Chords for Tyler, The Creator - Bastard

[F#m] Yo, yo fuck to dough boys and fuck not writing any other fuck niggas blog
I can put a 18 year old nigga making his own fucking beats covers videos and all that shit
Fuck you post Drake ass cliche jerking la sloths and rapping fuck niggas hypebeast niggas now back to the album
I'm _ _ _ _ _ _ guessing that your teacher sent you here to talk
It's gonna be three sessions
Today tomorrow and then today so just tell me something about yourself
Well _ look if you don't talk I mean these sessions are gonna go slower
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep some food for thought this food for death
Go ahead and fucking eat my father's dead.
Why I don't know we'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrists and play piano cuz I'm so depressed
Somebody caught a pass to this bastard is so possessed this meeting just begun nigga.
I'm [D] Satan's son
_ _ _ [E] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [F#m] My mother raised me a single parent
So it's apparent that I got love for my mother none of you other fuckers are much important
I'm getting angry here while recording.
I'm feeling like the bulls.
I got a gang of wolves
I have futurist children that's fucked up in a mental simple will probably not fuck them
[D] I'm _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
tall dark skinny my ears are big as fuck drunk white girls
The only way I'll get my dick suck suspended from school cool this nigga without effort
Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard soak me up in a tampon
But keep the lamp on cuz it's album pack enough evil that you can't fit [D] inside a chance
Go [E] to school [Dm] this I _ _ [F#m] go from a Peter JC inside a fucking week waking up with random girls like yo, bitch
How the fuck we meet I stay with grandma.
She always bitching about her carpet every time I walk inside the house
She always tend to start shit.
No the drugs.
I never spark it
I used to be bullied for honor classes by those.
I was slower [D] molasses
Take this shit [Dm] smooth
_ _ _ [F#m] _
Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger
She still don't know I may Sarah with a strangle her not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
All because she said no the whole coming demons running inside my hands telling me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catchers, but nothing but name as I [D] caught
_ Go to sleep [E] I [Dm] _ _ _ _ [F#m] wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky fuck me the monster said somehow the monsters dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts you tell me are still evil with the state of mind big moves max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble my music is either with fucking sin or to illegal
[D] play the shit church I
[E] _
[Dm] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _
Graduated without honors or fucking father.
He died.
No, bitch.
Don't even fucking bother
I wanted a brother my mother I told her but instead I got a sister just like me with her.
Mr.
Nada, so both of our imaginations our creations of the fucking situations.
That's having our brains [D] racing like Dayton
[E] Wearing some fucking [Dm] Healy's.
_ _ _ [F#m] I know you fucking feel me.
I want to fucking kill me the times
I'm so Siri.
Yes, you think I'm silly.
I'm doing big-style Willie couldn't touch 11-7.
What's religion nigga?
I am legend.
I wrote with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created or weapons I felt were [D] more talented than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci [Dm] when I had kids
They haven't seen it years
[F#m] Impressing a peers with the same problem
The only way to solve them is to go to father's day convention with the gold revolver life's a salad
I'm a toss to eat this shit up Rick Ross and shit it out bag it up sell it
I'm so damn rebellious cuz my mother's let me do what I want.
She wasn't jealous protect
She is the bed this shit is [D] so bad.
My diary isn't here.
My father didn't give a fuck
So it's some I inherit Rick
[F#m] My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents when Dan
Yeah, all my line decide to fucking share this confused boy.
I want to hug boy
I'm bad for your kids to listen to soy is not the choice.
I'm bad milk
Drink it _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[F] My _ _ [F#m] _
wrist is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold blood like the winter the summer is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
Well, that's not her fucking name
But I think this shit is clever my niggas want to know if I'm fucking if I'm kissing
But I'm sitting here down in bed simply just [D] wishing would it till they try to tell me but I [E] never [F] listen
Cuz I don't give a shit like sitting down [F#m] pissing
18 still talking to
Imaginaries, hopefully they see the talent.
I carry just like Jimmy
Loses can never win me you can never offend me.
My goal in life is the Grammy.
Hopefully mom attended
Ceremony with all my homies.
I'm suicidal.
This is my zombie circus.
I hope the [D] majors heard this fuck a deal
I just want my father's [C#] emails so I could tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail _
_ _ _ _ so tired
If you have the chance to tell him something,