[Intro: Dr. TC]

Well, Tyler, uh

It's about that time

I mean, you're a good kid, just misguided

Okay, so is there anything else you wanna say before we end this?

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

My father died the day I came out of my mother's hole

And left a burden on my soul, until I was old enough

To understand that the fuckin' faggot didn't like me much

He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he... (Shake Junt)

Bring your Pops to School Day, for twelve years, I cheated

Told the fuckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and

Bring That Dude to Life day, he wasn't at the meeting

Made a U-turn on the way there like, "The fuck am I thinking?" (What?)

Birthdays, Christmas, my only fucking wishlist

Was CDs (And a father) and a new fit

Instead, I got some CDs, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socks

I was hyper 'cause I ain't get attention from my real pops

Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail, but they don't know it's me

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't gon' be shit (Nigga!)

Well I guess I had one, 'cause, nigga, I'm it

You smell that? (Yeah!) That's the odor of success, bitch

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]

I know I'm not the only bastard

In America

So I'm gon' to need some help, on this next part

Scream it with me, niggas

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator with Hodgy]

(Fuck you) I'm good

(Fuck you) I graduated

(Without you) I'm good

(Fuck you) I'm good

(Nigga, eighteen) I'm good

(Fuck you) I'm good

(Got a car, nigga) Fuck you

(Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]

Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts

'Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like

'Cause she's playin' both roles, like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon (Nope)

I look up to the Hugos and Dixons (Yup)

The niggas in the vision, rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen

Pushing keys, like them niggas that were banging on them keys

My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Like that's gonna make up for the years and the tears

And the money that my mama spent on rent and clothes

You fucking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you I'ma get out

The M-16 and let a fucking clip out (RAH!)

'Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none

I don't give a fuck either, like father, like son, I'm done

[Bridge: Hodgy]

He ain't give a fuck about me

He ain't give a fuck about you

He ain't give a fuck about we

So what the fuck we gon' do?

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator with Hodgy]

(Fuck you, fuck you) I'm good

(Fuck you, fuck you) I graduated

(Without you, fuck you) I'm good

(Fuck you, fuck you) I'm good

(Nigga, eighteen, fuck you) I'm good

(Fuck you, fuck you) I'm good

(Got a car, fuck you!) Fuck you

(Eat dick, nigga, fuck you!) Bitch

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]

The cold is nice, and I'm not talking 'bout the weather

The skin is thick, no need for leather

Your father called, he said you're better without him

I'm not the only fuck without them

How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed

Up, take it to the shop, then, what?

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic, thin fuck

Luck on my brim, Sup-preme keeps me warm

When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer

The bummer is the fact that I'm black

And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frío

Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that I'm emo

She don't give a fuck

D-low, where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]

Shit

No, no, fuck that

Fuck that

I ain't deserve this

I'm over it

BANG!