[Intro: Dr. TC]

So, what's going on, Wolf?

Talk to me, man

People worry, we hearing stories about you getting into fights and all this unnecessary bullshit

It's—Wh—What's on your mind? Talk to me, I'm here

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

Domo, roll another one

I'm just fuckin' with you, I ain't smoking none

My squad bring terror, no intended pun (Wolf Gang, nigga)

Merch booth made niggas extensive funds (This nigga paid)

Mama got the Rover with the Range (Yeah)

She don't ever, ever gotta struggle, not again (Wolf Gang, nigga)

And I put that on my dead grandmama's name (Rest in peace)

Too soon (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

Uh, my nigga Slater, yeah, that's my little pony

Little homies is repping like I been fucking with Kony

Nigga, Phillip and Kobi, to my niggas that know me

Your boy seem happy as fuck, but truthfully, your boy lonely

Nigga's a target for marketing, he's an artist

Can't even walk into Target without bothering customers

Bothering, asking me for a picture, can I talk to they sister?

Nah, nigga, get lost, you're fucking smothering

God, I wanna quit, but I can't

'Cause mother and sister can't pay the rent

Four stories with storage, I'm twenty-one with a mortgage

And touring's paying the bills, life is paying for thrills

Life's a bitch, bruh, but from the third floor, man, she's gorgeous

A year ago, I was broke; now, how can I afford this?

I started off with disposables; now, I have an assortment

And I'm using these negatives to develop a portrait

Now, the frame is a pain in the ass

To get it in without a scratch or stain on the glass, but that's not important

Just as long as it's printed, and I hinted it is

But when I get it, I'll make sure you get a copy, you bitch

Shit, I'll even add a signature with the fuckin' pic-a-ture

I'll even tell you the film I used, and the aperture

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

Domo, roll another one

I'm just fuckin' with you, I ain't smokin' none

My squad bring terror, no intended pun (Wolf Gang, nigga)

Merch booth made niggas extensive funds (This nigga paid)

Mama got the Rover with the Range (Yeah)

She don't ever, ever gotta struggle, not again (Wolf Gang, nigga)

And I put that on my dead grandmama's name (Rest in peace)

Too soon (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]

Uh, Grandmother died, didn't cry, not a tear

Not gonna lie, fucking weird, no water dripped out the eye

But when I got the news, yup, it left your boy stuck

'Cause when my mom dipped, she was the one that gave me a fuck

Mom calling and calling, I'm on my way to a show

I answered, she crying, saying, "Sadie is dying"

The doc said she only had a week for us to speak

Before she deceased, 'cause cancer was just eating her cheeks up

Fuck! Nah, this is really awkward for me, bruh

I hang the phone up, and adjust my seat back

And started to think, like, "What the fuck just happened?"

I never had a death, and I just seen her a week ago

Meet them at the hospital, I should

In between the set of BADBADNOTGOOD

Lionel asked what happened, I said it's bad, bad, not good

Just take me to the Cedars-Sinai off of Oakwood

Getting there, family sitting center chair

Awkward in the lobby, it was floating in the thinning air

Getting there, need a sticker saying how I got in there, there’s her room

Open up the curtain, she's just sitting there, "Hello"

Our conversation's brief

Couldn't even make eye contact when we speak

Lookin' at her, you could tell all she had was weak

And I'm not talkin' days, bruh, I'm talkin' 'bout her strife

I sat there, twenty minutes tops

Hoping it was just a fucking plea that she could cop

She died that night

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

Oh, that's heavy, man

I'm sorry for your loss

Yeah, whatever

Don't worry about it...

The last time I seen Samuel, he was lookin' for you

Fuck that nigga, Samuel!

Uhh, have you seen him?

Nah, but if I seen that nigga, I woulda killed him