So this has been.my favorite song of OTEP's since it came out in 2004, and I always thought it was a song about a child's narrative of suffering in an abusive Christian home. But now that I am revisiting the lyrics, I am seeing something totally new.
This song could be gospel of John but from the perspective of Jesus.
Jesus was NOT having a good time up to and during the crucifixion. Everyone in the known world at the time looked to him with fear, admiration or disgust and he was constantly being asked questions. He spoke in "verses, prophesies and curses". He had made an enemy of the state, and believed the world was increasingly wicked and fallen from grace, or that he was in the "mouth of madness".
The spine of atlas is the structure that allows the titan to hold the world up. Jesus challenged the state and in doing so became a celebrated resistance figure. It also made him public enemy #1.
All of this happened simply because he was doing his thing, not because of any agenda he had or strategy.
And then he gets scourged (storm of thorns)
There are some plot holes here but I think it's an interesting interpretation.
[Therapist]
You wouldn't do that Tyler
Kill yourself, or anyone, you don't even have the balls to begin with
What you need is....me
I just want to talk to you, it's been awhile since your last session
So...tell me what's been going
Tyler:
I'm not a fucking role model [I know this]
I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams
Since Kanye tweeted he's bumpin' all of my shit
These motherfuckers think I'm supposed to live up to something? Shit
I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless
And getting more pussy cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris [as you should]
LA to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares, from skate parks and airports it's all in the air, it's weird
Yonkers dropped and left their craniums mind-fucked, now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked
He still hasn't called me yet [it's not your fault]
That's a whole fucking different argument
Shit, I got over it
And I got a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy a couple hot pockets
So grandma can stop cooking those nasty ass colligreens
Pressure's on me like this top hat bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that?
OK you guys caught me
I'm not a fucking rapist, or a serial killer, I lied
[You know, you just wanted attention]
I tried too hard huh?
[no]
Made a couple thou and i just don't know what to buy yet
Supreme shit is free and I don't drink so fuck a wine set
Nigga fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity
I'm fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity
Oh, that's a triple 3-6 isn't he a devil worshipper?
Cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research
I'm a start a group, so no one else gets the respect they deserve cause of you
[Bastard was good though]
What you think I recorded for?
To have a bunch of critics call my shit horrorcore?
Like I didn't make that shit glorious cause I'm too fuckin' scared to tell my friends how I really feel?
Of course they only listen
To lyrics about me pissing off
In the tombs of Lara Croft
I'm getting pissed off
Message boards are on my dick I need to piss away
Lemme bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor
Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing living out his dreams
Why they gotta fucking hate?
I don't even skate anymore, I'm too fucking busy
I can barely kickflip now
People excited think this shit is tight
Making me co-sign with rappers I don't even like
What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble this mic?
Start jacking 'em off, till his cat blasting off
Fuck that, cause these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Cause I don't listen to Eworld with technique
And all this underground bullshit can never compete
On the Billboard Top 20 and gem of the week
I'd rather listen to Baduh and Pusha the T
And Wacka Flocka Flame instead of that real hip hop thats full of the shit
But they wanna critique
Everything that the Wolf Gang has ever released
But they don't get it
Cause it's not made for them
The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him
But they do not have the mindset, that is same as him
I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him
I'm not homophobic... faggot
What the fuck is a good performance? I get on stage and have as much fun as I can
Who doesn't have ADD?! I don't
Therapy's been sinning and niggas getting offended
They don't wanna fuck with me cause I do not fuck with religion
But see thats my decision you fuckers don't have to listen
And here, put this middle finger in your ear
Someone gets blamed
If some white kid aimed
His AK-47 at 47 kids
And I dont wanna see my name mentioned
College wasn't working
And I wasn't working
So I sat at home jerking off until my dick was hurting
But I was determined to be great
So this classes can wait
Cause those 4 days I went, I didnt learn shit
Now I'm living dreams I've wanted since 8th
And I can afford to get my mother something on her birthday
They claim the shit I saw is just wrong
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 day is postponed for now
But wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen
And when she gives you lemons nigga throw 'em at pedestrians
I still live in my grandma's house
Sell out a fuckin' show in London just to end up on couches
I hate my fuckin' life, but when I make that announcement
My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then
And then I am confused and 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 wanna die
Odd Future came from the bottom
And it's gonna take a couple armies to stop 'em
All you fucking lames don't have to like me
The devil doesn't wear prada, I'm clearly in a fucking white tee
You wouldn't do that Tyler
Kill yourself, or anyone, you don't even have the balls to begin with
What you need is....me
I just want to talk to you, it's been awhile since your last session
So...tell me what's been going
Tyler:
I'm not a fucking role model [I know this]
I'm a 19 year old fucking emotional coaster with pipe dreams
Since Kanye tweeted he's bumpin' all of my shit
These motherfuckers think I'm supposed to live up to something? Shit
I'm still jacking off and proceeding my life careless
And getting more pussy cause I tell bitches I'm Wood Harris [as you should]
LA to Paris, I'm getting these weird stares, from skate parks and airports it's all in the air, it's weird
Yonkers dropped and left their craniums mind-fucked, now competition missing like that nigga my mom fucked
He still hasn't called me yet [it's not your fault]
That's a whole fucking different argument
Shit, I got over it
And I got a couple bucks in my pocket, so now I could go buy a couple hot pockets
So grandma can stop cooking those nasty ass colligreens
Pressure's on me like this top hat bastard intro, how the fuck I'm gonna top that?
OK you guys caught me
I'm not a fucking rapist, or a serial killer, I lied
[You know, you just wanted attention]
I tried too hard huh?
[no]
Made a couple thou and i just don't know what to buy yet
Supreme shit is free and I don't drink so fuck a wine set
Nigga fuck a mindset, my brain is an obscenity
I'm fucked in the head, I lost my mind with my virginity
Oh, that's a triple 3-6 isn't he a devil worshipper?
Cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research
I'm a start a group, so no one else gets the respect they deserve cause of you
[Bastard was good though]
What you think I recorded for?
To have a bunch of critics call my shit horrorcore?
Like I didn't make that shit glorious cause I'm too fuckin' scared to tell my friends how I really feel?
Of course they only listen
To lyrics about me pissing off
In the tombs of Lara Croft
I'm getting pissed off
Message boards are on my dick I need to piss away
Lemme bust one in they mouth, I know they feel the flavor
Can't they just be happy for me like, a kid with nothing living out his dreams
Why they gotta fucking hate?
I don't even skate anymore, I'm too fucking busy
I can barely kickflip now
People excited think this shit is tight
Making me co-sign with rappers I don't even like
What the fuck you want me to do? Start to gobble this mic?
Start jacking 'em off, till his cat blasting off
Fuck that, cause these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Cause I don't listen to Eworld with technique
And all this underground bullshit can never compete
On the Billboard Top 20 and gem of the week
I'd rather listen to Baduh and Pusha the T
And Wacka Flocka Flame instead of that real hip hop thats full of the shit
But they wanna critique
Everything that the Wolf Gang has ever released
But they don't get it
Cause it's not made for them
The nigga that's in the mirror rapping, it's made for him
But they do not have the mindset, that is same as him
I'm not weird, you're just a faggot, shame on him
I'm not homophobic... faggot
What the fuck is a good performance? I get on stage and have as much fun as I can
Who doesn't have ADD?! I don't
Therapy's been sinning and niggas getting offended
They don't wanna fuck with me cause I do not fuck with religion
But see thats my decision you fuckers don't have to listen
And here, put this middle finger in your ear
Someone gets blamed
If some white kid aimed
His AK-47 at 47 kids
And I dont wanna see my name mentioned
College wasn't working
And I wasn't working
So I sat at home jerking off until my dick was hurting
But I was determined to be great
So this classes can wait
Cause those 4 days I went, I didnt learn shit
Now I'm living dreams I've wanted since 8th
And I can afford to get my mother something on her birthday
They claim the shit I saw is just wrong
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 day is postponed for now
But wow, life's a cute bitch full of estrogen
And when she gives you lemons nigga throw 'em at pedestrians
I still live in my grandma's house
Sell out a fuckin' show in London just to end up on couches
I hate my fuckin' life, but when I make that announcement
My hero calls my phone, just to put that in doubt then
And then I am confused and 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 wanna die
Odd Future came from the bottom
And it's gonna take a couple armies to stop 'em
All you fucking lames don't have to like me
The devil doesn't wear prada, I'm clearly in a fucking white tee
Lyrics submitted by TheLonging, edited by brandonftw25
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@ChrisH123 -> There is a couple songs where he guns down his friends of OFWGKTA (Golden & B---- Suck D---) but thats not what the whole album is about.
Tyler actually doesn't have a therapist as he says in other songs [i.e. Yonkers "Heres the number to my therapist, tell him all your problems he's f------ awesome with listenin"]. He is his own therapist (his conscience) to have the abilty of asking and answering questions throught out his songs, otherwise it would sound weird as he says in an interview: respect-mag.com/respect-online-exclusive-fly-or-die-elliott-wilson-interviews-tyler-the-creator-2/
@DemonoftheNorth -> I agree that sounds better and makes sense
To me this song is his defense of the people who has insulted his music. "What you think I recorded for, to have a bunch of critics call my s--- a bunch of horror-core?"
I love the oxymoron where he says "I sit in my grandmother's living room and just pout and shout loud side" He lets out his built up anger by writing his music. (it's impossible to pout and shout loud "inside", so thats what makes it a self-contradictory)
I agree with him, people judges his music hypocritically "They claim the s--- I say is just wrong Like nobody has those really dark thoughts when alone I'm just a teenager who admits he's suicide prone" everyone has problems he just puts his into art, its his therapy.