Went to Six Flags, six fags 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 shit though" Now I'm like, "fuck, I don't want to be an asshole" So I'm sitting there posing with Travis, Devon With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on So fucking 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 fuckers tryna get a photo All because they noticed the top with the box logo And them fucking ears, guarantee they didn't even hear Bastard They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo I'm going fucking loco, "Hey, Tyler, can I...?" No, bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a fucking 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 fuck until my cock 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 fuck 'em You're an inspiration to niggas like me Not the niggas who just like you 'cause of lyrics and beats I'm talking 'bout the niggas who don't know where they're going to be I heard the song "Bastard" 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, "Fuck, 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 fucking try to (no homo) Wish I had a basement 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 bitch, you should've killed that bitch 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 fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt (what the fuck) Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Flog Gnaw, free Earl mobbing I know it seems like I'm just slobbing on your knob But I'm just a fan and I ain't losing my fucking 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 "fuck" I got your pics on my wall with the mouth cut out Now paper cuts on my balls because your dick's in my jaw (what the fuck) 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 gay 'cause I play "VCR" In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors..." All right, my nigga, calm down, it's getting weird, take this pic So I can get on Colossus, line as slow as molasses (Tyler, listen) No, nigga, I see you're loving my shit And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick But I'm not gay so it's awkward, now I'm grouchy like Oscar After spilling some shit 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 fucking 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 fucking boy-crush got started"
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