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Tyler, The Creator

Genres: Hip-Hop

Pigs Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang 

I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names 

I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably say the same 

Fuck...hated by everyone, that's the way it seems 

I don't know whats shorter, his damn temper or my self esteem 

I sit in my room and I listen to tunes, I'm amused alone 

Because none of the cool kids would let me join a team 

Depression on the stalk again 

My best friend is an inhaler because it will not let me cough 

Whenever I am losing oxygen, bully hand around my neck 

Because he felt disrespected when I decided to talk again 

I brought that on myself, see I should know my place 

But not at lunchtime, see 

I know better then to show my face around them 

But the day I do it will be everywhere 

When I share these feelings finally they gon' fucking care 

 

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Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots 

Crash a couple- 

Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers 

Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus 

It's us, nigga 

I said it's us, nigga 

 

Murder, murder, m-murder the last they heard of you 

Was when i... "uh" with all them burners, you 

Think that I'm some punk bully bitch who ain't gone trouble you 

Well im gonna burst your bubble two times if you dont mind umm 

"Who are you again?" I'm Sammy and thats Tyler 

And we came to get wild and style in these trench coats! 

Don't start asking whats packin in these trench coats! 

But just know if you start acting im grabbin for these trench coats! 

My step-father called me a fag, I'll show him a fag 

I'll light a fire up in his ass 

And recently them assholes that be fuckin with me in class 

So I'mma keep them motherfuckers there and make sure they pass, huh 

My prom date, she distance my offer 

So I'mma --- and toss her in the principles office 

Oh, now you wanna conversate with me try to be my friend? (Yeah but my parents-) Oh don't worry you will probably never see them again 

 

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Grab a couple friends, start a couple riots 

Crash a couple- 

Gather all the bullies, crush them motherfuckers 

Odd future hooligans causing up a ruckus 

It's us, nigga 

I said it's us, nigga 

 

Bum bum bum bum bum 

Bum bum bum bum bum 

Bum. bum. bum. burumrumrumrum bum bum bum 

Bum bum bumbumbumbum, hehe 

We are the Sams, and we're dead its just four of us 

We come in peace we mean no harm and we're inglorious 

We took their heads but we just took back what they took from us 

I guess we lost ours 

 

Music had nothing to do with my final decision 

I just really wanted somebody to come pay me attention 

But nobody would listen, but stuffed animals that I had 

Since I was a kid but I'm growing up so they missin' 

I didn't mean to hurt anybody I'm sorry 

I wouldn't hurt a fly or consider joining the army 

I'm hardly ever angry, Roger Rabbit framed me 

Momma I'm the same fucking kid that you made see? 

I don't wanna go to jail I just wanna go home 

And I want those fucking kids at school to just leave me alone 

And I... I hear helicopters make them dip 

I'm fucking reloaded I told you all that I ain't takin shit 

You better backup before this Mac starts to lift up 

I'll pump it like my inhaler when asthma begin to act up 

The difference between us and our class is tan khakis 

I got 99 problems and all of them is being happy 

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