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lumberjack (original version) - tyler, the creator lyrics

[intro: tyler, the creator]
rolls*royce pull up, black boy hop out
shoutout to my mother, and my father didn’t—
“oh, my god, i never seen nothin’ like this”
haha, that’s what my mom was sayin’
she, she was cryin’ and sh*t
it was, she was just like, “this sh*t is beautiful”
it was a beautiful moment
you alway– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back
’cause you, you never know
you never know where the f*ck you gon’ end up at
(haha)

[chorus: tyler, the creator & jasper]
rolls*royce pull up, black boy hop out
shoutout to my mother, and my father didn’t pull out
msg sell out, f*ck these n*ggas yap ’bout?
whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out (oh)
too far? five hundred stacks for the hood (i dare you, n*gga)
call me lumberjack ’cause i wish a n*gga would race (uh*huh, right)
do it like i? this the wish*a*n*gga*could face (uh)
they ain’t gettin’ paper like they should, wait
(oh, sh*t)

[verse 1: tyler, the creator & jasper]
n*ggas ain’t really on the type of sh*t he on
i hit drizzy and told him i had a milli’ for him
i own my companies full, told ’em to keep the loan
i took that gold b*tch home, n*ggas was big mad (ugh, oh sh*t)
i put that b*tch on the shelf to let it ventilate
and bought another car ’cause i ain’t know how to celebrate
that big boy, that big b*tch for all weather
it never rain in cali’, came with an umbrella (ooh)
see tyler, the creator live
get tickets as low as $425
[chorus: tyler, the creator & jasper]
rolls*royce pull up, black boy hop out (man, what the f*ck?)
shoutout to my mother, and my father didn’t pull out
msg sell out, f*ck these n*ggas yap ’bout?
good credit score, this card really can’t max out (wow)
too far? five hundred stacks for the hood
call me lumberjack ’cause i wish a n*gga would race (uh*huh)
n*gga this the face, man i wish a n*gg— (it’s the face)
it’s different, it’s really different

[verse 2: tyler, the creator & jasper]
ayo, i might sled in utah, la is too warm
my n*gga tall, he look like a b*tch, i call him mulan (hey, oh)
salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons
n*ggas can not f*ck with performance of magic (oh), new wand (n*gga)
that’s my nuance, used to be the weirdo (ah)
used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed
used to treat me like that boy off malcolm in the middle (why i’m motherf*ckin’ rich)
now i’m zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero

[outro: tyler, the creator & jasper]
rolls*royce pull up (zero), black boy hop out
nah, i can’t take this sh*t no more, man, i quit
i quit, i swear to god, n*gga
f*ck n*ggas talking to me about? close y’all f*ckin’ faces, haha
wish*a*n*gga*could face
them stones is cloudy, n*gga
(f*ckin’ crumbs) wish*a*n*gga*would face
f*ck you mean, n*gga?

- tyler the creator lyrics

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