Tyler, The Creator Nightmare lyrics

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 off, the Glock's cocked
My hand's shriveled, 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 fear
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems

I told her I'm her worst nightmare
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fear
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems

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
I know again 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

I told her I'm her worst nightmare
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fear
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems

I told her I'm her worst nightmare
This is hell, you don't ever gotta fight fear
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your daydreams, that's how death seems

Tyler, here's some water, man
You seem a little tense
How is ah, 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 should've 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 Poe-in' 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 and 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

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 his 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 fear
My spirit floats around in the night air
Or in your daydreams, 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
Nigga get off me

Calm down, man
Fuck off me man, fuck
What's got into you?

I don't , I don't know
It's, 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? Tron Cat