Tyler, The Creator, Cole Alexander — DeathCamp

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Um, excuse me mister, but can you please turn down the lights?

I don’t really like all these cameras, man

And this shit just don’t feel right

And I don’t really wanna be rude to you, sir

But fuck you mean I can’t wear my hat in here?

And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, nigga

I hope you little niggas is listening

Them Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infant

The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision

And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition

So special, the teacher asked if I was autistic

And now I’m making plates, you just washing the dishes

So if you don’t mind, get the fuck out of my kitchen

But keep your ego there so I can butt fuck your opinion

But in the meantime, brainwashing millions of minions

Leader of the new school? (Ha, I’m in my own school)

And you would never catch me in none of their fucking shin-digs

I hope you fucking niggas is angry, pissed, and offended

In Search Of… did more for me than Illmatic

That’s when I realized we ain’t cut from the same fabric

I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours

Man, I got too much drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic

La-di-da-di, I’m going harder

Than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers

When it’s a lot at stake carne asada let’s be honest, I’m really morphing

Named the album «Cherry Bomb» because «Greatest Hits» sounded boring

I don’t like to follow the rules

She said that I must, I don’t have any armpits

She wanted to talk; «Who’s in charge of this Golf shit?»

I said «Howdy do? How are you? I’m the sergeant

And who I are isn’t really important

My heart is as dark as a window with car tint

So hop in with your friends, gal and I’ll unpark it

And I’ll do donuts until the fat one is carsick.»

It’s young T

I don’t like to follow the rules

And that’s just who I am

I hope you understand

And I don’t really think y’all cool

So give yourself a hand

No, no, give yourself a hand

Better pose for that camera

Better pose, boy you better pose

And it’s your life nigga I suppose

For the lights, for the camera, and the action

Now your face is meltin’ from the flash of the big ol’ lights

Nigga you ask for this life

Welcome to death camp

Yeah, welcome to death camp

Yeah, welcome to death camp

Kissing on my bean bag

Your lips high-five my tongue

And my fingers moonwalk through your hair

(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)

This is fun I can tell

I don’t know if you’ll handle it well

Welcome to hell camp

(Lights, and the camera, and the action)

You should be mine in a way tonight

(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)