Sam (Is Dead) [feat. Domo Genesis & Tyler, The Creator]
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๐ Lyrics
Fuck Steve Harvey
This life is a game if you wanna play, countin' all your old mistakes
Livin' it with no delay, so fast I'm gettin' growin' pains
Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go insane, all these problems comin' with my growin' age
Blowin' haze, tryna clear the doubt that's sittin' on my brain
I don't complain, but the kid inside me's feelin' so restrained
Gotta stay gold and let desire rekindle the flame
Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth when I'm freein' my brain
Bring in the horns, you hear that fuckin' brass?
That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon, lookin' for his heart
No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets
Lurkin' in the meadows, oblivion
Motherfuck Geppetto, he's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
So think before you blink and ayy-ayy make assumptions
(Niggas) your left, your left, right left
(Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
(Niggas) your left, your left, your left, right left
(Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
They want a story, a story I write the shit that I find
Very amusin', 'cause all of they fuckin' stories are borin'
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I fathered these fuckers, so you won't find me on Maury
I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturin'
But it will come from experiences and shit I see tourin'
I'm like a bird when I'm soarin', really high
And I'm really horny, from watchin' this porn, nope, but
Bring in the horns, you hear that fuckin' brass?
That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon, lookin' for his heart
No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets
Lurkin' in the meadows, oblivion
Motherfuck Geppetto, he's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
So think before you blink and ayy-ayy make assumptions
(Niggas) your left (okay), your left, right left
(Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
(Niggas) your left, your left, your left, right left
(Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
Five, four, three, two, and where's Tyler?
Bottom of the countdown, shit ain't been the same
Since I found out Hodgy Beats ghost-wrote for Bow Wow
Now I'm the loud, shock value style, foul-mouth fucker
That your teenage kid likes to bow down
Ridin' around town in Seattle
With the same shotgun that Kurt used to click-clack, boom-pow
Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
'Cause I got a fuckin' award and my own room now
Nope, but I can flip shit like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vowel
Um, the bandwagon turned into caboose, so
So, don't let that little nigga trumpet lose sound
Just let him play
This life is a game if you wanna play, countin' all your old mistakes
Livin' it with no delay, so fast I'm gettin' growin' pains
Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go insane, all these problems comin' with my growin' age
Blowin' haze, tryna clear the doubt that's sittin' on my brain
I don't complain, but the kid inside me's feelin' so restrained
Gotta stay gold and let desire rekindle the flame
Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth when I'm freein' my brain
Bring in the horns, you hear that fuckin' brass?
That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon, lookin' for his heart
No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets
Lurkin' in the meadows, oblivion
Motherfuck Geppetto, he's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
So think before you blink and ayy-ayy make assumptions
(Niggas) your left, your left, right left
(Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
(Niggas) your left, your left, your left, right left
(Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
They want a story, a story I write the shit that I find
Very amusin', 'cause all of they fuckin' stories are borin'
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I fathered these fuckers, so you won't find me on Maury
I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturin'
But it will come from experiences and shit I see tourin'
I'm like a bird when I'm soarin', really high
And I'm really horny, from watchin' this porn, nope, but
Bring in the horns, you hear that fuckin' brass?
That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon, lookin' for his heart
No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets
Lurkin' in the meadows, oblivion
Motherfuck Geppetto, he's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
So think before you blink and ayy-ayy make assumptions
(Niggas) your left (okay), your left, right left
(Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
(Niggas) your left, your left, your left, right left
(Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
Five, four, three, two, and where's Tyler?
Bottom of the countdown, shit ain't been the same
Since I found out Hodgy Beats ghost-wrote for Bow Wow
Now I'm the loud, shock value style, foul-mouth fucker
That your teenage kid likes to bow down
Ridin' around town in Seattle
With the same shotgun that Kurt used to click-clack, boom-pow
Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
'Cause I got a fuckin' award and my own room now
Nope, but I can flip shit like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vowel
Um, the bandwagon turned into caboose, so
So, don't let that little nigga trumpet lose sound
Just let him play
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.02] Fuck Steve Harvey
[00:02.37]
[00:10.70] This life is a game if you wanna play, countin' all your old mistakes
[00:14.82] Livin' it with no delay, so fast I'm gettin' growin' pains
[00:17.73] Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
[00:20.67] I go insane, all these problems comin' with my growin' age
[00:23.55] Blowin' haze, tryna clear the doubt that's sittin' on my brain
[00:26.42] I don't complain, but the kid inside me's feelin' so restrained
[00:29.32] Gotta stay gold and let desire rekindle the flame
[00:32.19] Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth when I'm freein' my brain
[00:34.69] Bring in the horns, you hear that fuckin' brass?
[00:38.51] That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
[00:42.13] Marchin' with the bandwagon, lookin' for his heart
[00:44.77] No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets
[00:47.47] Lurkin' in the meadows, oblivion
[00:49.79] Motherfuck Geppetto, he's a leader, not a puppet
[00:52.92] Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
[00:55.89] So think before you blink and ayy-ayy make assumptions
[00:58.29] (Niggas) your left, your left, right left
[01:04.07] (Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
[01:09.83] (Niggas) your left, your left, your left, right left
[01:14.63] (Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
[01:21.45] They want a story, a story I write the shit that I find
[01:24.58] Very amusin', 'cause all of they fuckin' stories are borin'
[01:27.55] It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
[01:30.49] It's like I fathered these fuckers, so you won't find me on Maury
[01:33.58] I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturin'
[01:36.14] But it will come from experiences and shit I see tourin'
[01:39.07] I'm like a bird when I'm soarin', really high
[01:41.70] And I'm really horny, from watchin' this porn, nope, but
[01:44.87] Bring in the horns, you hear that fuckin' brass?
[01:48.58] That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
[01:51.91] Marchin' with the bandwagon, lookin' for his heart
[01:54.87] No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets
[01:57.70] Lurkin' in the meadows, oblivion
[02:00.06] Motherfuck Geppetto, he's a leader, not a puppet
[02:02.94] Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
[02:05.66] So think before you blink and ayy-ayy make assumptions
[02:08.88] (Niggas) your left (okay), your left, right left
[02:14.28] (Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
[02:20.15] (Niggas) your left, your left, your left, right left
[02:24.98] (Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
[02:31.48] Five, four, three, two, and where's Tyler?
[02:44.08] Bottom of the countdown, shit ain't been the same
[02:46.44] Since I found out Hodgy Beats ghost-wrote for Bow Wow
[02:49.83] Now I'm the loud, shock value style, foul-mouth fucker
[02:53.28] That your teenage kid likes to bow down
[02:55.87] Ridin' around town in Seattle
[02:57.92] With the same shotgun that Kurt used to click-clack, boom-pow
[03:01.38] Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
[03:04.23] 'Cause I got a fuckin' award and my own room now
[03:07.46] Nope, but I can flip shit like a couch pillow
[03:10.21] And have my death silent like a loose vowel
[03:13.47] Um, the bandwagon turned into caboose, so
[03:16.23] So, don't let that little nigga trumpet lose sound
[03:19.66] Just let him play
[03:20.65]
[00:02.37]
[00:10.70] This life is a game if you wanna play, countin' all your old mistakes
[00:14.82] Livin' it with no delay, so fast I'm gettin' growin' pains
[00:17.73] Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
[00:20.67] I go insane, all these problems comin' with my growin' age
[00:23.55] Blowin' haze, tryna clear the doubt that's sittin' on my brain
[00:26.42] I don't complain, but the kid inside me's feelin' so restrained
[00:29.32] Gotta stay gold and let desire rekindle the flame
[00:32.19] Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth when I'm freein' my brain
[00:34.69] Bring in the horns, you hear that fuckin' brass?
[00:38.51] That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
[00:42.13] Marchin' with the bandwagon, lookin' for his heart
[00:44.77] No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets
[00:47.47] Lurkin' in the meadows, oblivion
[00:49.79] Motherfuck Geppetto, he's a leader, not a puppet
[00:52.92] Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
[00:55.89] So think before you blink and ayy-ayy make assumptions
[00:58.29] (Niggas) your left, your left, right left
[01:04.07] (Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
[01:09.83] (Niggas) your left, your left, your left, right left
[01:14.63] (Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
[01:21.45] They want a story, a story I write the shit that I find
[01:24.58] Very amusin', 'cause all of they fuckin' stories are borin'
[01:27.55] It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
[01:30.49] It's like I fathered these fuckers, so you won't find me on Maury
[01:33.58] I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturin'
[01:36.14] But it will come from experiences and shit I see tourin'
[01:39.07] I'm like a bird when I'm soarin', really high
[01:41.70] And I'm really horny, from watchin' this porn, nope, but
[01:44.87] Bring in the horns, you hear that fuckin' brass?
[01:48.58] That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
[01:51.91] Marchin' with the bandwagon, lookin' for his heart
[01:54.87] No sleeve, but his hand carry muskets
[01:57.70] Lurkin' in the meadows, oblivion
[02:00.06] Motherfuck Geppetto, he's a leader, not a puppet
[02:02.94] Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
[02:05.66] So think before you blink and ayy-ayy make assumptions
[02:08.88] (Niggas) your left (okay), your left, right left
[02:14.28] (Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
[02:20.15] (Niggas) your left, your left, your left, right left
[02:24.98] (Niggas is comin') your left, your left, your left, right left
[02:31.48] Five, four, three, two, and where's Tyler?
[02:44.08] Bottom of the countdown, shit ain't been the same
[02:46.44] Since I found out Hodgy Beats ghost-wrote for Bow Wow
[02:49.83] Now I'm the loud, shock value style, foul-mouth fucker
[02:53.28] That your teenage kid likes to bow down
[02:55.87] Ridin' around town in Seattle
[02:57.92] With the same shotgun that Kurt used to click-clack, boom-pow
[03:01.38] Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
[03:04.23] 'Cause I got a fuckin' award and my own room now
[03:07.46] Nope, but I can flip shit like a couch pillow
[03:10.21] And have my death silent like a loose vowel
[03:13.47] Um, the bandwagon turned into caboose, so
[03:16.23] So, don't let that little nigga trumpet lose sound
[03:19.66] Just let him play
[03:20.65]