[Chorus 1: Tyler, The Creator]
(Can we talk on the phone or something?)
Because when I call (When I call you on the phone)
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you (Uh)
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Hey Dad, it's me, uhm...
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I'd be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
"Dad" isn't your name, see "Faggot"'s a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any fucks to spare
You Nigerian fuck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs
So you not being near fuckin' fire-started my damn career
But fuck it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see (fuck you)
A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But sucks you ain't give a fuck and consider a sperm donor now
Fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley
And I just ain't being passive, nigga
You a fuckin' faggot, nigga
Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't gettin' no passes, nigga?
But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga
And call him
I hope he answer
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up)
I'd like to talk to you
(I hope you answer)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck
And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone 'til November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgia
I'll call her number
But she won't answer
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & (Syd)]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you)
I hope you answer
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
You claim to hate my fuckin' guts
But say I'm on a island in Thailand and I was wilding
And, if I got stranded, had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off saltwater and fuckin' coconuts
Phone ain't got no service, this 3G is fucking worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be fuckin' nervous like me inside of a church is
But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
The last verse was about this girl, haha
[Intro]
Random disclaimer!
Hey, don't do anything that I say in this song, okay?
It's fucking fiction
If anything happens, don't fucking blame me
White America, fuck Bill O'Reilly
Four, three, two, one
[Verse 1]
What the fuck I look like? Sayin' I'm sorry
To a bunch of fucking fags that can't potentially harm me?
I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations
By the way, I got sixty fucking wolves that'll guard me
That skate hard, Thrash' black hoodies, try something
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a Glad bag
Fuck all your opinions, I'm tyin' 'em with a shoestring
[Pre-Chorus]
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
[Post-Chorus 1]
(Left, right, left, right, left, right)
Odd Future, Wolf Gang (Left, right, left, right, left, right)
We came together 'cause (Left, right, left, right)
We ain't have nobody else (Left, right, left, right)
Do you? (Left, right, left, right)
You just might be one of us (Left, right, left, right, left, right)
Are you? (Left, right)
[Verse 2]
Fuck cops, I'm a fucking rockstar
Rebel and defiance makes my motherfucking cock hard
Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards
Fuck school, I'm a fuck up? Fuck Harvard
I ain't got no fucking money (Hey, mom)
I ain't got no motherfucking daddy, he ain't teach me shit
Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything
[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
[Post-Chorus 2]
(Left, right, left, right)
They want us to go to they schools and (Left, right, left, right, left, right)
Be fucking miserable at they fucking college, studying that bullshit (Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right)
Fuck that (Left, right)
Do what the fuck makes you happy (Left, right, left, right)
'Cause at the end (Left, right, left, right)
Who's there? You (Left, right, left, right)
[Post-Chorus 3]
You hear that, nigga?
That's cult shit right there, nigga
Wolf Gang!
Fuck everybody else, nigga!
Stand for somethin', get money, nigga!
Wolf Gang in this bitch, nigga, we sixty deep
Fuck with me, nigga
Odd Future, nigga
Stand the fuck up! (Left, right, left, right)
I'm not sayin' just to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes (Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right)
What I'm trying to tell you is (Left, right, left, right)
Do what the fuck you want (Left, right, left, right)
Stand for what the fuck you believe in, and don't let nobody tell you can't do what the fuck you want (Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right)
I'm a fucking unicorn (Left, right)
And fuck anybody, who say I'm not (Left, right, left, right)
Wolf Gang
[Bridge]
Fuck your traditions (and), fuck your positions (and)
Fuck your religion (and), fuck your decisions
(See) They're not mine, so you gotta let 'em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Fuck your traditions (and), fuck your positions (and)
Fuck your religion (and), fuck your decisions
(See) They're not mine, you gotta let 'em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Fuck your traditions (and), fuck your positions (and)
Fuck your religion (and), fuck your decisions
(See) They're not mine, so you gotta let 'em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Go
You gotta let 'em go, let 'em go
You gotta let 'em—
Go
You gotta let 'em go, let 'em go
You gotta let 'em— (You gotta)
Go
[Outro: Dr. TC & Tyler, The Creator]
You gotta let these shits go, man. (You gotta let 'em go, let 'em go)
It's not making sense to you right now, but (You gotta let 'em, go, let 'em go), all these little dreams you got, they're not shit. (Let 'em go, you gotta let 'em, go)
All this rebellion (You gotta let 'em go), all this crazy shit you got, saying this shit (Let 'em go, you gotta let 'em, go), getting too old for this shit, man, you gotta grow out of it. (You gotta let 'e, go)
Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger. (Let 'em go, you gotta let 'em, go)
You gotta look at reality, understand that shit, so you don't get caught. (You gotta let 'em go)
I'm just bein' real (Let 'em go)
Nigga, fuck you (You gotta let 'em—)
I'm just trying to help you, man (You gotta let 'em go), trust me (Let 'em go, you gotta let 'em, go)
Look, I mature day after day, nigga (For real), you don't know shit (You gotta let 'em go), you're a fucking therapist
Whatever (Let 'em go, you gotta let 'em—)
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