Текст песни Tyler, the Creator - Parade

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Аудио публичной страницы: vk.com/tyler_the_creator [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, smiling faces, while you fucking walk My TV stays on Cartoon Network, fuck that Twilight shit You have highlights about your life, I have lights 'bout 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, 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 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 wearing a uniform Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time You live your life all serious while I'm enjoying mine

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