Tyler, The Creator - Nightmare lyrics

So, you tell me that everything
Just isn't going well well, first off

My only problem is death fuck heaven
I ain't showing no religion respect
Brain damage
Therapy's the only thing I regret
Talking to me is like a
Fucking body missing a neck
But, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top off
Life is a bitch and my cock's soft
The Glock's cocked
My hands tremble, my finger slipped
The wall's red
Her life is fucked, she's 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 daydreams, 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 Budweiser tops
Life is a movie and you're just a prop
They begged me to stop
But I listen like deaf drums
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 fuck me
Annoying and I'm ugly
Most niggas wanna punch me
I'm surprised the fucking doctor
Even touched me feel like Humpty
You hoping that I'll fall? Fuck y'all
I'm Ace, I'm parentless, odd, kinda arrogant
Ignorant as fuck
Offend people for the hell of it
Because I am the devil, fucker
Get on my level
Doughnuts and keys and kick-flips
Supremes and markers
My life is Ms mon-unique Parker
But a little darker
I'll see you in a couple, OF

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 daydreams, that's how death seems

Tyler, here's some water
Man you seem a little tense how's Thebe?

All because a nigga just don't give a fuck
Parents wanna blame me all because
Their kid is fucking up
But fuck that, you're a
Shitty parent, face it, suck it up
That's what you should've did
Before that nigga 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 fuck it, I'm pouring up
But I never had a drink
(Sydney, Tyler's throwing up)
My nigga Jasper said if I
Drink and get drunk enough
I won't feel the feelings I be
Feeling when I'm sobered up
But that's a fucking lie
Why would he say that? I'm
As emotionally straight as Travis when he -
(Tyler, calm down)
Don't look at me, I'm 6'5"
About to fucking cry
About another guy, but this is Golf Wang
Do or die i finally had a family
Domo's in another state
And where the fuck is Riley?
Now you niggas wanna be nice because
The labels wanna sign me
But before the co-signing and you
Fuckers couldn't find me?
Fuck that! I hope you die in a fiery death
One ear I got kids screaming
"OF 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, shit
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 shit
(why?) cause I don't know how to (whoa)
All I want is her support, but no
It's the fights at home
When mommy cusses out cousin
Some knifes get shown
Now she's really fuckin' pissed
So the knives get thrown
And hit her in her fucking neck
Now her throat's all gone
Looking like a fucking 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 his 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 fucking friends that
Didn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh
"Message from The GZA, oh
Another one from Plain Pat"
Email full of emails, I never write back
Ain't kill myself yet
And 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 going in 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-ass
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 y'all know that
We at the fuckin' Dirty like it's laundry
(Tyler, calm down) nigga, get off me

(Calm down, man) fuck off me man, fuck
(what's gotten into you?) i don't know
It's like I'm a different person at times
Sometimes I'm fucking mad, sometimes I'm not
(yeah, you)
It's like I got a fucking voice in my head
Telling me to do all this fucked up shit, man
(yeah, what's this?)
I don't fucking know, man
(what's this person named then, Tyler, huh?)
He tells me to do this shit
That I don't wanna fucking do
(what's his name?) tron Cat