About this song

Goblin is a track by Tyler, The Creator, taken from the album “Goblin”, released May 9, 2011 on XL Recordings. It runs 6:48 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Deezer link above to stream the full song.

Produced by: Tyler, The Creator <Intro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC> You wouldn't do that Tyler, kill yourself or anyone. You don't even have the ********** to begin with. What you need is me, someone to talk to, Uh, it's been a while since our last session. So, tell me what's been going on <Verse 1> I'm not a ****ing role model (I know this I'm a 19-year-old ****ing emotional coaster with pipe dream Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's bumping all of my shit These niggas think I'm 'sposed to live up to something? **** 'e I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless But getting more ass 'cause I tell niggas I'm Wood Harris (as you should Philly to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares At skateparks and airports all in a year, it's weird Yonkers dropped and left them craniums mind****e Now competition missing like that bitch my mom ****e He still hasn't called me yet (that's not your fault) But that's a whole ****ing different argument, nigga, I got over i And a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy A couple hot pockets and grandma could stop cooking Them nasty ass collard greens, pressure's on me like this top hat Bastard intro, how the **** I'm gonna top that <Interlude: Tyler The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC> "Tyler, you'll top it, you'll top that, you're a very capable individual" Okay, you guys caught me, I'm not a ****ing rapist or serial killer, I lie "You know, you just want attention, you'll be fine" "I try too hard, huh?" "No, you don't" <Verse 2> Made a couple thou' and I just don't know what to buy yet The 'preme niggas is free and I don't drink, so **** a wine se **** 'em, **** a mindset, my brain is an obscenit I'm ****ed in the head, I lost my mind with my virginit Oh, that's a triple three six, isn't he a devil worshiper 'Cause I'm too ****ing ignorant to do some research I'm the star of the group (Yeah) So no one else gets the respect that they deserve cause of you (Bastard was good though) What you think I record it for? To have a bunch a critics call my shit a bunch of horrorcore Like I didn't make "Parade" or "Inglorious" 'Cause I'm too scared to tell my friends the way I really ****ing feel Of course they only listen to lyrics about me pissin' off In the tombs of Lara Croft, I'm getting pissed off (I bet) Message boards are on my dick, I need a pissing waiver (here Let me bust one in they mouth, I know they full of flavor <Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC> Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing, living out his dreams? Why they got to ****ing hate "I think everyone's happy, everyone's immature, everyone loves you Tyler, you have to believe that." I don't even skate anymore, I'm too ****ing busy, I can barely kickflip now "Why? Why is that? Do you not have any free time at your home?" What the **** you mean I'm not talented? You see the shit that I've been doing "I have, I mean you're a great person." "I mean, I'm not that great of a rapper but as a whole, I'm pretty cool, right?" <Verse 3> People excited, thinking this shit is so tight (For what? Getting co-signs from rappers that I don't even like What the **** you want me to do? Start to gobble his mic And start Jackson him off until his cack blasting off? (No...) **** that, (Yeah) These niggas ain't ****ing with m Cause I don't listen to the Immortal of Tech-of-the-nique And all this underground bullshit that's never gon' pea On the Billboard Top 20 and Jam of the Week I'd rather listen to Badu and Pusha the T And some Waka Flocka Flame instead (All that bullshit) of that real hip-ho That's bull-of-the-sheet, but they want to critique Everything that we, Wolf Gang, has ever released But they don't get it, (They don't, it's not made for them) cause it's not made for them The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for hi But they do not have the mindset that's same as him I'm not weird, you're just a bitch, shame on hi <Interlude: Tyler, The Creator, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC> It is, but Tyler, you're going to have to cut down on that "****" word, that's very, that's a bad.. "I'm not homophobic." "I mean, I don't think you are but..." **** it "Alright, well, since the last time we..." The **** is a good performance? I get on stage and I have as much fun as I can "I mean, you, you, it seems like you have fun. But your Twitter posts, just.. I mean, they're really random and it's ADD." "Who doesn't have ADD..? Well, I don't." "I mean, sometimes, you're just really out in the distance and we just want to know, what's the problem for this?" "I wish Thebe was here." <Verse 4> Therapy's been sinning and niggas getting offende They don't want to **** with me 'cause I do not **** with religio You see, that's my decision, you ****ers don't have to liste Here, put this middle finger in your ear (I'd rather not) When someone gets blamed cause some white kid had aimed (What?) his AK-47 At 47 kids, I don't wanna see my name mentioned (I don't think anyone's going to men—I don't think anyone takes you serious enough to believe you.) College wasn't working and I wasn't working So I was at home jerking off until my dick was hurting But I was determined to be great, so those classes can wait 'Cause the four days that I went, I wasn't learning shit (I mean, you... Now I'm living dreams that I wanted since eight And can afford to get my mother something on her birthday (I mean, you've explained to me that you were in school, but, I mean, I...) They claim the shit I say is just wron Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone I'm just a teenager, who admits he's suicide prone My life is doing pretty good, so that date is postponed for now Wow, life's a cute bitch full of estroge And when she gives you lemons, nigga, throw 'em at pedestrian (So, what are you saying, take advantage? I mean, you've been doing pretty good, I've seen that) I still live in my grandma's house Sell out a ****ing show in London just to end up on couche I hate my ****ing life, but when I make that announcemen My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then And then I am confused if I want in or just out My friends really think I'm playing when I say I need counseling I sit in grandmother's living room and just pout And shout loud inside, sometimes I just want to die (No, you don't) Odd Future came from the bottom And it's gonna take a couple armed armies tryna stop 'em (I believe you) All you ****ing lames don't have to like me The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a ****ing white tee <Outro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC> Whoa, umm, alright, uh, so Syd was telling me you went to New York...

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  1. 01 Yonkers E 4:09
  2. 02 Radicals E 7:18
  3. 03 She E 4:13
  4. 04 Transylvania E 3:12
  5. 05 Nightmare E 5:22
  6. 06 Tron Cat E 4:13
  7. 07 Her E 3:31
  8. 08 Sandwitches E 4:51
  9. 09 Fish E 6:19
  10. 10 Analog E 2:54
  11. 11 B.S.D. E 3:36
  12. 12 Window E 8:00