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colosuss [v1] - tyler, the creator lyrics

[verse]
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*t though”
now i’m like, ”f*ck, i don’t want to be an assh0l*”
so i’m sitting there posing with travis, devon
with a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on
so f*cking annoyed ’cause i missed goliath
’cause some kid said i was there, then they caused a riot (tyler’s here!)
now i’m surrounded by a 25 hound of f*ckers tryna get a photo
all because they noticed the top with the box logo
and them f*cking ears, guarantee they didn’t even hear b*st*rd
they bandwagon*jumped me from a pogo
i’m going f*cking loco, “hey, tyler, can i…?”
no, b*tch, don’t you see me tryna buy a f*cking 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*ck until my c*ck would bleed
now i’m the happiest i think i’ll ever ever be
my life is just like yours, no father
my momma must have forgot to stop with a popped condom
in school i was the one that was 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*ck ’em
you’re an inspiration to n*ggas like me
not the n*ggas who just like you ’cause of lyrics and beats
i’m talking ’bout the n*ggas who don’t know where they’re going to be
i heard the song “b*st*rd” 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*ck, 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 glass 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 (uhh)
tyler, i love you, wanna be just like you (alright)
i think about your face and i don’t even f*cking try to (no h0m*)
wish i had a bas*m*nt 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*ass videos with roach bugs
i’m straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip
and raquel that b*tch, you should’ve k!lled that b*tch
you should’ve took me instead (uhh, 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*cking wrinkles on my knees hurt (what the f*ck)
odd future, wolf gang, golf w*ng, flog gnaw, free earl mobbing
i know it seems like i’m just slobbing on your kn*b
but i’m just a fan and i ain’t losing my f*cking noggin (yeah, you are)
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 (alright)
i like tie*dyed tees or just plain white tees
i like pants that’s cut, i like words like “f*ck”
i got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut out
now paper cuts on my b*lls because your d*ck’s in my jaw (what the f*ck)
and i hit you on twitter about 10 minutes a day
and now i’m bitter ’cause you don’t even reply with a “hey” (sorry)
and my boys think i’m g*y ’cause i play “vcr”
in my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors…”
all right, my n*gga, calm down, it’s getting weird, take this pic
so i can get on colossus, line as slow as molasses
(tyler, listen) no, n*gga, i see you’re loving my sh*t
and i appreciate the fact that you would suck on my d*ck
but i’m not g*y so it’s awkward, now i’m grouchy like oscar
after spilling some sh*t 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*cking 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*cking boy*crush got started”
[outro]
just take this f*cking picture man, sh*t…

- tyler the creator lyrics

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