Fuck it
Tyler The Creator Lyrics
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So when them niggas start talkin' reckless, I get offended
I get it, they try to keep a image, but look a little closer
At the pictures and you see that they chameleons
How you doin'?
You in the motherfucking building?
Nigga, I'm an architect, got another crane and I don't know if I'mma park it yet
You ain't even start one yet, fuck off my property
Tell Australia I'm sneaking in with a mic in my damn hand
Instead of the vegetables that I packed in my backpack
When Marshall had this problem, what the fuck was they telling him?
Is it cause of status or his melanin lacks black? Huh?
I think people love to be mad
How can I be misogynist? I love titties and ass
How can I be homophobic when my boyfriend's a fag?
And we been hiding in the closet like our passion is fashion
Still trying to come out
Couldn't deal with niggas who decide to take the fun out
Probably cause I like to in places where the suns out
So comparing niggas lights is a motherfucking bum out
Thought y'all nudist, but y'all clothes
I was 'bout to tee off and putt-putt till the end
Now it's Anti-Golf Boys cause I don't fuck with my friends
Worse thing they gave me was an opportunity and a pen
Freedom of speech? My freedom was breached
Border Patrol put me on streets immediately
For shit I said when I was a virgin, repeatedly
Posting on Hypebeast cause nobody would listen to me
My child is product of me, very honest
Left of center, very different, they didn't want us
They didn't get us, didn't fit enough for their standards
Diverse and loud, so they ignore us
You put your life in a child that everybody hates
Now everybody hates papa despite that papa's great
But that's your favorite child boy that's your favorite one
(Kids?) Nope, I'm talking 'bout that Cherry Bomb
I don't think they hear it, I was fearing deteriorating
Almost ate my spirit til the children cheered along
Watching them sing the songs
Eyeballs inspired from Pilot to 2Seater, I couldn't steer them wrong
That's why I rode the Mclaren, couldn't stop at the Bimmer
"Tyler losing himself, and that nigga turned to a diva
Nigga preaching and smiling, nigga wilden' and breathing
Tryna inspire all the little niggas that wanna be him
But fuck that!, We want
Cats cats daddy problems
Kickflip fuck fuck, cupcakes buttrape
Golf Wang, daddy problems fag fag dad dad
Bike lake everything that I hate, plus being sad"
Y'all can cry about your year's top rap new albums
Golf did a quarter million in about two hours
Money money ain't the motive, but it is up for discussion
Niggas frontin' niggas wish that they could fuck with my production
Saying you the plug, get your chords up
I was writing string sections on my tour bus
They adore me, my little birds
Be free flap your wings, I encourage it
I wish I had fucking Xanex problem
So y'all talk about how I deep I am
Man-child in the flesh bitch I'm Peter Pan
You captain teir hook muthafuckas won't ever be the man
I got a muthafucking vision I don't see your plans
So shut your muthafucking mouth when I be speaking man
Cause T the only sober nigga that be tweaking fam
I don't like rapping like that
In Tyler, the Creator's song "Fuck it," he begins by addressing those who talk recklessly and present a false image of themselves. He critiques them as chameleons, who change their colors and personas to fit in. Tyler asserts his own confidence and talent, referring to himself as an architect and emphasizing that he has more to bring to the table. He dismisses those who have not even started their own projects and tells them to stay off his property.
Tyler then raises questions about double standards and societal judgment. He challenges the notion that he is a misogynist or homophobic by highlighting his appreciation for women's bodies and expressing that his boyfriend is gay. Despite societal pressures, he admits to having hidden his true self because of the fear of backlash or being judged as different. Tyler touches on his own experiences and frustrations of being misunderstood, specially in relation to race and his provocative lyrics that were misconstrued when he first started. Feeling unheard, he turned to music communities like Hypebeast for validation and a sense of belonging.
The artist reveals his vulnerable side and explores themes of fatherhood and the challenges of being a misunderstood parent figure. He reflects on the criticism he faces as a father, juxtaposed with his artistic persona. Tyler acknowledges that despite being disliked by many, his album "Cherry Bomb" is his favorite creation and expression of himself. He is grateful for the support he receives from his fans, particularly the children who sing along to his songs, validating and inspiring him.
Tyler then turns his attention to those who criticize and doubt his talent and success. He boasts about the incredible sales of his album, disregarding money as his primary motivation but acknowledging its importance. He also highlights his musical prowess, describing how he writes string sections while on tour. He encourages his fans, his "little birds," to be free and embrace their own passions.
In the latter part of the lyrics, Tyler dismisses critics who try to undermine him. He sarcastically wishes he had a Xanax addiction, insinuating that critics expect him to be troubled in some way for his deep and introspective lyrics. He refers to himself as a man-child in the flesh, comparing himself to the character Peter Pan, who never wanted to grow up. He asserts his vision and disregards the plans others may have for him, declaring himself the only sober person who truly understands what he is trying to convey through his music. He concludes the song by telling others to keep their mouths shut when he speaks, reinforcing his confidence and belief in his own artistic voice.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Tyler Gregory Okonma
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