Sám by Domo Genesis & Tyler The Creator (2024)

This life is a game, if you wanna play
Then count all your own mistakes
Livin' it with no delay
So fast I'm getting growing pains
Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go insane, all the problems come with my growing age, blowin' haze
Trying to clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain, I don't complain
But the kid inside me's feeling so restrained, gotta stay golden

Let desire rekindle the flame
Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in my brain

(Bring in the horns) You hear that f*cking brass?
(f*cking brass, nigg*) That's little boy nigg* with the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart, no sleeve
But his hand carry muskets
Working in the meadows, oblivion
Motherf*ck Geppetto
He's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions

nigg*'s!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!) nigg*'s coming!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)

nigg*'s!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!) nigg*'s coming!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)

They want a story, a story
I write the sh*t that I find very amusing
'Cause all the other f*ckin' stories are boring
It's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I fathered these f*ckers, so you will find me on Maury
I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing
But it will come from experience and sh*t I see touring
I'm like a birdman, I'm soaring, really high
And I'm really horny, from watching this p*rn

Nope (Bring in the horns) You hear that f*cking brass?
(f*cking brass, nigg*) That's little boy nigg* with the trumpets
Marchin' with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart, no sleeve
But his hand carry muskets
Working in the meadows, Oblivion
Motherf*ck Geppetto
He's a leader, not a puppet
Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
So think before you blink, and "Aye-Aye" make assumptions

nigg*'s!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!) nigg*'s coming!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)

nigg*'s!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!) nigg*'s coming!
(Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)

Five (Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
Four (Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
Three (Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the)
Two (Erer-erer-erer)
Where's Tyler?

Bottom of the countdown
sh*t ain't been the same since I found out
Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow
Now I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth f*cker
That your teenage kid, likes to bow down
Riding around town in Seattle
With the same shotgun that Kurt used to "Click-Clack-Boom-Pow"
Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
'Cause I got a f*cking award in my own room now
Nope, but I can flip sh*t like a couch pillow
And have my death silent like a loose vow
The bandwagon turned into caboose, so

So, don't let that little nigg* trumpet lose sound
Just let him play

The lyrics to Domo Genesis & Tyler The Creator's song "Sam" touch upon the idea of the journey of growing up and learning from your mistakes. The first verse suggests that life is a game, and if you want to play, you must learn from your mistakes and live without delay. The singer acknowledges that his father did not teach him the instincts needed to take an open lane in life, leading to some growing pains. While the singer admits to feeling restrained, he believes that by staying golden and reigniting his desires, he can find the Fountain of Youth and be free in his brain.

The second verse begins with a call to bring in the horns, which sets the stage for an introspective reflection on life. The singer points out that everyone is looking for something to believe in, but warns that it's essential to think before making assumptions. The chorus repeats the words "nigg*'s coming!" and "Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!" in a drill sergeant-inspired call-to-arms. The final verse references a shift in the singer's persona, becoming a loud, foul-mouthed artist that teenage kids admire. Despite receiving an award in his own room, the singer still acknowledges his own mortality and desire to live life to the fullest.

This life is a game, if you wanna play
Life is like a game, and if you want to live it, you have to participate

Then count all your own mistakes
It's important to acknowledge your mistakes to learn from them

Livin' it with no delay
Live your life without hesitation, seize every opportunity

So fast I'm getting growing pains
Growing up so quickly is causing pain and confusion

Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
My father didn't teach me to trust my instincts and take chances

I go insane, all the problems come with my growing age, blowin' haze
I feel crazy, and with age comes more problems that I try to escape by smoking weed

Trying to clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain, I don't complain
I'm trying to overcome my self-doubt without complaining

But the kid inside me's feeling so restrained, gotta stay golden
Despite feeling trapped, I need to stay positive and true to my youthful spirit

Let desire rekindle the flame
My passion and desire for life will reignite my enthusiasm

Searchin' for the Fountain of Youth, when I'm free in my brain
I'm trying to find youthfulness in my mind, even if my body ages

You hear that f*cking brass?
Can you hear the sound of the brass instrument?

That's little boy nigg* with the trumpets
That's a young, inexperienced musician playing the trumpet

Marchin' with the bandwagon
Following the trend without individuality

Looking for his heart, no sleeve
Trying to find true meaning without showing emotions

But his hand carry muskets
Carrying weapons, which may symbolize aggression or defense

Working in the meadows, oblivion
Working in obscurity without recognition

Motherf*ck Geppetto
Disrespecting authority or an elder

He's a leader, not a puppet
Believing in being a leader rather than a follower

Some professors nutty, you're the Klump's dick
Some teachers are crazy, and you shouldn't be their follower

So think before you blink, and 'Aye-Aye' make assumptions
Think before you act or make assumptions

nigg*'s! (Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!) nigg*'s coming! (Your left! Your left! Your left, right, left!)
A military chant or warning about someone approaching

They want a story, a story
People want to be entertained by a story

I write the sh*t that I find very amusing
I write what I think is funny or entertaining

'Cause all the other f*ckin' stories are boring
All other stories are not interesting to me

It's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me
Feeling uncomfortable that so many young people worship me

It's like I fathered these f*ckers, so you will find me on Maury
Feeling responsible for young people who look up to me, like a father figure who goes on a TV show to prove paternity

I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing
Despite getting older, I still have a youthful mindset and struggle to grow up

But it will come from experience and sh*t I see touring
I will mature over time as I gain more experiences from touring

I'm like a birdman, I'm soaring, really high
I feel like I'm flying high like a bird

And I'm really horny, from watching this p*rn
I feel sexually aroused from watching p*rnography

Five (Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the) Four (Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the) Three (Erer-erer-erer br-bring in the) Two (Erer-erer-erer)
Counting down to something exciting

Where's Tyler?
Asking about the location of Tyler the Creator

Bottom of the countdown
Tyler is at the bottom of the countdown

sh*t ain't been the same since I found out
Life hasn't been the same since discovering something

Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow
Discovering that Hodgy Beats wrote music for Bow-Wow without receiving 'official' credit

Now I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth f*cker
I'm now known for my loud, aggressive, profane behavior

That your teenage kid, likes to bow down
Teenagers look up to me and idolize me

Riding around town in Seattle
Driving around in Seattle

With the same shotgun that Kurt used to 'Click-Clack-Boom-Pow'
With the same gun that Kurt Cobain used to end his life

Still suicidal, but some assume that I'm cool now
Although I still struggle with suicidal thoughts, some people think I'm doing okay

'Cause I got a f*cking award in my own room now
Some think I'm successful because I have an award in my room

Nope, but I can flip sh*t like a couch pillow
I'm not really successful, but I can still be rebellious and cause chaos

And have my death silent like a loose vow
My death may be sudden and silent, like a promise that wasn't kept

The bandwagon turned into caboose, so
The trend that I followed has now become outdated and irrelevant

So, don't let that little nigg* trumpet lose sound
Don't let the young, inexperienced musician's sound fade away

Just let him play
Encouraging the musician to continue playing music