Seven chords and lyrics - TYLER, THE CREATOR

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[Verse 1]
[F]I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker
than Mexicans sprint over borders
I give a fuck like a quarter with twenty [E]cent
At [F]Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxing
at Happy Camper
It's the fucking financial aid at [E]Hamptons wasn't relaxing,
I'm tax[F]ing
"Fuck 'em all!" What I'm chanting,
don't complain I'm just ranting
Fuck ranking, I'm the [E]best,
I'm the [F]champion's chariot
I'm a liar like Carrey in Liar, Liar
I'm dirtier than the sheets in the Marriott,
cable [F#]guy like L[E]arry
Peter Pan in my youth, [F]fucking fairies
I'm using my tooth [Em]bait to get
[F]that bitches' teeth paste
Fuck it, odd future some Nazis,
black Nazis don't [Em]copy
We [E]perfect, [Em]you sloppy,
hotter [F]than Saki [E]Takei
Fuck a label on my [Am]jacket,
[F]screw you like a [E]ratchet
Screw you like a black teen [F]on Judge
[E]Hatchett (bitch)
Hang with thrashers and [F]jackers
Drug dealers and [Em]crackers,
[E]ap students and slackers
[F]I'm backwards like
Jermaine Dupri in '93
Escaping from concentration camps with
a fucking girl [E]board and a ramp
That I [F]ordered from CCS with some diamonds
that's VVS
Like I went [Am]to Sierra [F]Leone in a homecoming dress,
bitch (yeah)
With some matching pink panties,
lipstick from my granny
Sup on my hat like that
[E]motherfucker friendly
[F]White, red- headed bitch
reminded me of Annie
She dino like my state of mind,
[E]so yeah she understand me (yup)
Fuck You Bunch is here,
never [F]disrespect my [E]family
[F]That's for my little [Em]brother, sister,
[F]cousin and my auntie
Wasted [E]fucking youth? All
you old niggas antiques
We go skate,
rape sluts an[F]d eat donuts [E]from Randy
Bitches like Tia Landry [F]watching
Billy and Mandy
[Em]Motherfucker[E]s wanna be
odd but you [F]can't be
[E]Sit the fuck down all you [F]old niggas stand [E]me,
[F]faggot (ay)
I guess I got to be a fucking hand- me- down rapper

[Verse 2]
[F]From
Los Angee area any[E]time
I'm fucking landing
[F]Fuck 2DopeBoyz and NahRight, shout
out to hype track
Them motherfuckers could
never get [F#]rid of me
[F]Guess I gotta do a fucking
song with Dom Kennedy
Get these fucking hip hop
[E]bloggers to start feeling me
Be[F]cause I'm seventeen,
compose my own beats
Lyrically I'm dope enough to ass-
fuck the [E]dude who made [F#]nicotine
[F]Maybe I should buy some hundreds,
wear some fucking skinny jeans
And follow in your [E]footsteps like
a motherfucking [Em]millipede
[E]Centipede, make songs [F]about
Gucci and [E]ciggaweed
Jerk with my freshmen like it's
some motherfucking little league
No, I'm not no fucking hipster, [F]mister
No, I'm not no [E]fucking Kid Cudi, all my
fucking fans [F]love me
[E]Collaboration [Em]hits for fans [F]screaming fuck buddies,
yo, yo (OF)

[Verse 3]
I'm driving in a stolen truck and I'm probably fucking drunk
[F]
Wasted as fuck, can't [E]walk it out,
[F]DJ Unk (Unk)
My nose is filled with coke and
my license is revoked
(Shut the fuck up)
Who the fuck told me not to
spoke? [F](Me)
Fuck everybody here,
everybody vanished, I'm managed
Hop off my dick and [E]make
a fucking sandwich
[F]Everybody listening can
suck my dick in Spanish
[F]Fuc[E]k you (sh[F]it), faggot[E]
[F](fu[E]ckingbastar[Em]d)
[F]Yeah, um,

[Verse 4]
[Em]as y[F]ou can probably
[E]tell from listening to this record
I [F]was, I was probably [E]angry,
probably on my period
[F]But um,[E] I didn't mea[G]n to offend any[Eb]one,
alright, I'm lying, [F]OF

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