Inglorious
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โฑ๏ธ 4:04 duration
๐ ID: 723622
๐ Lyrics
Well, Tyler, uh
It's about that time
I mean, you're a good kid, just misguided
Okay, so is there anything else you wanna say before we end this?
My father died the day I came out of my mother's hole
And left a burden on my soul, until I was old enough
To understand that the fuckin' faggot didn't like me much
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... (Shake Junt)
Bring Your Pops to School Day, for twelve years, I cheated
Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring That Dude to Life day, he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the way there like, "The fuck am I thinking?" (What?)
Birthdays, Christmas, my only fucking wishlist
Was CDs (And a father) and a new fit
Instead, I got some CDs, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper 'cause I ain't get attention from my real pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail, but they don't know it's me
Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't gon' be shit (Nigga!)
Well I guess I had one, 'cause, nigga, I'm it
You smell that? (Yeah!) That's the odor of success, bitch
I know I'm not the only bastard
In America
So I'm gon' to need some help, on this next part
Scream it with me, niggas
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I graduated
(Without you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
(Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
'Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like
'Cause she's playin' both roles, like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon (Nope)
I look up to the Hugos and Dixons (Yup)
The niggas in the vision, rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys, like them niggas that were banging on them keys
My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums
Like that's gonna make up for the years and the tears
And the money that my mama spent on rent and clothes
You fucking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you I'ma get out
The M-16 and let a fucking clip out (RAH!)
'Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none
I don't give a fuck either, like father, like son, I'm done
He ain't give a fuck about me
He ain't give a fuck about you
He ain't give a fuck about we
So what the fuck we gon' do?
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I graduated
(Without you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
(Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
The cold is nice, and I'm not talking 'bout the weather
The skin is thick, no need for leather
Your father called, he said you're better without him
I'm not the only fuck without them
How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed
Up, take it to the shop, then, what?
Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic, thin fuck
Luck on my brim, Sup-preme keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact that I'm black
And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frรญo
Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that I'm emo
She don't give a fuck
D-low, where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero
Shit
No, no, fuck that
Fuck that
I ain't deserve this
I'm over it
BANG!
It's about that time
I mean, you're a good kid, just misguided
Okay, so is there anything else you wanna say before we end this?
My father died the day I came out of my mother's hole
And left a burden on my soul, until I was old enough
To understand that the fuckin' faggot didn't like me much
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... (Shake Junt)
Bring Your Pops to School Day, for twelve years, I cheated
Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring That Dude to Life day, he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the way there like, "The fuck am I thinking?" (What?)
Birthdays, Christmas, my only fucking wishlist
Was CDs (And a father) and a new fit
Instead, I got some CDs, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper 'cause I ain't get attention from my real pops
Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail, but they don't know it's me
Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't gon' be shit (Nigga!)
Well I guess I had one, 'cause, nigga, I'm it
You smell that? (Yeah!) That's the odor of success, bitch
I know I'm not the only bastard
In America
So I'm gon' to need some help, on this next part
Scream it with me, niggas
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I graduated
(Without you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
(Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
'Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like
'Cause she's playin' both roles, like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon (Nope)
I look up to the Hugos and Dixons (Yup)
The niggas in the vision, rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys, like them niggas that were banging on them keys
My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums
Like that's gonna make up for the years and the tears
And the money that my mama spent on rent and clothes
You fucking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you I'ma get out
The M-16 and let a fucking clip out (RAH!)
'Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none
I don't give a fuck either, like father, like son, I'm done
He ain't give a fuck about me
He ain't give a fuck about you
He ain't give a fuck about we
So what the fuck we gon' do?
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I graduated
(Without you) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
(Fuck you) I'm good
(Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
(Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
The cold is nice, and I'm not talking 'bout the weather
The skin is thick, no need for leather
Your father called, he said you're better without him
I'm not the only fuck without them
How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed
Up, take it to the shop, then, what?
Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic, thin fuck
Luck on my brim, Sup-preme keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact that I'm black
And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frรญo
Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that I'm emo
She don't give a fuck
D-low, where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero
Shit
No, no, fuck that
Fuck that
I ain't deserve this
I'm over it
BANG!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.08] Well, Tyler, uh
[00:02.85] It's about that time
[00:04.30] I mean, you're a good kid, just misguided
[00:08.92] Okay, so is there anything else you wanna say before we end this?
[00:13.17] My father died the day I came out of my mother's hole
[00:16.65] And left a burden on my soul, until I was old enough
[00:19.82] To understand that the fuckin' faggot didn't like me much
[00:23.26] He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... (Shake Junt)
[00:27.17] Bring Your Pops to School Day, for twelve years, I cheated
[00:29.79] Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
[00:32.99] Bring That Dude to Life day, he wasn't at the meeting
[00:36.04] Made a U-turn on the way there like, "The fuck am I thinking?" (What?)
[00:39.69] Birthdays, Christmas, my only fucking wishlist
[00:42.71] Was CDs (And a father) and a new fit
[00:45.46] Instead, I got some CDs, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socks
[00:49.36] I was hyper 'cause I ain't get attention from my real pops
[00:52.79] Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail, but they don't know it's me
[00:55.86] Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't gon' be shit (Nigga!)
[01:00.10] Well I guess I had one, 'cause, nigga, I'm it
[01:02.61] You smell that? (Yeah!) That's the odor of success, bitch
[01:06.98] I know I'm not the only bastard
[01:10.64] In America
[01:13.03] So I'm gon' to need some help, on this next part
[01:17.44] Scream it with me, niggas
[01:18.82] (Fuck you) I'm good
[01:20.44] (Fuck you) I graduated
[01:21.89] (Without you) I'm good
[01:23.43] (Fuck you) I'm good
[01:25.18] (Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
[01:26.82] (Fuck you) I'm good
[01:28.42] (Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
[01:30.13] (Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
[01:32.07] Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
[01:35.39] 'Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
[01:38.20] Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like
[01:41.32] 'Cause she's playin' both roles, like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
[01:45.40] I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon (Nope)
[01:48.72] I look up to the Hugos and Dixons (Yup)
[01:51.02] The niggas in the vision, rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
[01:54.88] Pushing keys, like them niggas that were banging on them keys
[01:58.52] My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
[02:01.66] He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums
[02:04.18] Like that's gonna make up for the years and the tears
[02:07.07] And the money that my mama spent on rent and clothes
[02:10.60] You fucking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you I'ma get out
[02:14.74] The M-16 and let a fucking clip out (RAH!)
[02:17.69] 'Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none
[02:21.23] I don't give a fuck either, like father, like son, I'm done
[02:26.35] He ain't give a fuck about me
[02:29.23] He ain't give a fuck about you
[02:32.93] He ain't give a fuck about we
[02:35.83] So what the fuck we gon' do?
[02:37.54] (Fuck you) I'm good
[02:39.15] (Fuck you) I graduated
[02:40.82] (Without you) I'm good
[02:42.41] (Fuck you) I'm good
[02:44.13] (Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
[02:45.69] (Fuck you) I'm good
[02:47.46] (Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
[02:49.38] (Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
[02:51.77] The cold is nice, and I'm not talking 'bout the weather
[02:54.25] The skin is thick, no need for leather
[02:56.33] Your father called, he said you're better without him
[02:59.05] I'm not the only fuck without them
[03:01.49] How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed
[03:04.18] Up, take it to the shop, then, what?
[03:06.71] Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic, thin fuck
[03:09.96] Luck on my brim, Sup-preme keeps me warm
[03:12.88] When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
[03:17.12] The bummer is the fact that I'm black
[03:19.34] And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frรญo
[03:22.78] Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that I'm emo
[03:26.19] She don't give a fuck
[03:27.42] D-low, where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero
[03:31.88] Shit
[03:34.37] No, no, fuck that
[03:37.81] Fuck that
[03:39.49] I ain't deserve this
[03:42.93] I'm over it
[03:56.51] BANG!
[04:04.10]
[00:02.85] It's about that time
[00:04.30] I mean, you're a good kid, just misguided
[00:08.92] Okay, so is there anything else you wanna say before we end this?
[00:13.17] My father died the day I came out of my mother's hole
[00:16.65] And left a burden on my soul, until I was old enough
[00:19.82] To understand that the fuckin' faggot didn't like me much
[00:23.26] He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... (Shake Junt)
[00:27.17] Bring Your Pops to School Day, for twelve years, I cheated
[00:29.79] Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
[00:32.99] Bring That Dude to Life day, he wasn't at the meeting
[00:36.04] Made a U-turn on the way there like, "The fuck am I thinking?" (What?)
[00:39.69] Birthdays, Christmas, my only fucking wishlist
[00:42.71] Was CDs (And a father) and a new fit
[00:45.46] Instead, I got some CDs, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socks
[00:49.36] I was hyper 'cause I ain't get attention from my real pops
[00:52.79] Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail, but they don't know it's me
[00:55.86] Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't gon' be shit (Nigga!)
[01:00.10] Well I guess I had one, 'cause, nigga, I'm it
[01:02.61] You smell that? (Yeah!) That's the odor of success, bitch
[01:06.98] I know I'm not the only bastard
[01:10.64] In America
[01:13.03] So I'm gon' to need some help, on this next part
[01:17.44] Scream it with me, niggas
[01:18.82] (Fuck you) I'm good
[01:20.44] (Fuck you) I graduated
[01:21.89] (Without you) I'm good
[01:23.43] (Fuck you) I'm good
[01:25.18] (Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
[01:26.82] (Fuck you) I'm good
[01:28.42] (Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
[01:30.13] (Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
[01:32.07] Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
[01:35.39] 'Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
[01:38.20] Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like
[01:41.32] 'Cause she's playin' both roles, like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
[01:45.40] I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon (Nope)
[01:48.72] I look up to the Hugos and Dixons (Yup)
[01:51.02] The niggas in the vision, rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
[01:54.88] Pushing keys, like them niggas that were banging on them keys
[01:58.52] My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
[02:01.66] He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums
[02:04.18] Like that's gonna make up for the years and the tears
[02:07.07] And the money that my mama spent on rent and clothes
[02:10.60] You fucking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you I'ma get out
[02:14.74] The M-16 and let a fucking clip out (RAH!)
[02:17.69] 'Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none
[02:21.23] I don't give a fuck either, like father, like son, I'm done
[02:26.35] He ain't give a fuck about me
[02:29.23] He ain't give a fuck about you
[02:32.93] He ain't give a fuck about we
[02:35.83] So what the fuck we gon' do?
[02:37.54] (Fuck you) I'm good
[02:39.15] (Fuck you) I graduated
[02:40.82] (Without you) I'm good
[02:42.41] (Fuck you) I'm good
[02:44.13] (Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
[02:45.69] (Fuck you) I'm good
[02:47.46] (Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
[02:49.38] (Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
[02:51.77] The cold is nice, and I'm not talking 'bout the weather
[02:54.25] The skin is thick, no need for leather
[02:56.33] Your father called, he said you're better without him
[02:59.05] I'm not the only fuck without them
[03:01.49] How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed
[03:04.18] Up, take it to the shop, then, what?
[03:06.71] Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic, thin fuck
[03:09.96] Luck on my brim, Sup-preme keeps me warm
[03:12.88] When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
[03:17.12] The bummer is the fact that I'm black
[03:19.34] And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frรญo
[03:22.78] Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that I'm emo
[03:26.19] She don't give a fuck
[03:27.42] D-low, where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero
[03:31.88] Shit
[03:34.37] No, no, fuck that
[03:37.81] Fuck that
[03:39.49] I ain't deserve this
[03:42.93] I'm over it
[03:56.51] BANG!
[04:04.10]