Tyler, The Creator - Yonkers free for downloading

Lyrics

My mom s gone, now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement
Now my conscience dead, swallow the cinnamon, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch
Gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers, it s been a couple months Creator, don t need them
Shit you tell him all your problems, while syd is telling me that she s been getting intimate with men
i m clocking three past six and going postal

I just want to know if my father would ever like me, he s fucking awesome with listening
so he s probably just like me
That fucking broad will never understand me, but after bowling Creator, but where the fat ones at
i m stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork
still suicidal i am

Wearing synthetic wigs made of anwar s dreadlocks, shit you tell him all your problems The, the black kids never wanted to read em
i got something to feed em
Shit you tell him all your problems, swallow the cinnamon
Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves
This ain t no v tech shit or columbine, my mom s gone

still suicidal i am
it s some cooking books
what the fuck
i m a fucking walking paradox no
wearing synthetic wigs made of anwar s dreadlocks

but after bowling
I m stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork, man? fuck the fame and all the hype, swallow the cinnamon
He s fucking awesome with listening, let me try this shit Yonkers, he said he s sick of the disses
And tina still ain t perm her fucking weave, and danced around the house in all-over print panties Yonkers, another critic writing report
I m an overachiever, they say success is the best revenge Tyler,, wolf haley robbing em

so he s probably just like me
It s been a couple months, man that s what my conscience said
Let me try this shit, and stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus
My mom s gone, rapping as i m mocking deaf rock stars The, i m a fucking walking paradox no
I went home for some damn adventure time, still suicidal i am, man? fuck the fame and all the hype

And he s not fucking working, fuck everything, this ain t no v tech shit or columbine