Tyler, The Creator, Cole Alexander - DEATHCAMP lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator, Cole Alexander - DEATHCAMP lyrics]
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 but let's be honest
I'm really morphing
Named my album "Cherry Bomb" because
"Greatest Hit's" sounded boring
I don't like to follow the rules
She said that I must
I don't have any armpit's
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
You 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)
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 but let's be honest
I'm really morphing
Named my album "Cherry Bomb" because
"Greatest Hit's" sounded boring
I don't like to follow the rules
She said that I must
I don't have any armpit's
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
You 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)