Testo della canzone Radicals (Tyler, The Creator), tratta dall'album Goblin

Radicals - Tyler, The Creator

Random disclaimer
Hey, don't do anything that I say in this song, okay?
It's fuckin' fiction
If anything happens, don't fuckin' blame me
White America, fuck Bill O'Reilly
Four, three, two, one

What the fuck I look like saying I'm sorry
To a bunch of fucking fags who can't potentially harm me?
I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations
By the way, I got sixty fucking wolves that'll guard me
That skate hard, Thrash black hoodies, try something
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a Glad bag

Fuck all your opinions, I'm tyin' 'em with a shoestring
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical

Left, right, left, right, left, right
Odd Future, Wolf Gang
We came together cause we ain't had nobody else
And you? You just might be one of us
Are you?

Fuck cops, I'm a fucking rockstar
Rebel and defiance makes my motherfucking cock hard
Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards
Fuck school, I'm a fuck up, fuck Harvard
I ain't got no fucking money, (hey mom) I ain't got no motherfucking daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Child support ain't come
That faggot still ain't bought me anything
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical
Left, right, left, right

They want us to go to they schools
And be fucking miserable at they fucking college studying that bullshit
Fuck that, do what the fuck that makes you happy
'Cause at the end, who's there? You
Fuck school

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga, I'm fucking radical
I'm fucking radical, I'm motherfucking radical

You hear that nigga?
That's cult shit right there nigga
Wolf Gang
Fuck everybody else, nigga
Stand for something
Get money, nigga
Wolf Gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep
Fuck with me, nigga
Odd Future, nigga
Stand the fuck up

Left, right, left, right, left, right
I'm not sayin' just to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes
What I'm tryna tell you is, do what the fuck you want
Stand for what the fuck you believe in
And don't let nobody tell you you can't do what the fuck you want
I'm a fucking unicorn and fuck anybody who say I'm not
Wolf Gang

Fuck your traditions, (and) fuck your positions (and)
Fuck your religion, (and) fuck your decisions
(See), they're not mine, (so) you gotta let 'em go
(See), we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Fuck your traditions, (and) fuck your positions (and)
Fuck your religion, (and) fuck your decisions
(See), they're not mine, (so) you gotta let 'em go
(See), we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know

Fuck your traditions, (and) fuck your positions (and)
Fuck your religion, (and) fuck your decisions
(See), they're not mine, (so) you gotta let 'em go
(See), we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
Go, you gotta let 'em go, let 'em go
You gotta let 'em go, you gotta let 'em go, let 'em go

You gotta, you gotta let these shits go man
It's not making sense to you right now but, all these little dreams you got, they ain't shit
All this rebellion, all this crazy shit you got, sayin' this shit
Getting too old for this shit man, you gotta grow out of it

Growing up, you're dreams are getting bigger
You gotta look at reality
Understand that shit so you don't get caught
I'm just being real
Nigga, fuck you
I'm just tryna help you man
Trust me

Look, I mature day after day, nigga
You don't know shit, you're a fucking therapist
Whatever



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Okonma
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