Six fags came up and said "ayo can we get a pic?"
And they said "oh it's wolf gang, Yonkers,
goblin is my shit though"
I don't want to be an asshole
So I'm sitting there posing
With a fake smile like her
titties was drawing it on
Cause some kid said I was there then they
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound
of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed the top
guarantee they didn't even hear bastard
They bandwagon-jumped me me from a
pogo, I'm going fucking loco
bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero, I
See, I used to give a fuck
until my cock would bleed
Now I'm the happiest I think
My life is just like yours, no father
My momma must have forgot to stop
one thinking outside boxes
So everybody in them would say that
So when I heard you say it,
I said it back like fuck 'em
Not the niggas who like you just cause of lyrics
I'm talking about the niggas
who don't know where they're going to be
I heard the song bastard right in the
but of course I was holding a heat
Gun on the edge of my feet,
I heard that first piano chord
like predators carrying treats
fuck is he speaking to me
See me and you we go together
I mean snare and a kick drum, see
I carved of on it this morning with a glass
On my green mini ramp that I built
in my backyard (that's weird)
That's hard, that scar from playing air
When I see you play at the Roxy (uh)
Tyler, I love you, I wanna be just like
I think about your face and I don't even fucking
Wish I had a basement mitt for
We could play Xbox and listen
to 'in search of' and eat donuts
Over conversating about what church
I'm straight edge too, so
And Raquel that bitch, you should've
You should've took me instead
See, if you can't have her
then he shouldn't neither
then she shouldn't either
No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt
I I worship you until the fucking wrinkles
on my knees hurt (what the fuck)
Odd future, wolf gang, golf wang,
flog gnaw, free earl mobbin'
I know it seems like just
I'm slobbing on your knob
But I'm just a fan and I ain't losing my fucking
I ain't got a job and I went out
and bought goblin about 5 times
Cause (thanks for the support) I love you man
I like tie-dyed tees tees or just plain white tees,
I got your pics on my wall
now paper cuts on my balls
Cause your dicks in my jaw
And I hit you on twitter about
And I'm bitter cause you don't even reply
And my boys think I'm gay
In my car all alone speakers
Alright my nigga, calm down,
it's getting weird, take this pic
So I can get on colossus,
I see you are loving my shit
And I appreciate the fact
that you would suck on my dick
But I'm not gay so its awkward, now
After spilling some shit on his newest pair
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 fucking
I was at the Boston one, I got
a t-shirt from from Sagan
The one that says Sagan Lockhart
Just take this fucking picture man, shit