Colossus

Went to six flags

Six fags came up and said ayo can we get a pic? I said no

And they said: Oh it's wolf gang, yonkers, goblin is my shit though

Now I'm like, fuck, I don't want to be an asshole

So I'm sitting there posing with travis, devon

With a fake smile like her titties was drawing it on

So fucking annoyed because I missed goliath

'Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot

Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna get a photo

All because they noticed the top with the box logo

And them fucking ears, guarantee they didn't even hear bastard

They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo, I'm going fucking loco

Hey tyler can I- no, bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?

But Tyler, you're my hero, I used to get bullied

Until I heard radicals, the last part got to me

See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleed

Now I'm the happiest I think I'll ever ever be

My life is just like yours, no father

My momma must have forgot to stop with a pop condom

In school I was the one thinking outside boxes

So everybody in them would say that I got problems

So when I heard you say it, I said it back like fuck 'em

You're in inspiration to niggas like me

Not the niggas who like you just cause of lyrics and beats

I'm talking about the niggas who don't know where they're going to be

I heard the song bastard right in the moment of heat

Not in summer, but of course I was holding a heat

Gun on the edge of my feet, I heard that first piano chord

And it drew me in like predators carrying treats

Then I said to myself fuck is he speaking to me

See me and you we go together like snare in a beat

I mean snare and a kick drum, see my forearm

I carved of on it this morning with a glass shard

On my green miniramp that I built in my backyard (that's weird)

That's hard, that scar from playing air guitar

When I see you play at the roxy (uh)

Tyler, I love you, I wanna be just like you (alright)

I think about your face and I don't even fucking try to (no homo)

Wish I had a basement mitt for me to hide you

We could play x-box and listen to in search of and eat donuts

Over conversating about what church does

Come up with weird ass videos with roach bugs

I'm straight edge too, so no drugs on this trip

And raquel that bitch, you should've killed that bitch

You should've took me instead (uhh, that's weird)

See, if you can't have her then he shouldn't neither

And if I can't have you then she shouldn't either

No one should see you, but me in your t-shirt

I worship you until the fucking wrinkles on my knees hurt (what the fuck)

Odd future, wolf gang, golf wang, flog gnaw, free earl mobbin

I know it seems like just I'm slobbing on your knob

But I'm just a fan and I ain't losing my fucking noggin (yeah you are)

I ain't got a job and I went out and bought goblin about 5 times

Cause (thanks for the support) I love you man (alright)

I like tie-dyed tees or just plain white tees, I like pants that's cut

I like words like fuck, I got your pics on my wall

With the mouth cut out, now paper cuts on my balls

Cause your dick's in my jaw (what the fuck)

And I hit you on Twitter about 10 minutes a day

And I'm bitter 'cause you don't even reply with a hey (sorry)

And my boys think I'm gay 'cause I play vcr

In my car all alone speakers waking up neighbors

Alright my nigga, calm down, it's getting weird, take this pic

So I can get on colossus, line as slow as molasses

(Tyler listen) no nigga I see you are loving my shit

And I appreciate the fact that you would suck on my dick

But I'm not gay so it's awkward, now I'm grouchy like Oscar

After spilling some shit on his newest pair of beige dockers

Yonkers and yonkers (I love that song)

Sick of hearing about yonkers

I'm grateful that it worked, I attacked and I conquered

Yeah whatever but I had a fucking blast at that concert

I was at the boston one, I got a t-shirt from sagan

The one that says sagan lockhart

And when you came out to sandwiches

That's when my fucking boycrush got started

Just take this fucking picture man, shit