Tyler, The Creator — Golden

[Intro: Dr. TC] Tyler, you... obviously have some fucking problems And, this— This is... 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 muh'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"... Tch— 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 such 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 Sabrina (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 fill 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... [Outro: 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! (Because nobody gave a fuck!) Get the fuck off of me... *inhale* ugh... 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