Nightmare Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

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 her 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 trembled, my finger's slipped, the wall's red 

Her life is fucked, she 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 

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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 the Budweiser tops 

Life is a movie and you're just a prop 

They begged me to stop but I listen like death drones 

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, I'm kinda arrogant 

Ignorant as fuck, defend 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. Mo Unique Parker, but a little darker, I'll see you in a couple 

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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 

Tyler, here's some water man 

You seem a little tense.. how is 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 shitty parents, face it, suck it up 

That's what you shoulda 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, bro 

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 feeling I be feeling when I'm sobered up 

But that's a fucking lie, why would he say that I'm 

As emotionally strained as Travis when he's.. (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, 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 "O.F. 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 

Cause I don't know how to.. (Whoa) 

All I want is her support, whenever the fight's 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 this 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 at 

Didn't give a fuck about fame or a name, oh 

"Message from GZA, oh, another one from Plain Pat" 

Email full of emails, I never write back 

Ain't kill myself yet, now 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 blowin' them 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 you all know that 

We at the fuckin' dirty lifer's laundry (Tyler, calm down) nigga get off me 

Fuck off me man, fuck (What's got 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..) 

As though 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?)