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

What the fuck I look like saying I’m sorry

To a bunch of fucking fags that can 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

I’m fuckin' radical, nigga

Left, right, left, right

Fuck cops, I’m a fucking rock star

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' 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 muthafuckin' 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

I’m fuckin' radical, nigga

Left, right, left, right

Fuck your traditions, fuck your positions

Fuck your religions, fuck your decisions

They’re not mine, you gotta let 'em go

We can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know

You gotta let 'em go

You gotta let these shits go, man

It’s not making sense to you right now but

All these little dreams you got, they’re not shit

All this rebellion, all this crazy shit you got, saying this shit

Getting too old for this shit, man, you gotta grow out of it

Growing up, your 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 trying to help you man, trust me

(Look, I mature day after day nigga

You don’t know shit, you’re a fucking therapist)

Whatever