Lyrics : My music My mind Add them three sixes Odd (I'm not yet a man) Future (Still not of a boy) Wolf (This my only joy) Gang (Now let's parade in gold) Welcome to the euphoria of sugar without able I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable Eighteen with the whole world in front of me Odd Future teenagers, nobody can frick with we Odd (I'm not yet a man) Future (Still not of a boy) Wolf (This my only joy) Gang (Now let's parade in gold) I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fricking walk My TV stays on Cartoon Network, frick that Twilight crap You have highlights about your life, I have lights 'bout my high life Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid Watch them grow and then you die? No, dude frick the system Odd (I'm not yet a man) Future (Still not of a boy) Wolf (This my only joy) Gang (Now let's parade in gold) Good kids make bad grown ups Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks In my wolf suit I roam where the wild things at Still growing, still learning, not knowing that I'm maxed I don't want to grow up, I know that crap for a fact, man eighteen Odd (I'm not yet a man) Future (Still not of a boy) Wolf (This my only joy) Gang (Now let's parade in gold) They say I'm immature, I say that they depressed I talk to unicorns, I'm wearing a uniform Of a guy that don't give a frick about time You live your life all serious while I'm enjoying mine
Song made by Tyler, The Creator #music #rap #rapsongs #song #tylerthecreator
