Sam (Is Dead)

Odd Future - Sam （Is Dead）

This life is a game, if you wanna play

Then count all your own mistakes

Livin’ it with no delay

So fast I’m getting growing pains

Father didn’t show me my instincts to take the open lane

I go insane

All these problems coming with my growing age

Blowin’ haze

Trying to clear the doubt that’s sitting on my brain

I don’t complain

But the kid inside me’s feeling so restrained

Gotta stay golden

Let desire rekindle the flame

Searchin’ for the Fountain of Youth, when I’m free in my brain

（Bring in the horns） You hear that f*cking brass?

（F*cking brass, n*gga） That’s little boy nigger with the trumpets

Marchin’ with the bandwagon

Looking for his heart, no sleeve

But his hand carry muskets

Working in the meadows, Oblivion

Motherf*ck Geppetto

He’s a leader, not a puppet

Some professors nutty, you’re the Klump’s dick

So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions

[00:59.61]N*gga’s!

[01:01.66]（Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left!）

[01:04.31]N*gga’s coming!

[01:06.18]（Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left!）

They want a story, a story

I write the sh*t that I find very amusing

Cuz all the other f*ckin’ stories are boring

It’s really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me

It’s like I fathered these f*ckers, so you will find me on Maury

I’m still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing

But it will come from experiences and sh*t I see touring

I’m like a birdman, I’m soaring, really high

And I’m really horny, from watching this porn

Nope

（Bring in the horns） You hear that f*cking brass?

（F*cking brass, n*gga） That’s little boy nigger with the trumpets

Marchin’ with the bandwagon

Looking for his heart, no sleeve

But his hand carry muskets

Working in the meadows, Oblivion

Motherf*ck Geppetto

He’s a leader, not a puppet

Some professors nutty, you’re the Klump’s dick

So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions

[02:09.34]N*gga’s!

[02:11.84]（Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left!）

[02:14.42]N*gga’s coming!

[02:16.24]（Go left! Go left! Go left, right, left!）

5

（Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the）

4

（Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the）

3

（Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the）

2

（Erer-erer-erer）

Where’s Tyler?

Bottom of the countdown

Sh*t ain’t been the same since I found out

Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow

Now I’m the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth f*cker

That your teenage kid, likes to bow down

Riding around town in Seattle

With the same shotgun that Kurt used to "Click-Clack-Boom-Pow"

Still suicidal, but some assume that I’m cool now

Cuz I got a f*cking award in my own room now

Nope, but I can flip sh*t like a couch pillow

And have my death silent like a loose vow

The bandwagon turned into caboose, so

So, don’t let that little nigger trumpet lose sound

Just let him play