Inglorious lyrics

[Intro: Dr. TC]
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?

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck am I thinking?" (What?)
Birthdays, Christmas, my only f*cking 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 n*ggas with no father ain't gon' be sh*t (n*gga!)
Well I guess I had one, 'cause, n*gga, I'm it
You smell that? (Yeah!) That's the odor of success, b*tch

[Interlude: Tyler, the Creator]
I know I'm not the only bast*rd
In America
So I'm gon' to need some help, on this next part
Scream it with me, n*ggas
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator with Hodgy Beats]
(f*ck you) I'm good
(f*ck you) I graduated
(Without you) I'm good
(f*ck you) I'm good
(n*gga, eighteen) I'm good
(f*ck you) I'm good
(Got a car, n*gga) f*ck you
(Eat a di*k, n*gga) b*tch

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
'Cause I ain't know for who or what the f*ck to get
Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like
'Cause she's playin' both roles, like her occupation was dyke, f*cking right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon (Nope)
I look up to the Hugos and Dixons (Yup)
The n*ggas in the vision, rap about the sh*t they cooking in the kitchen
Pushing keys, like them n*ggas that were banging on them keys
My father never seen me, the n*gga 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 f*cking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you I'ma get out
The M-16 and let a f*cking clip out (RAH!)
'Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none
I don't give a f*ck either, like father, like son, I'm done
[Bridge: Hodgy Beats]
He ain't give a f*ck about me
He ain't give a f*ck about you
He ain't give a f*ck about we
So what the f*ck we gon' do?

[Hook: Tyler, the Creator with Hodgy Beats]
(f*ck you) I'm good
(f*ck you) I graduated
(Without you) I'm good
(f*ck you) I'm good
(n*gga, eighteen) I'm good
(f*ck you) I'm good
(Got a car, n*gga) f*ck you
(Eat a di*k, n*gga) b*tch

[Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator]
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 f*ck without them
How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed
Up, take it to the shop, then, what?
f*ck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic, thin f*ck
Luck on my brim, Sup-preme keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins, f*ck rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact that I'm black
And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frío
Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that I'm emo
She don't give a f*ck
D-low, where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
sh*t
No, no, f*ck that
f*ck that
I ain't deserve this
I'm over it
BANG!