[Intro]
My music
My mind
And them three sixes

[Chorus]
Odd (I'm not yet a man)
Future (Still not of a boy)
Wolf (This my only joy)
Gang (Now let's parade in gold)

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without Abel
I can make music that makes sense, but not mentally stable
Eighteen, with the whole world in front of me
Odd Future teenagers, nobody can fuck with we

[Chorus]
Odd (I'm not yet a man)
Future (Still not of a boy)
Wolf (This my only joy)
Gang (Now let's parade in gold)
Odd (I'm not yet a man)
Future (Still not of a boy)
Wolf (This my only joy)
Gang (Now let's parade in gold)

[Verse 2]
I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk
I skip to places, smiley faces, while you fucking walk
My TV stays on Cartoon Network, fuck that "Twilight" shit
You have highlights about your life, I have life 'bout my highlights, bitch
Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid
Watch them grow, and then you die? No, nigga, fuck the system

[Chorus]
Odd (I'm not yet a man)
Future (Still not of a boy)
Wolf (This my only joy)
Gang (Now let's parade in gold)

[Verse 3]
Good kids make bad grown-ups
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
In my wolf suit, I roam where the wild things at
Still growing, still learning, not knowing that I'm Max
I don't want to grow up, I know that shit for a fact
Nigga, eighteen

[Chorus]
Odd (I'm not yet a man)
Future (Still not of a boy)
Wolf (This my only joy)
Gang (Now let's parade in gold)
Odd (I'm not yet a man)
Future (Still not of a boy)
Wolf (This my only joy)
Gang (Now let's parade in gold)

[Verse 4]
They say I'm immature; I say that they depressed
I talk to unicorns; I'm wearing a uniform
Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time
You live your life all serious while I'm enjoying mine

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator & Dr. TC]
Wow, that's— That's a really good way to look at it
Yeah I mean... I don't. I mean I'm really hyper and everything with my imagination
Ohh okay—ADHD?
I'm not having ADHD like, one second, I'm real hype as fuck, but the next minute, I can just slow that shit down

[Intro]
Uh, Jesus, heheh

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
Nigga, this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck, so I would really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought I'm often lost in (Fuck it), put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt fuck a couple Rots in the Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel
At a nude beach in Rome, in a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles
My bitch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass
Get my dicky rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy, I am ditching class
I rather be happy than fucking forty
So fuck that teacher's lecture, I'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope– (They didn't like it) Oh, well
Let's get XXL to write us a fucking story

[Chorus: Hodgy]
It's sitting right in my lap, I see it (Hey)
Scribbled across the lines, I read it (Hey)
I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language (Hey)
You scared of war? I'm all anxious
We got the Angus if you want beef (Hey)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Put on the cheese)
Oh, now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Where's the barbecue sauce?)
Now have that burger, eat it fast, nigga

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Fucking aw, get you some, obviously intended pun
Same time it took Jason Dill to get the stitching done
Custom-made, one of one, sold out Roxy performance
Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform "Sandwitches"
Started back in fucking London, cracker children wanted something
They could bump and punch a bunch of fucking faces (Stomp 'em out)
Moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus, not a carn–
Evil wolves is on the farm and were all evil harmed
Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep
Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking Greek
God, Bastard was the shit, explains why it never leaked (Damn)
I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak (Once I have my wings and my motherfucking chain)
Oh, that's the black talking in me
Let me down a couple cups of bleach

[Chorus: Hodgy]
It's sitting right in my lap, I see it (Hey)
Scribbled across the lines, I read it (Hey)
I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language (Hey)
You scared of war? I'm all anxious
We got the Angus if you want beef (Hey)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Put on the cheese)
Oh, now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Where's the barbecue sauce?)
Now have that burger, eat it fast, nigga (Swag)

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
Free Earl, that's the fucking shit
And if you disagree, lick a couple pimple-covered clits
From some stripping lesbian dykes that fight niggas
That like to rap about those dykes that fight niggas
Alright, enough with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake' house and play Goblins in his kitchen
Then force him and his mom to listen to track six, then
If he doesn't like it, I'll just slice his fucking dick and
Put it in the cabinet where the fucking cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures, and, post 'em on my Twitter, then
Go to Jimmy Fallon like, "Faggot, when we perfomin'?"
Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin' on the stage
In a rage that'll scare Zack Rocha
Better get your tanks before this wolf war's over
History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier

[Intro]
Knock knock, who's there?
I wanna know
Tell me a joke
I've got one for you
A man walked into a bar
What's the deal with airline food?
That reminds me of my ex-wife

[Verse 1]
Knock knock, who's there? Tell me the truth
A familiar shadow that everyone knew
Reached through the walls, you saw right through
Laughin' at you, I had so many things left to do
And it's funny, you said it's too soon
Stuck in the red, came out the blue
How am I doin' this?
Bone dry skeleton, humorous
I tried to walk myself out of the ground

[Chorus]
All I could hear were thе crickets
Funny the joke is on mе
I tried hard not to miss it
Everything I couldn't be
Ha-ha
Laugh to the grave
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Laugh to the grave

[Verse 2]
Knock knock, who's there? Tell me a joke
Something feels off, was it words that I spoke?
Or was it something else? The door must've broke
How can it be? It's a setup, the punchline was me
Over my head, I couldn't see
Reached through the walls, felt for a key
I'm a social experiment
Aren't you relieved to be hearin' it? (Hm)
All of the cameras were pointin' away

[Chorus]
All I could hear were the crickets
Funny the joke is on me
I tried hard not to miss it
Everything I couldn't be
Ha-ha
Laugh to the grave
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Laugh to the grave

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
All I could hear were the crickets
Funny the joke is on me, hm
I tried hard not to miss it
Everything I couldn't be
Ha-ha
Laugh to the grave
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Laugh to the grave