Tyler, The Creator
Pale - Outro
[Intro]
Yeah, uhh
Class of '09
Half of you motherfuckers didn't even graduate, you stupid motherfuckers
But on another note, congratulations to the other motherfuckers that, passed...
Yeah
Alright, yo

[Verse 1]
Kindergarten, I was onto y'all farting on the swingset
Looking for a female to-
Call institute, first Church of God went fast
Europe was the smartest, lil fuckin' ed-
Gay programmin' answer, was the only n***a
That could mention up a sentence in a stanza
Bananas and pajamas was the shit
Baduizm I was jammin'
My LA mantra was the cancer of my breakthrough
Yeah
I fucked up but keep it going
Yeah, aye, ayе
Aye, aye, aye
Da-da-da da-day
N***as in thе club, n***as in the club
Bitches showin' me love, bitch
I'm wearing a nice ass purse, bitch
Na-na na-na, alright
[Verse 2]
Sixth grade at privates, the puberty a twister
Kissin' every little bitch, coming home with fever blister
Seventh grade, mom payed la tierra
I was amazed, I was bullied by faggots, they bang
Eighth grade I was jackin' off chronically
Dick swollen honestly, to this day astonishly
Richard Henry Dana, I was bangin' from the alamo
Ended that shit, I won my Eighth grade talent show
Yeah
Eat my ass, in the club
N***as all up in the club like “What?”
I’m like “Bitch, where you from?”
Eastside, fuckin’ banging, n***as
Walk with a brownie
And them watchin’ all them
Ah, what up, hoe, say what’s up
Arf, arf, arf, arf

[Interlude]
Yo

[Verse 3]
Ninth grade, I went to fuckin’ fag academy
For math and science, yeah, they hated me
Straight F’s, failed tests, future, man I failed that
Fuck that, fourteen, hormones in full effect
Tenth grade was a wreck, Hawthorne was a breeze
Popcorn, all D’s, show no fuck respect
The only sophomore that was stuck in chem
I failed him quicker than head from little quim
And I remember Brenda, a kiss in that September
Wanted to rape her and bend her
But I guess that shit offends her
Changed school mid-year, then I went to media arts
I didn’t know my heart wasn’t in the art to tell then
Ben 10 couldn’t picture
I felt like I got Jack for my fucking Ripper, skipper
Junior made the best shit ever
Grades good, I was clever, information I endeavor
I was the only n***a that took the essay, T
Well, it was two Asians, an ese
Three other blacks with a mixed, don’t count
Guessed on that math shit, I couldn’t move, roll ‘bout
Don’t smoke, I was sober, but my n***as had an ounce
Hotbox, had to move a school to escape, no doubt
[Interlude]
Aye, okay, next part

[Verse 4]
Twelfth grade, going mental on the pencil
Instrumental black and motherfucking forth to Sacramento
Elve grade for two weeks, didn’t speak really
But I met the coolest people, if you hear me, y’all was illy
Amtrak, back and forth from the Sac’, I learned my lessons
Start cutting at my wrist, then I went to a depression
Suspended every week, hats taken, broke as fuck
Sarah dating other n***as, I was heated
I was treated like a stranger, all the gang bangers
Flang her, emo life was a hanger
My knowledge with college, well, a eighth grade polish
I was Nazi, I was n***a, I was angered, I was pilin’
But I fucked that for freshmen, fuck, I found it in time
When it now was in the chaw with a guy
Won a llama, soma nama with the n***as in the wooler
Fawligen and towel with a mother bodily holder

[Outro]
Oh shit, fuck, I just fucked up