CHACHA Tyler, The Creator

[Verse 1]
Yeah, something I don't understand (Woo)
I know some guys from the roots of this shit
Who ain't congratulate me on Grammy
Nigga, I thought we was family
That small cut hurt me deep
Like paper cuts on my hand from counting this cheese
But I'm still human that cheddar don't really mean nothing to me
I got feelings, I don't be in 'em
I don't feel blue, this ain't like denim
But I like shorts, that's how I tell them
I address it, and then I move on
Like a mailman, on my two wheel
With the pegs in and the basket, for my baggage
And the gold frame when they tryna paint me as the bad man

[Verse 2]
They'll call you trash 'cause you tried
Same ones they never tried shit in they lives
Niggas will watch you and watch you take shots
And tell you, "you missed" from the side
But that's 'cause they pay attention
And they mouth is gettin' for the mention
Words don't hold no gravity to me
I ain't flyin' in they solar system, listen
Why you shoot your arrow? (Arrow)
And aim it at my head? (Aim it at my head)
All because you scarecrow (Scarecrow)
And you ain't move your legs (You ain't move your legs)
I won't get complacent (Complacent)
And say "it is what it is" (Say that "it is what it is")
Niggas will tell me that I couldn't do something
What did I do? I did