Sam (Is Dead) - Odd Future Written by：Tyler Okonma/D. Cole
This life is a game if you wanna play counting all your old mistakes Living it with no delay so fast I'm getting growing pains Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane I go insane all these problems comin' with my growing age Blowing haze tryna clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain I don't complain but the kid inside me's feeling so restrained Gotta stay gold and let desire rekindle the flame Searching for the fountain of youth when I'm freein' my brain Bring in the horns you hear that f**king brass
That's little boy n**ga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon looking for his heart No sleeve but his hand carry muskets
Lurking in the meadows oblivion Motherf**k geppetto he's a leader not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than klump's dick So think before you blink and aye aye make assumptions N**gas Your left your left your left right left N**gas is coming
Your left your left your left right left
N**gas Your left your left your left right left N**gas is coming
Your left your left your left right left
They want a story a story I write the sh*t that I find Very amusing cause all of they f**king stories are boring It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me It's like I fathered these f**kers so you won't find me on maury I'm still a kid in my heart so I have a problem maturing But it will come from experiences and sh*t I see touring I'm like a bird when I'm soaring really high And I'm really horny from watching this porn nope but Bring in the horns you hear that f**king brass
That's little boy n**ga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon looking for his heart No sleeve but his hand carry muskets
Lurking in the meadows oblivion Motherf**k geppetto he's a leader not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than klump's dick So think before you blink and aye aye make assumptions N**gas
Your left your left your left right left N**gas is coming
Your left your left your left right left
N**gas
Your left your left your left right left N**gas is coming Your left your left your left right left
Five four three two and where's Tyler
Bottom of the countdown sh*t ain't been the same Since I found out hodgy beats ghost wrote for bow wow Now I'm the loud shock value style foul mouth f**ker That your teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding around town in Seattle With the same shotgun that Kurt used to click clack boom pow Still suicidal but some assume that I'm cool now Cause I got a f**king award and my own room now
Nope but I can flip sh*t like a couch pillow And have my death silent like a loose vowel The bandwagon turned into caboose so So don't let that little n**ga trumpet lose sound just let him play
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Some professors nuttier than klump's dick So think before you blink and aye aye make assumptions N**gas
