Lyrics Tyler, the Creator

Tyler, the Creator

Parade

Odd (I'm not yet a man)

Future (Still not of a boy)

Wolf (This my only joy)

Gang (Now let's parade in gold)

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Eighteen with the whole world in front of me

Odd Future teenagers, nobody can fuck with we

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

I skip to places, smilin' faces, while you fuckin' walk

My TV stays on Cartoon Network, fuck that Twilight shit

You have highlights about your life, I have half of my high life bitch

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Watch them grow and then you die? No, nigga fuck the system

Good kids make bad grown ups

Stay gold, stray old, maturin' means that your life sucks

In my wolf suit, I roam where the wild things at

Still growin', still learnin', not knowin' that I'm Matt

I don't wanna grow up, I know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

They say I'm immature, I say that they depressed

I talk to unicorns, I'm wearin' a uniform

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

You live your life all serious while I'm enjoyin' mine