Hungmyselfforfictionalreasons lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[verse]
Uh, uh
Hung myself for fictional reasons
The summer seasons
f*ck the preaching
Oh my god, it makes no goddam sense-
When im back in this
Im bagging this
No robbery oh pardon me
Hitting retarded flows
Like what got in me? huh yeah-

Blasphemy attack
When i pack a blade in the back
Fully gothic and black-
For the disguise of no blood
Im in that point in my life-
Where the red fall wanted a bite
Despite all of that

Ima f*cking legend
No egotistical peasant
Here's yo f*cking present
Go kill yourself lessons
The second present is a revolver-
And involves the end
Maybe Russian roulette
The pus*y loosed off
I geuss
He wanted to be dead
Didn't show a f*cking tear
Uhh

Im dangerous and ominous
Im dangerous and ominous
Im dangerous and ominous
Im dangerous and ominous

Im dangerous and ominous
Im dangerous and ominous
Im dangerous and ominous
Im dangerous and ominous
Yeah, ay ay
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