Wolf | Tyler, The Creator

Tamale

'Now, Wolf, what brings you here?' He asked

'What? You KNOW why I'm here. You sent me here...let me go. I don't need to talk to you.'

'Alright, just calm down. You, you, you act like I'm not here." Dr TC reassured him.

'You're not!'

'I'm exactly who you're supposed to be talking to.'

'You don't fucking help me with shit. You don't help me with shit, fuck!'

'I'm gonna need security in here, and, uh...'

'Fuck! I didn't fucking sign up for this shit! I'm, I'm not fucking crazy—I'm a fucking table! I'm a fucking table!'

'Yes, come quick. He's losing it.'

'No, fuck this shit!'

'Wolf, calm down.'

'Yeah, he's right there,' Dr TC said to the security guards bursting through the door, 'Security's right there,' he said to Wolf.

'Shit! No, get away from me.'

'Get him.'

'Come here!' The nurse yelled, 'what the fuck is his problem? Here, we have two doses to give him, here.'

'Get on the ground!' security yelled at Wolf, 'hold him down.'

'I've been asking you this whole time, Wolf...'

'Get the fuck away from me! Get away from me!'

'Because nobody gave a fuck'

'Get the fuck off of me...' Wolf yelled, as his words slowly began to slur as he drifted off.

'Someonegave a fuck Wolf. And, uh... the person that gave a fuck was me. See, you'renot going crazy... it's me. I'm your best friend, Wolf. I know everything, Iknow everything about you. You've been helping yourself this whole time. Yourfriends? They're just figments of your imagination. See Wolf, I'm yourconscience. I'm Dr TC, I'm Samuel, I'm Wolf Haley, I'm...'