Tyler, The Creator — Lone

[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 [Hook] 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 (Paid) Mama got the Rover with the Range (Yeah) She don't ever ever gotta struggle, not again (Nigga) And I put that on my dead grandmama's name (Rest in peace) Too soon (Yeah) [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator] Ugh, 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 21 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 [Hook: 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 (Paid) Mama got the Rover with the Range (Yeah) She don't ever ever gotta struggle, not again (Nigga) And I put that on my dead grandmama's name (Rest in peace) Too soon (Yeah) [Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator] 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 answer, 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 strength I sat there, 20 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 Sammy, 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