Sam
Tyler the Creator Lyrics

This life is a game, if you wanna play
Life is like a game, and if you're in it you have to be ready to play

Then count all your own mistakes
You have to be accountable for your own mistakes

Livin' it with no delay
Live in the moment without hesitation

So fast I'm getting growing pains
Life moves so quickly it's sometimes painful to keep up

Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
My father didn't teach me to follow my natural instincts and take risks

I go insane, all the problems come with my growing age, blowin' haze
I feel like I'm going crazy as I grow older and deal with more problems, so I smoke to relieve stress

Trying to clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain, I don't complain
I'm trying to overcome self-doubt and not complain about my problems

But the kid inside me's feeling so restrained, gotta stay golden
I still feel young at heart and free-spirited, but I have to maintain my optimism

Let desire rekindle the flame
I need to tap into my desires and reignite my passion

Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in my brain
I'm looking for a way to stay youthful and carefree in my mind

That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
That's a young and inexperienced boy playing the trumpet

Marchin' with the bandwagon
He's following the crowd without thinking for himself

Looking for his heart, no sleeve
He's trying to find his passion without showing vulnerability

But his hand carry muskets
He's armed and ready to fight for his beliefs

Working in the meadows, oblivion
He's working hard in an obscure and ignored place

Motherfuck Geppetto
He's angry at those who try to control him like Geppetto controlled Pinocchio

He's a leader, not a puppet
He wants to lead his own life and make his own choices

Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
Some teachers are crazy, and you're just as ridiculous as the Klumps

So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions
Don't judge or make assumptions without thinking first

They want a story, a story
People want to hear a good story

I write the shit that I find very amusing
I write what I find funny or interesting

'Cause all the other fuckin' stories are boring
I write my own stories because I find other ones boring

It's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's weird knowing that many young people look up to me

It's like I fathered these fuckers, so you will find me on Maury
It's like I'm the father figure for these kids, and they might even try to find me on a TV show like Maury

I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing
I still feel young at heart and have trouble growing up

But it will come from experience and shit I see touring
I'll learn and mature through my experiences and travels

I'm like a birdman, I'm soaring, really high
I feel free and like I'm flying when I'm successful

And I'm really horny, from watching this porn
I have sexual desires and watching porn makes me even more aroused

The bandwagon turned into caboose, so
The people who were following me have now fallen behind

So, don't let that little nigga trumpet lose sound
Don't let that young and inexperienced musician give up or lose his talent

Just let him play
Let him continue to pursue his passion for music

Where's Tyler?
Where is Tyler the Creator?

Shit ain't been the same since I found out
Things haven't been the same since I learned something

Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow
Hodgy Beats wrote music for Bow-Wow without credit

Now I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth fucker
Now I'm the controversial and vulgar musician

That your teenage kid, likes to bow down
That young people admire and look up to despite my controversial content

Riding around town in Seattle
Driving around the city of Seattle

With the same shotgun that Kurt used to "Click-Clack-Boom-Pow"
With the same gun that Kurt Cobain used to kill himself

Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
I still struggle with suicidal thoughts, but some people think I've moved past it

'Cause I got a fucking award in my own room now
People think I'm successful and have overcome my struggles because I have an award in my room

But I can flip shit like a couch pillow
I can change my attitude or behavior easily

And have my death silent like a loose vow
I could quietly die by suicide like a broken promise