3.Radicals
Random disclaimer
Hey, don't do anything that I say in this song, okay？ It's
fuckin' fiction
If anything happens, don't fuckin' blame me, white America, fuck
Bill O'Reilly
4, 3, 2, 1
What the fuck I look like, saying I'm sorry
To a bunch of fucking fags that can't potentially harm me？
I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations
By the way, I got sixty fucking Wolves that'll guard me
That skate hard, Thrash black hoodies, try something
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a Glad bag
Fuck all your opinions, I'm tyin' 'em with a shoestring
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fuckin' radical, nigga
I'm motherfuckin' radical
Left, right, left, right
Odd Future Wolf Gang, came together cause, we ain't have nobody
else
And you？ You might just be one of us. Are you？
Fuck cops, I'm a fucking rock star
Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard
Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards
Fuck school, I'm a fuck up？ Fuck Harvard
I ain't got no fucking money (hey mom)
I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit
Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me
anything
Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
They want us to go to they schools and be fucking miserable at
they fucking college, studying that bullshit, fuck that
Do what the fuck makes you happy, cause at the end, who's there？
You
You hear that, nigga？ That's cult shit right there, nigga
Wolf Gang! Fuck everybody else nigga!
Stand for something, get money nigga!
Wolf Gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep
Fuck women, nigga. Odd Future, nigga. Stand the fuck up!
I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes
What I'm trying to tell you is, do what the fuck you want
Stand for what the fuck you believe in, and don't let nobody
tell you can't do what the fuck you want
I'm a fucking unicorn, and fuck anybody who say I'm not. Wolf
Gang
Fuck your traditions, fuck your positions
Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions
See, they're not mine, so you gotta let 'em go
See, we can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
You gotta let 'em go
You gotta let these shits go, man
It's not making sense to you right now but
All these little dreams you got, they're not shit
All this rebellion, all this crazy shit you got, saying this
shit
Getting too old for this shit, man, you gotta grow out of it
Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger
You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get
caught
I'm just being real (nigga, fuck you)
I'm just trying to help you man, trust me
(Look, I mature day after day nigga
You don't know shit, you're a fucking therapist)
Whatever
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