Tyler, The Creator - Radicals (Lyrics in description)

Artist: Tyler, The Creator Album: Goblin Song: Radicals 2011 Lyrics: 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 sayin’ I’m sorry To a bunch of fuckin’ fags who can’t potentially harm me? I ain’t never gonna bow down to your expectations By the way, I got sixty fuckin’ Wolves that’ll guard me That skate hard, Thrash black hoodies, try somethin’ Make sure your fuckin’ feelings end up up in a Glad bag Fuck all your opinions, I’m tie ’em up in 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 fuckin’ rock star Rebel and defiance makes my mothafuckin’ cock hard Fuck pigs, fuck God, God’s a fuckin’ retard Fuck school, I’ma fuck up, fuck Harvard I ain’t got no fuckin’ money, hey mom I ain’t got no mothafuckin’ daddy, he ain’t teach me shit Child support ain’t come that fagot 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 religion, fuck your decisions See they’re not mine so you gotta let ’em go We can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know