[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Um, excuse me mister but can you please turn down the lights?
I don´t really like all these cameras, man
And this shit just don´t feel right

And I don´t really wanna be rude to you, sir
But fuck you mean I can´t wear my hat in here?
And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, nigga

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
I hope you little niggas is listening
Them Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infant
The blind niggas used to make fun of my vision
And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition
So special the teacher asked if I was autistic
And now I´m making plates, you just washing the dishes
So if you don´t mind, get the fuck out of my kitchen
But keep your ego here so I can butt fuck your opinion

But in the meantime brainwashing millions of minions
Leader of the new school? (Ha, I´m in my own school)
And you would never catch me in none of their fucking shin-digs
I hope you fucking niggas is angry, pissed, and offended
In Search of... did more for me than Illmatic
That´s when I realized we ain´t cut from the same fabric
I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours
Man I got too much drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic
La-di-da-di, I´m going harder than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers
When it´s a lot at stake carne asada let´s be honest, I´m really morphing

Named the album Cherry Bomb because Greatest Hits sounded boring

I don´t like to follow the rules, she said that I must
I don´t have any armpits
She wanted to talk who´s in charge of this Golf shit
I said "Howdy do? How are you? I´m the sergeant"
And who I are isn´t really important
My heart is as dark as a window with car tint
So hop in with your friends, gal and I´ll unpark it
And I´ll do donuts until the fat one is carsick
It´s young T

I don´t like to follow the rules
And that´s just who I am

I hope you understand

And I don´t really think y´all cool
So give yourself a hand
No, no, give yourself a hand

Better pose for that camera
Better pose, boy you better pose
And it´s your life nigga I suppose
For the lights, for the camera, and the action

Now you´re face is meltin´ from the flash of the big ol´ lights
Nigga you ask for this life

Welcome to death camp
Yeah, welcome to death camp
Yeah, welcome to death camp

Kissing on my bean bag
Your lips high-five my tongue
Fingers moonwalk through your hair
(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)
This is fun I can tell
I don´t know if you´ll handle it well
Welcome to hell camp
(Lights, and the camera, and the action)
You should be mine in a way tonight
(For the lights, and the camera, and the action)