[Intro: Dr. TC]

Tyler, you obviously have some fucking problems

And, this is, this—, this is the end of this session

Let's—, anything else you've gotta say?

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

Mom is getting jealous, I see my manager more than I see her

Before I go on tour, and it hurts (Yeah)

I miss the days when this was fun, but now, it turned into work

And getting legal, so I gotta watch the shit that I blurt out (As you should, that shit's outrageous)

My friends are turning into opposites

Because my life is turning into opposite of sloppy wrist

And all the bitches who forgot about me want to ride my dick

Harder than the white kids who copy shit

Ending it is all I fucking think about, that's the shit I think about

All alone, bawling 'til my mo'fuckin' eyes bleed

See, he's a leader in person and smile, shit gets dis-gur-sting

When there's no person around, talking discussion shit, man, fuck (I'm here to talk to you)

I'm putting myself at a distance

For instance, my best friend is now my fucking assistant (Who, Travis?)

Niggas saying "Free Earl" without even knowin' him

See, they're missing a new album; I'm missing my only friend

[Interlude 1: Dr. TC & Tyler, The Creator]

You have everyone around you

You have thirty meetings a day

I don't see what it is

I mean, you— you act like you don't have anyone to talk to

I'm here for you. I'm your friend

When I say, "Odd," y'all say "Future"

Odd... Uh-uh, nah, that shit's corny as fuck

Fuck

You're doin' good, you have a cult following

You're— "Yonkers"...

To these white kids?

Oh, my gosh

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

Charbroiled nigga on these dark beats

Nauseous with the Nazi, but it's normal what the cops see

Awesome at his concert, but he never had a pop, see

Mommy was a living single queen, with a La-ti'

So while my wallets piling with symbolic-colored paper

I lace her, 'cause she gave me a lot at such a young age

Twenty, why didn't she get that abortion?

Probably 'cause that motherfucking embryo was morphing

Into a Grammy-winning, schizophrenic fucking orphan

Oops, I mean "Bastard" (Yeah), skinny-ass disaster

Mom works hard, still working on her master's

Son lies about taking classes at community college

Just to record some bullshit he calls Bastard (Yeah?)

Start a fucking cult, clash his talents in a brash way

Before he even had a mustache and cash

And all I got was a fucking shitty article in Thrasher

[Interlude 2: Dr. TC & Tyler, The Creator]

All right, just calm down

That ain't shit, man

Now, don't— don't— don't make yourself feel guilty

That— That article was great

No, fuck that, nigga

You're beating yourself up, and you're living the fucking life right now, kid

When I was your age, I would have loved to be fucking doing the things that you're doing right now

Fuck that, fuck all this shit

You—, you—, you act like I'm not here

You're not

I'm exactly who you're supposed to be talking to

You don't fucking help me with shit

You don't help me with shit, fuck

Yeah, you get, that—, that—, who wouldn't do that?

Fuck you, fuck, you

Who wouldn't—, who wouldn't shoot their friend?

Old fucking fuck

That's fine, it's not your fault

I killed my fucking friends, fuck (We're gonna need security in here, and, uh)

Fuck, I didn't fucking sign up for this shit (Gonna need something to calm him down)

I'm— I'm not fucking crazy— I'm a fucking table

I'm a fucking table (Yes, come quick, he's losing it)

No, fuck this shit

Tyler, calm down

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

I'ma grab the Nina (No) and find a nice arena

'Cause I can't even choose between Ortega or Suprema (Get security in here)

And I'm not even human, I'm a body-shaped demon

With some semen in my sack, and some problems in the back (Calm the fuck down)

And a life that's filled with crap, and a finger filled with hate

And a gat that's filled with love, now let opposites attract

I can finally be one (No), like a marriage in a church

But this marriage has a hearse

And the parents of the one that's getting married has a curse

And it's made up inside of him

Too late to reimburse, but wait, it gets worse

All the guests that's in the church all decided to disperse (Tyler)

So there was nobody who could stop the wedding with converse (You don't want to do this)

So they tied the knot; now it's too late to reverse this arrangement (Yes, it is)

And the nurse is amazed at the hurt that he was pained and (Calm the fuck down)

But it was obvious in all the photos he was painting

Now, a bunch of whispering immerse

[Interlude 3: Dr. TC, Tyler, The Creator, Security Guard & Nurse]

Yeah, he's right there, security's right there

Shit, no, get away from me

Get him (And then, the nurse blurts)

Come here

What the fuck is his problem? Here, we have two doses to give him, here (Why didn't anybody ask him first?)

Get on the ground

Hold him down

I've been asking you this whole time, Tyler

Get the fuck away from me, get away from me

Come here, motherfucker ('Cause nobody gave a fuck)

Get the fuck off of me, ugh

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

Someone gave a fuck, Tyler, and, uh

The person that gave a fuck was me

See, you're not going crazy

It's me, I'm your best friend, Tyler

I know everything

I know everything about you

You've been helping yourself this whole time

Your friends? They're just figments of your imagination

Dr. TC, see, Tyler, I'm your conscience

I'm Tron Cat, I'm Ace

I'm Wolf Haley, I'm… Me