Odd Future - Sam lyrics

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[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]This life is a game, if you wanna playThen count all your own mistakesLivin' it with no delaySo fast I'm getting growing painsFather didn't show me my instincts to take the open laneI go insaneAll these problems coming with my growing ageBlowin' haze Trying to clear the doubt that's sitting on my brainI don't complainBut the kid inside me's feeling so restrainedGotta stay goldenLet desire rekindle the flameSearchin' for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in my brain[Pre-hook](Bring in the horns) You hear that f*cking brass? (F*cking brass, n*gga) That's little boy nigger with the trumpetsMarchin' with the bandwagonLooking for his heart, no sleeveBut his hand carry musketsWorking in the meadows, OblivionMotherf*ck GeppettoHe's a leader, not a puppetSome professors nutty, you're the Klump's dickSo think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions[Hook (x2)] N*gga's! (Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left! )N*gga's coming! (Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left! )[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] They want a story, a storyI write the sh*t that I find very amusingCuz all the other f*ckin' stories are boringIt's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore meIt's like I fathered these f*ckers, so you will find me on MauryI'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturingBut it will come from experiences and sh*t I see touringI'm like a birdman, I'm soaring, really highAnd I'm really horny, from watching this pornNope[Pre-hook](Bring in the horns) You hear that f*cking brass?(F*cking brass, n*gga) That's little boy nigger with the trumpets Marchin' with the bandwagonLooking for his heart, no sleeveBut his hand carry musketsWorking in the meadows, OblivionMotherf*ck GeppettoHe's a leader, not a puppetSome professors nutty, you're the Klump's dickSo think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions[Hook (x2)] N*gga's! (Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left! )N*gga's coming! (Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left! )[Bridge]5(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)4(Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)3 (Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)2(Erer-erer-erer)Where's Tyler? [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]Bottom of the countdownSh*t ain't been the same since I found outHodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-WowNow I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth f*ckerThat your teenage kid, likes to bow downRiding around town in SeattleWith the same shotgun that Kurt used to "Click-Clack-Boom-Pow"Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool nowCuz I got a f*cking award in my own room nowNope, but I can flip sh*t like a couch pillowAnd have my death silent like a loose vowThe bandwagon turned into caboose, soSo, don't let that little nigger trumpet lose soundJust let him play