[Intro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

You wouldn't do that, Tyler

Kill yourself or anyone

You don't— you don't even have the balls to begin with

What you need is me, someone to talk to

Uh, it's been a while since our last session, so

Tell me what's been going on

[Verse 1: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

I'm not a fucking role model (I know this)

I'm a nineteen year old fuckin' emotional coaster with pipe dreams

Since Kanye tweeted tellin' people he's bumpin' all of my shit

These motherfuckers think I'm supposed to live up to somethin'? Shit

I'm still jackin' off and proceeding my life careless

But getting more pussy 'cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris (As you should)

From Philly to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares

At skateparks and airports all in a year, it's weird

Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mindfucked (Yeah)

Now competition missin' like that nigga my mom fucked

He still hasn't called me yet (That's not your fault)

But that's a whole fuckin' different argument, shit, I got over it

And a couple bucks in my pocket

So now I could go buy a couple Hot Pockets

And Grandma could stop cookin' them nasty-ass collard greens

Pressure's on me like this top hat

Bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that?

[Interlude: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

Tyler, you'll top it, you'll top that, you're a very capable individual

Okay, you guys caught me

I'm not a fuckin' rapist or a serial killer, I lied

You know, you— you just want attention, you'll be fine

I try too hard, huh?

No, you don't

[Verse 2: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

Made a couple thou' and I just don't know what to buy yet

The 'preme shit is free and I don't drink, so fuck a wine set

Nigga, fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity

I'm fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity

"Oh, that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper

'Cause I'm too fuckin' ignorant to do some research?"

I'm the star of the group (Yeah)

So no one else gets the respect that they deserve 'cause of you ('Cause of you)

(Bastard was good though) What you think I record it for?

To have a bunch a critics call my shit a bunch of horrorcore?

Like I didn't make Parade or Inglorious

'Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really fuckin' feel?

Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off

In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off (I bet)

Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissin' waiver (Here)

Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

So um, ah, shit

Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothin', livin' out his dreams?

Why they gotta fuckin' hate?

I think everyone's happy, everyone's immature

Everyone loves you, Tyler, you have to believe that

I don't even skate anymore, I'm too fuckin' busy

I can barely kickflip now

Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time when you're at home?

What the fuck you mean I'm not talented? You see the shit that I've been doin'?

I have, I mean, you're a great person

I mean, I'm not that great of a rapper but as a whole, I'm pretty cool, right?

[Verse 3: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

People excited, thinkin' shit is so tight (For what?)

Getting co-signs from rappers that I don't even like

What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic?

And start Jackson him off until his cack blastin' off? (No)

Fuck that, (That's gay) These niggas ain't fuckin' with me

'Cause I don't listen to the Immortal of Tech-of-the-nique

And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' peak

On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week

I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T

And some Waka Flocka Flame instead (I love that shit) of that real hip hop

That's bull-of-the-sheet, but they want to critique

Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released

But they don't get it (They don't, it's not made for them)

'Cause it's not made for them

The nigga that's in the mirror rappin', it's made for him

But they do not have the mindset that's same as him

I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

It is, but Tyler, you're gonna have to cut down on that "faggot" word, that's very, that's a, that's a bad—

I'm not homophobic

I mean, I don't think you are, but—

Faggot

Alright, well, since the last time we—

The fuck is a good performance?

I get on stage and I have as much fun as I can

I mean, you, you, it seems like you have fun

But your Twitter posts, just, I mean, they're really random and it's ADD

Who doesn't have ADD? Well, I don't

I mean, sometimes you just say really outlandish things

And we just wanna know, what's the problem for this?

I wish Thebe was here

[Verse 4: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

Therapy's been sinnin' and niggas getting offended

They don't wanna fuck with me 'cause I do not fuck with religion (Why?)

You see, that's my decision, you fuckers don't have to listen

Here, put this middle finger in your ear (I'd rather not)

When someone gets blamed 'cause some white kid had aimed (What?)

His AK-47 at forty-seven kids, I don't wanna see my name mentioned

(I don't think anyone's going to men— I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you)

College wasn't workin' and I wasn't workin'

So I was at home jerkin' off until my dick was hurtin'

But I was determined to be great, so those classes could wait

'Cause the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shit (I mean, you, you—)

Now I'm livin' dreams that I wanted since eight

And can afford to get my mother somethin' on her birthday

(I mean, you've explained to me that you were in school, but, I mean, I, I—)

They claim the shit I say is just wrong

Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone

I'm just a teenager who admits he's suicide prone

My life is doin' pretty good, so that date is postponed for now

Wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen

And when she gives you lemons, nigga, throw 'em at pedestrians

(So, what are you saying, take advantage?

I mean, you've been doin' pretty good, I've seen that—)

I still live in my grandma's house

Sell out a fuckin' show in London just to end up on couches

I hate my fuckin' life, but when I make that announcement

My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then

And then I am confused if I want in or just out

My friends really think I'm playin' when I say I need counselin'

I sit in grandmother's livin' room and just pout

And shout loud inside, sometimes, I just wanna die (No, you don't)

Odd Future came from the bottom

And it's gon' take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em (I believe you)

All you fuckin' lames don't have to like me (Yeah)

The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fuckin' white tee

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

Woah, um, alright, uh, so you was tellin' me you went to New York