Tyler, the Creator - Nightmare Lyrics (2024)

');var c=function(){cf.showAsyncAd(opts)};if(window.cf)c();else{cf_async=!0;var r=document.createElement("script"),s=document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0];r.async=!0;r.src="https://srv.clickfuse.com/showads/showad.js";r.readyState?r.onreadystatechange=function(){if("loaded"==r.readyState||"complete"==r.readyState)r.onreadystatechange=null,c()}:r.onload=c;s.parentNode.insertBefore(r,s)};})();

The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

So, you tell me that everything just isn't going wellWell, first offMy only problem is deathF*ck heaven, I ain't showing no religion respectBrain damage, therapy's the only thing I regretTalking to me is like a f*cking body missing her neckBut, I'm surprised I ain't pop off my top offLife is a bitch and my co*ck's off the Glock's co*ckMy hand's shriveled, my finger's slipped, the wall's redHer life is f*cked, she sad now, her son is deadI told her I'm her worst nightmareThis is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fairMy spirit floats around in the night airOr in your day dreams, that's how death seemsWhen I was younger, I would smile a lotI'm getting older, getting bolder but a wiser topNow I'm drunk driving, lap's full of the Budweiser topsLife is a movie and you're just a propThey begged me to stop but I listen like death dronesLove? I don't get none, that's why I'm so hostile to the kids that get someMy father called me to tell me he loved meI'd have a better chance of getting Taylor Swift to f*ck meAnnoying and I'm ugly, most nigg*s wanna punch meI'm surprised the f*cking doctor even touched meFeel like Humpty, you hoping that I'll fall? F*ck y'allI'm Ace, I'm parent-less, I'm kinda arrogantIgnorant as f*ck, defend people for the hell of itBecause I am the devil, f*cker get on my levelDoughnuts and keys and kick-flips, Supremes and markersMy life is Ms. Mo Unique Parker,But a little darker, I'll see you in a coupleI told her I'm her worst nightmareThis is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fairMy spirit floats around in the night airOr in your day dreams, that's how death seemsTyler, here's some water manYou seem a little tense, how is Thebe?All because a nigg* just don't give a f*ckParents wanna blame me all because their kid is f*cking upBut f*ck that, you're sh*tty parents, face it, suck it upThat's what you shoulda did before that nigg* bust, huhFeel like I missed my little brother growing upFeel like my little brother missed his brother growing upBut this is Golf Wang, like he missed his family growing upI got a little taller since the last time you seen me, broNow I'm emo, so f*ck it, I'm Poe-in' upBut I never had a drink, "Sydney, Tyler's throwing up!"My nigg* Jasper said if I drink and get drunk enoughI won't feel the feeling I be feeling when I'm sobered upBut that's a f*cking lie, why would he say that I'mAs emotionally strained as Travis when he's (Tyler, calm down)Don't look at me, I'm 6'5" about to f*cking cryAbout another guy, but this is Golf Wang, do or dieI finally had a familyDomo's in another state, where the f*ck is Riley?Now you nigg*s wanna be nice because the labels wanna sign meBut before the co-signing and you f*ckers couldn't find me?F*ck that! I hope you die in a fiery deathOne ear I got kids screaming "O.F. is the best"The other ear I got Tron Cat asking where the bullets and the bombs atSo I can kill these levels of stress, sh*tThey say that I'm shock valueHow about you hop off co*ck and turn volume down?I haven't got around to telling my mom sh*tCause I don't know how to (Whoa)All I want is her support, whenever the fight's at homeWhen mommy cusses out cousin, some knifes get shownNow she's really f*ckin' pissed, so the knives get thrownAnd hit her in her f*cking neck, now her throat's all goneLooking like a f*cking monster from the Twilight ZoneThen they wonder why I stay at Travis pad with a backpackFor the whole week full of plastic-wrapped black teesAnd deodorant like this house is my homeI could live with the same hatAnd the same flat-screen TV watching FlapjackAnd the same bacon and waffles on a nice SaturdayWhere I skate with the same f*cking friends atDidn't give a f*ck about fame or a name, oh"Message from GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat"Email full of emails, I never write backAin't kill myself yet, now I already want my life backI told her I'm her worst nightmareThis is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fairMy spirit floats around in the night airOr in your day dreams, that's how death seemsOne shot, two shots, one gun, two copsI'm blowin' them flu shots, couldn't kill me with two top rockersYou're on the side of fa*gots and co*ck blockersI'm on the side of bad-ass kids and the top notchesI'm Barney, dinosaur Harley of a humanCause I'm shrooming with the bangers and the carneysYou nigg*s can't harm me 'cause you all know thatWe at the f*ckin' dirty lifer's laundry (Tyler, calm down)nigg* get off meF*ck off me man, f*ck (What's got into you?)I don't know, it's like I'm a different person at timesSometimes I'm f*cking mad, sometimes I'm not (Yeah, you)As though I got a f*cking voice in my headTelling me to do all this f*cked up sh*t, man (Yeah, what's this?)I don't f*cking know, man (What's this person named then, Tyler, huh?)He tells me to do this sh*tThat I don't wanna f*cking do (What's his name?)Tron Cat

Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer