Nightmare (Explicit)

Nightmare - Tyler, The Creator

Written by：T. Okonma

So, you tell me that everything

Just isn't going well

Well, first off

My only problem is death

F**k heaven,

I ain't showing no religion respect

Brain damage, therapy's the only thing I regret

Talking to me is like a

F**king body missing her neck

But, I'm surprised I ain't

Pop off my top off

Life is a b**ch and my cock's soft,

The Glock's cocked

My hands trembled, my finger's slipped,

The wall's red

Her life is f**ked, she sad now,

Her son is dead

I told her I'm her worst nightmare

This is hell,

You don't ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your day dreams,

That's how death seems

I told her I'm her worst nightmare

This is hell,

You don't ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your day dreams,

That's how death seems

When I was younger,

I would smile a lot

I'm getting older,

Getting bolder but a wiser top

Now I'm drunk driving,

Lap's full of the Budweiser tops

Life is a movie and you're just a prop

They begged me to stop

But I listen like death drones

Love? I don't get none,

That's why I'm so hostile

To the kids that get some

My father called me to tell me he loved me

I'd have a better chance of getting

Taylor Swift to f**k me

Annoying and I'm ugly,

Most niggas wanna punch me

I'm surprised the f**king doctor

Even touched me

Feel like Humpty,

You hoping that I'll fall? F**k y'all

I'm Ace, I'm parentless,

I'm kinda arrogant

Ignorant as f**k,

Defend people for the hell of it

Because I am the devil,

F**ker get on my level

Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips,

Supremes and markers

My life is Ms. Mo Unique Parker,

But a little darker,

I'll see you in a couple

I told her I'm her worst nightmare

This is hell,

You don't ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your day dreams,

That's how death seems

I told her I'm her worst nightmare

This is hell,

You don't ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your day dreams,

That's how death seems

Tyler, here's some water man

You seem a little tense how is The baby?

All because a ni**a

Just don't give a f**k

Parents wanna blame me all

Because their kid is f**king up

But f**k that, you're shitty parents,

Face it, suck it up

That's what you shoulda did before

That ni**a bust, huh

Feel like I missed my little brother growing up

Feel like my little brother missed

His brother growing up

But this is Golf Wang,

Like he missed his family growing up

I got a little taller since

The last time you seen me, bruh

Now I'm emo, so f**k it,

I'm pouring up

But I never had a drink,

"Sydney, Tyler's throwing up!"

My ni**a Jasper said if I drink

And get drunk enough

I won't feel the feeling I be feeling

When I'm sobered up

But that's a f**king lie,

Why would he say that I'm

As emotionally strained

As Travis when he's

Tyler, calm down

Don't look at me,

I'm 6'5" about to f**king cry

About another guy,

But this is Golf Wang, do or die

I finally had a family

Domo's in another state,

Where the f**k is Riley?

Now you niggas wanna be nice

Because the labels wanna sign me

But before the co-signing

And you f**kers couldn't find me?

F**k that! I hope you die in a fiery death

One ear I got kids screaming "O.F. is the best"

The other ear I got Tron Cat asking

Where the bullets and the bombs at

So I can kill these levels of stress, sh*t

They say that I'm shock value

How about you hop off cock

And turn volume down?

I haven't got around to telling my mom sh*t

Cause I don't know how to

All I want is her support,

Whenever the fight's at home

When mommy cusses out cousin,

Some knifes get shown

Now she's really f**kin' pissed,

So the knives get thrown

And hit her in her f**king neck,

Now her throat's all gone

Looking like a f**king monster

From the Twilight Zone

Then they wonder why I stay at

Travis pad with a backpack

For the whole week full

Of plastic-wrapped black tees

And deodorant like this house is my home

I could live with the same hat

And the same flat-screen

TV watching Flapjack

And the same bacon

And waffles on a nice Saturday

Where I skate with the same f**king friends at

Didn't give a f**k about fame or a name, oh

"Message from GZA, oh,

Another one from Plain Pat"

Email full of emails,

I never write back

Ain't kill myself yet,

Now I already want my life back

I told her I'm her worst nightmare

This is hell,

You don't ever gotta fight fair

My spirit floats around in the night air

Or in your day dreams,

That's how death seems

One shot, two shots, one gun, two cops

I'm blowin' them flu shots,

Couldn't kill me with two top rockers

You're on the side of faggots

And cock blockers

I'm on the side of bad-a** kids

And the top notches

I'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a human

Cause I'm shrooming with

The bangers and the carneys

You niggas can't harm me

Cause you all know that

We at the f**kin' dirty lifer's laundry

Tyler, calm down ni**a get off me

F**k off me man, f**k

What's got into you?

I don't know,

It's like I'm a different person at times

Sometimes I'm f**king mad,

Sometimes I'm not

Yeah, you

As though I got a f**king voice in my head

Telling me to do all this f**ked up sh*t,

Man Yeah, what's this?

I don't f**king know, man

What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?

He tells me to do this sh*t

That I don't wanna f**king do

What's his name?