40 Replies to “Tyler The Creator – Yonkers”

  1. I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox —
    No I'm not
    Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops
    Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
    Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
    Harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone
    Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones
    This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown
    About 5, 7 of his bitches in my bedroom
    Swallow the cinnamon
    I'ma scribble this sin and shit
    While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up)
    Here's the number to my therapist (Shit!)
    You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin'

    Wolf Haley, Golf Wang
    Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin' Wang

    [Verse 2]
    Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
    I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline
    For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
    And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
    I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
    This the revenge of the dicks; that's nine cocks that cock 9's
    This ain't no V. Tech shit, or Columbine
    But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
    (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies
    And danced around the house in all-over print panties
    My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me
    I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
    (What you think of Hayley Williams?)
    Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' them
    I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
    And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
    And won't stop until the cops come in
    I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
    And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? (Cool)
    Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers
    All I want – Fuck money, diamonds, and bitches; don't need 'em
    But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
    It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
    Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves
    It's been a couple months
    And Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave

    Wolf Haley, Golf Wang
    Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
    Goddamn goblin
    Wolf Haley, Golf Wang
    Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah

  2. Such a good time. Stop obsessing over the meaning. This track is so ambiguous you couldn't even find a true one, even though lyrics nudge you that way. Just have FUN

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