I never would've thought that
Feelings could get thrown in the air
Cause I accidentally caught that
I need some new boxing gloves, shit got hectic whenever I fought back
For example, ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts
That's fourteen forty a day so I'll say a hundred and forty four times
I think about you or something like that
Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else
I don't like that cellular convo's getting left in the wrong
Cause I get so fucking mad when you don't write back
This isn't a song I just happen to rhyme when I get emo
And find time to write facts (fuck)
I love you
I fucking hate you
But I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled
Yeah
I fucking hate you
But I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled
Yeah
Girl you fucking with my emotions
The fuck is all this noise about?
I even considered picking up smoking
You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out?
But in my dog house
My bitch is the raddest
Crazy who makes me the happiest
Can make me the saddest
Look Alice
Let's get lost in your wonder-er-land fuck an atlas
You're perfectly perfect for me
What the fuck is this, practice?
Actually, if you even consider leaving
I'll lose a couple screws in due time, I'll stop breathing
And you'll see the meaning of stalking
When I pop out the dark to find you
And that new dude that you're seeing with an attitude
Then proceed to fuck up your evening
Make sure you never meet again like God damn vegans
Cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing
I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you're leaving
And I'm grieving and my heart starts bleeding
Life without you has no God damn meaning
Sorry I'm passive aggressive for no God damn reason
It's that my mood change like these God damn seasons
I'll fall for you, but I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled
Yeah
I fucking hate you
About This Song
"IFHY" is a raw exploration of toxic love and obsessive jealousy, with the title standing for "I F***ing Hate You" while simultaneously expressing deep emotional attachment. Tyler wrestles with contradictory feelings toward someone he both loves and resents, detailing intrusive thoughts and the mental exhaustion of constantly thinking about this person. The track features Tyler's signature confessional style over a melancholic, jazz-influenced beat that contrasts his aggressive delivery, creating an unsettling atmosphere that mirrors his internal conflict. The song stands out for its brutally honest portrayal of unhealthy relationships and Tyler's ability to make vulnerability sound both threatening and heartbreaking. It exemplifies the emotional complexity that made *Wolf* a pivotal album in Tyler's evolution from shock-rap provocateur to introspective artist willing to examine his own psychological struggles.
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