Bastard
Tyler the Creator Lyrics


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Yo, yo fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Naw Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put a
Eighteen year old nigga making his own fucking beats
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. Tc, and um, I'm guessing
That your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehaving
Um, it's gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday
So, just tell me something about yourself
Well look, if, if you don't talk
I mean these sessions are going to go slower, slower

This is what the Devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fucking eat
My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers
Are much important I'm getting angrier while recording
I'm feeling like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Simple well probably not, fuck 'em

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up in the tampon, but keep the lamp on
'Cause this album pack enough evil




That you can't fit inside a Jansport
Go to school with this

I go from AP to JC inside of fucking week
Waking up with random girls like, "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet
Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes
By those that were slow as molasses
Take this shit to school

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger
She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
All be'cause she said no to homecoming, demons running
Inside my head it's telling me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares I caught
Go to sleep

I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
"Fuck me" the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either
A fucking sin or too illegal
Play this shit at church

I graduated without honors or fucking father
He died (I'm so sorry), no bitch, don't even fucking bother
I wanted a brother, my mother I told her
But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
That's having our brains racing like Dayton
Wearing some fucking Heelies

I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me
But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly
I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11, seven
What's religion? Nigga, I am Legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. 'cause I feel we're more talented
Than forty year old rappers talking 'bout Gucci
When they have kids they haven't seen in years
Impressing their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve 'em
Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad I'ma toss it eat this shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
'Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear
This shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit
My momma's all I have so it's never meet the parents
When Danielle or Milan decide to fucking share
This confused boy, I wanna hug, oy
I'm bad for your kids to listen to
Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say
Uh, I mean as I'm-, as I'm evaluating

My wrist is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
Well that's not her fucking name, but I think the shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing
But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen
'Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing
Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries
Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
Losers can never win me, you can never offend me
My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully mom'll attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email
So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail

Wow, umm
So Tyler if, uh
If you had the chance to tell him something
What would you tell him?

Overall Meaning

The song "Bastard" by Tyler The Creator/Mike G is a deep and introspective exploration of Tyler's psyche. The first verse of this song is an attack on music blogs that dismissed his work, calling their writers "fuck-nigga-ass blog[s]" who couldn't recognize the talent of an eighteen-year-old making his own beats. However, it's clear from the lyrics that Tyler is not completely confident in his abilities and feels like he needs to prove himself to these critics. This insecurity is further explored in the following verses where Tyler delves into his own issues with depression, suicidal thoughts, and the unresolved anger he feels towards his absent father.


Tyler's mental struggles are laid bare in the haunting line: "My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet / I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed." He feels that he is possessed by Satan himself and that he is being tormented by demons who continuously fill his head with evil thoughts. Tyler is also very critical of the education system, questioning its purpose and its impact on his life. Ultimately, Tyler seems to be grappling with a lot of complex emotions and traumatic experiences, and he uses his music as a platform to confront and process these issues.


Overall, "Bastard" is a deeply personal and poignant song that offers a glimpse into the mind of a young artist struggling to find his place in the world.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, yo fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Naw Right
I don't care for these blogs and their opinions.


And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put a
I don't respect blogs that can't appreciate my music.


Eighteen year old nigga making his own fucking beats
I am a young artist who makes my own music.


Covers, videos and all that shit
I am a multi-talented artist who creates more than just music.


Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
I don't like when people imitate other rappers or follow trends.


Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
I don't like hype beast culture and want to focus on my music.


Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. Tc, and um, I'm guessing
I am in a therapy session and meeting my therapist for the first time.


That your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehaving
I was sent here by my teacher for my behavior issues.


Um, it's gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday
I am scheduled for three therapy sessions.


So, just tell me something about yourself
My therapist wants to learn more about me.


This is what the Devil plays before he goes to sleep
My music is dark and disturbing.


Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fucking eat
My music contains harsh truths and encourages people to confront difficult topics.


My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet
My father passed away and I never got to know him.


I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed
I use music as an outlet for my depression and suicidal thoughts.


Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
My music contains dark themes and references to demonic possession.


This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son
I see myself as the son of Satan and embrace my dark side.


My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
My mother raised me alone, which had an impact on my upbringing.


That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers
I deeply care for my mother and don't care about other people's opinions.


Are much important I'm getting angrier while recording
I am passionate about my music and become angry while recording it.


I'm feeling like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves
My group, Odd Future, is like a pack of wolves, and I am our leader.


Odd Future is children that's fucked up in they mental
My group is made up of artistic and creative individuals with mental health issues.


I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me
I want people to relate to my music, and I struggle with suicidal thoughts.


Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries
I am still talking to imaginary friends even though I am 18 years old.


Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
I hope people recognize my talent like they did with Jimi Hendrix.


My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully mom'll attend the
I hope to win a Grammy and have my mother there to witness it.


Wow, umm
My therapist is taken aback by my honesty.


So Tyler if, uh
My therapist prompts me to share more.


If you had the chance to tell him something
My therapist asks me what I would say to my father.




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Written by: Tyler Okonma

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