Parade en Tyler, The Creator

[hook]
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)

[verse 1]
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

[hook]

[verse 2]
I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk
I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk
My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit
You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout 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

[hook]

[verse 3]
Good kids make bad grown ups, stay gold, stray old
Maturing means that your life sucks, in my wolf suit
I roam where the wild things at, still growing, still learning
Not knowing that i'm maxed, i don't want to grow up
I know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

[hook]

[verse 4]
They say i'm immature, i say that they depressed
I talk to unicorns, i'm wearing a uniform
Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time
You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine