THOUGHT I WAS DEAD Lyrics – Tyler, The Creator

Read the full Thought I Was Dead lyrics by Tyler and The Creator along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Tyler’s music, you can also explore Time Is Changing and Rah Tah Tah, two other songs by Tyler.

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator, Santigold, Sample]
(You know what I (??), with the soldier)
(You know what I (??), with the soldier)
(You know what I (??), with the soldier)
(You n!ggas thought I was dead)
(You n!ggas thought I was dead)
(You n!ggas thought I was dead)
(You n!ggas thought I was dead)
Okay, you b!tch like the trap in the zoo
And got passed like a crack of a (??)
I use the space like the back of a coupe
I tried a magic wand, I tried a noose, so (Thought I was dead)

Grab the blammer, fu*k all the glitz and the glamour
I want a crib in Atlanta, I got the beam, my b!tch and your Pampers
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead (S*it)
You— (Thought I was dead, yeah-yeah-yeah)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Get love in the hood when I must leave
(??) in the Hills for the (??)
Small bags, twenty Ms, twenty (??)
Got a bullet for the boys going O-D

N!ggas say they get rich and they everywhere
Why you running up the party with your butt bare?
(??) ’til the check clear
Then they slumped and they find that they out here
In the Rolls and the Royce tryna poke ’round
I was really outside with the dopeman
I don’t really got kids, n!gga, no chance
I don’t want that s*it with your broke-ass, hm

[Break: Tyler, The Creator]
Fu*k you, pay me and if you won’t
Let me say it again
Fu*k you, pay me and if you won’t
Let-let-let-let-let me in

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, Santigold]
You n!ggas thought I was dead (Uh)
You n!ggas thought I was dead (S*it)
You n!ggas thought I was dead (Uh)
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead, yeah
You n!ggas thought I was dead
You n!ggas thought I was dead (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
You n!ggas thought I was dead (They thought I was dead)

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator, Santigold, Bonita Smith, Tyler, The Creator & Santigold]
I don’t wanna be found (Mm, uh), I don’t wanna be down (Mm, uh)
I don’t wanna be found (Mm, uh), I don’t wanna be down (Mm, uh)
I don’t wanna be found (Woo), I don’t wanna be down (Oh, you know Tyler, his talk)
I don’t wanna be found (I’m so sick of these n!ggas), I don’t wanna be down (They don’t know you, ooh, ah)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator, Santigold, Tyler, The Creator & Santigold]
White boys mocking this s*it and y’all mad at me? Y’all can suck my d!ck (Suck my d!ck)
Pull up old tweets, pull up old t-shirts, all that, I moonwalk over that b!tch (Hee-hee)
T-T changed like the fit got dirty
I was young man, then a n!gga hit thirty
I was one mill’, then a n!gga hit thirty
B!tch, you ain’t Coco Gauff, you can’t serve me (Mm, uh)
You anti-war? Hm, yeah, right
N!ggas running they mouth, keep it airtight
I’ma crash s*it out ’til my hair white (Mm, uh)
I got too much drive, I’m a terabyte (Mm, uh)
I got a big ol’ head, I ain’t like these n!ggas (N!ggas)
Nuh uh, don’t put me with these n!ggas (N!ggas)
I’on “Haha, keke” with these n!ggas (N!ggas)
Loiter Squad, baby, I don’t be with these n!ggas (N!ggas)
Same boys with me since back-back then (Mm, uh)
Everything I said I do, I did (True story)
Talk my s*it? I sure damn will (Mm, uh)
You ain’t like that s*it? I’s do it again (Mm, uh)
Five in the morning, I be hating on s*it (Mm, uh)
Ten in the evening, I be hating on s*it (Mm, uh)
Ten years later, mighta changed my mind (Mm, uh)
I’m a fake-ass b!tch, don’t kill me (Mm, uh)
I’m a hypocrite, ain’t real, ain’t really
I’m a big troll, haha, I’m silly (I’m silly)
Fu*k you know about being better than them n!ggas that you hate?
You ain’t good at s*it, you can’t feel me
Talk your one-trick goat, I’m billy (Mm, uh)
Shoutout papa, he for real (Mm, yeah, uh)
Don’t test V, he pop for real (Mm, uh)
Had to call him like, “Stop and chill” (Mm, uh, ah), look
I tries to be out the way
I like the farm with the lake, I like some truth in my space
Y’all n!ggas friendly and fake
“That’s big bro,” how? When y’all met yesterday?
This feel Planet of the Apes
Why am I filled with this hate?
Got freedom in every way
Y’all wanna take what I got, but y’all do not got what it take
I don’t wanna be found, ya ho (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t wanna be down, ya ho (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t like coming around, ya ho (Yeah, yeah)
I will not, “Knock-knock,” at your door, yeah
Just me, that’s what I said (Ayy, ayy)
Trav’, these n!ggas is fed’ (Ayy, ayy)
Me, I’m overhead (Ayy, ayy)
These n!ggas thought I was dead

[Outro]
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