Tyler, The Creator - Suicidal Thoughts lyrics

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
Cause I’m a piece of shit
It ain’t that hard to fuckin’ tell
Blogs say I’m the shit
But I can’t detect the smell
Haven’t tried to be successful
Cause I’m afraid to fail wearing all yellow
Now I'm praying to the Devil
And I dig my own ditch and
I brought my own shovel
Carvings on my arms, fuck lame on my wrists
And nobody gave a fuck
I thought Sarah would give a hint
Fuck Commercial, my show would never be a hit
But I have dreams of being
Able to fuck every bitch
That could breathe, that got
Knees, with a twat, i myself
Fuck a chain, fuck swag, fuck a prop, period
Make my own rules, fuck a cop
You niggas with these one-sighted visions
Cyclops over my blocks bridging
Stitching up Sarah name like it
Was my cling to fame
In retrospect, OF is a fucking game
We terrorizing old folks, smoke, skates
Rape sluts that chew dick run around
Grab a new inhaler like I’m not sick
But I’m not bitch
Counselors tell me all my issues
Like I’m not it
Demented, in my own dimension
Couple "Fuck you"’s and donuts is my division
Chopping up my wrist with incisions
No second decisions
Creator of shit with no inventions, look
Tryna get the heavens to listen, but I can’t
Because I’m my own fuckin’ religion
And they think I’m tryna be different
But I don’t give a shit
Like sitting down pissing
I’m a black panther in white skin
Like a lesbian who like men
Fuck friends, I don’t even know how to begin
Well this is the beginning of new ends

Fin