Sam (Is Dead) - Odd Future

Sam (Is Dead) - Odd Future
Written by：Tyler Okonma/D. Cole
This life is a game if you wanna play counting all your old mistakes
Living 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 comin' with my growing age
Blowing haze tryna clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain
I don't complain but the kid inside me's feeling so restrained
Gotta stay gold and let desire rekindle the flame
Searching for the fountain of youth when I'm freein' my brain
Bring in the horns you hear that f**king brass
That's little boy n**ga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon looking for his heart
No sleeve but his hand carry muskets
Lurking in the meadows oblivion
Motherf**k geppetto he's a leader not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than klump's dick
So think before you blink and aye aye make assumptions
N**gas
Your left your left your left right left
N**gas is coming
Your left your left your left right left
N**gas
Your left your left your left right left
N**gas is coming
Your left your left your left right left
They want a story a story I write the sh*t that I find
Very amusing cause all of they f**king stories are boring
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I fathered these f**kers so you won't 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 bird when I'm soaring really high
And I'm really horny from watching this porn nope but
Bring in the horns you hear that f**king brass
That's little boy n**ga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon looking for his heart
No sleeve but his hand carry muskets
Lurking in the meadows oblivion
Motherf**k geppetto he's a leader not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than klump's dick
So think before you blink and aye aye make assumptions
N**gas
Your left your left your left right left
N**gas is coming
Your left your left your left right left
N**gas
Your left your left your left right left
N**gas is coming
Your left your left your left right left
Five four three two and 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 shock value style foul mouth f**ker
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
Cause I got a f**king award and my own room now
Nope but I can flip sh*t like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vowel
The bandwagon turned into caboose so
So don't let that little n**ga trumpet lose sound just let him play