(Intro Tyler, The Creator)
Um, excuse me mister but can you please turn down the lights?
I don’t really like all these cameras, man
And this s**t just don’t feel right
And I don’t really wanna be rude to you, sir
But f**k you mean I can’t wear my hat in here?
And you got me f**ked up, if you think I care, ni**a
(Verse)
I hope you little ni**a’s is listening
Them Golf Boys is in this bi**h like an infant
The blind ni**a’s 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 f**k out of my kitchen
But keep your ego here so I can butt f**k 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 f**king shin-digs
I hope you f**king ni**a’s 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 sh**, you went out and bought yours
Man I got too much drive, motherf**ker, 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 sh**
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 ni**a I suppose
For the lights, for the camera, and the action
Now you’re face is melting from the flash of the big ol lights
Ni**a 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
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
