Woorden: Tyler The Creator. Bastard. Parade.

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[Hook:]
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)

[Verse 1:]
Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine 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 fuck with we

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk
I skip to places, smilin' faces, while you fuckin' walk
My TV stays on Cartoon Network, fuck that Twilight shit
You have highlights about your life, I have half of my high life bitch
Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid
Watch them grow and then you die? No, nigga fuck the system

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Good kids make bad grown ups
Stay gold, stray old, maturin' means that your life sucks
In my wolf suit, I roam where the wild things at
Still growin', still learnin', not knowin' that I'm Matt
I don't wanna grow up, I know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]
They say I'm immature, I say that they depressed
I talk to unicorns, I'm wearin' a uniform
Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time
You live your life all serious while I'm enjoyin' mine