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Tyler The Creator - Radicals Lyrics

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Tyler The Creator - Radicals Lyrics




[Verse 1:]
What the f*ck I look like sayin' I'm sorry
To a bunch of f*ckin' fags like they potentially owe me?
I ain't never gonna bow to your expectation
By the way, I got sixty f*ckin' Wolves that'll guard me
They skate hard brash black hoodies, try somethin'
Make sure your f*ckin' feelings end up up in a black bag
F*ck all your opinions and tie 'em up in a shoestring
And f*ck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

[Hook:]
Kill people, burn shit, f*ck school
I'm f*ckin' radical, nigga
I'm f*ckin' radical, I'm motha f*ckin radical.
I'm f*ckin' radical, nigga
I'm f*ckin' radical, I'm motha f*ckin radical.

[Verse 2:]
F*ck cops, I'm a f*ckin' rock star
Rebel and defiance makes my muthaf*ckin' cock hard
F*ck pigs f*ck guard they all so f*ckin' retard
F*ck school, I'm a f*ck up, f*ck harvard
I ain't got no f*ckin' money, hey mom
I ain't got no muthaf*ckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit
Child support ain't come that faggot still ain't bought me anything
F*ck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

[Hook]
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[Verse 1:]
What the f*ck I look like sayin' I'm sorry
To a bunch of f*ckin' fags like they potentially owe me?
I ain't never gonna bow to your expectation
By the way, I got sixty f*ckin' Wolves that'll guard me
They skate hard brash black hoodies, try somethin'
Make sure your f*ckin' feelings end up up in a black bag
F*ck all your opinions and tie 'em up in a shoestring
And f*ck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

[Hook:]
Kill people, burn shit, f*ck school
I'm f*ckin' radical, nigga
I'm f*ckin' radical, I'm motha f*ckin radical.
I'm f*ckin' radical, nigga
I'm f*ckin' radical, I'm motha f*ckin radical.

[Verse 2:]
F*ck cops, I'm a f*ckin' rock star
Rebel and defiance makes my muthaf*ckin' cock hard
F*ck pigs f*ck guard they all so f*ckin' retard
F*ck school, I'm a f*ck up, f*ck harvard
I ain't got no f*ckin' money, hey mom
I ain't got no muthaf*ckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit
Child support ain't come that faggot still ain't bought me anything
F*ck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

[Hook]
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Writer: TYLER OKONMA
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