the day I do it will be everywhere
    When I share these feelings finally they gon' fucking care

    Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots
    Crash a couple
    Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers
    Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus
    It's us, nigga
    I said it's us, nigga

    Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you
    Was when I uh with all them burners, you
    Think that I'm some punk bully bitch who ain't gone trouble you
    Well I'm gonna burst your bubble two times if you don't mind um
    "Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and that's Tyler
    And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats!
    Don't start asking whats packin' in these trench coats!
    But just know if you start acting I'm grabbin' for these trench coats!
    My step-father called me a fag, I'll show him a fag
    I'll light a fire up in his ass
    And recently them assholes that be fuckin' with me in class
    So I'ma keep them motherfuckers there and make sure they pass, huh
    My prom date, she distance my offer
    So I'ma and toss her in the principles office
    Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend?
    (Yeah but my parents) don't worry you will probably never see them again

    Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots
    Crash a couple
    Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers
    Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus
    It's us, nigga
    I said it's us, nigga

    Bum bum bum bum bum
    Bum bum bum bum bum
    Bum bum bum burumrumrumrum bum bum bum
    Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe
    We are the sams, and we're dead its just four of us
    We come in peace we mean no harm and we're inglorious
    We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us
    I guess we lost ours

    Music had nothing to do with my final decision
    I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention
    But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had
    Since I was a kid but I'm growing up so they missin'
    I didn't mean to hurt anybody I'm sorry
    I wouldn't hurt a fly or consider joining the army
    I'm hardly ever angry, Toger Rabbit framed me
    Momma I'm the same fucking kid that you made see?
    I don't wanna go to jail I just wanna go home
    And I want those fucking kids at school to just leave me alone
    And I, I hear helicopters make them dip
    I'm fucking reloaded I told you all that I ain't takin' shit
    You better backup before this mac starts to lift up
    I'll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up
    The difference between us and our class is tan khakis
    I got 99 problems and all of them is being happy Writer/s: TYLER OKONMA
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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