Tyler The Creator – LUMBERJACK Lyrics

 

LUMBERJACK Lyrics by Tyler The Creator

 

Rolls royce pull up
Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn’t-

Rolls royce pull up
Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn’t pull out
MSG sell out
Fuck is n***** yap ’bout?
Whips on whips, my ancestors got their backs out

Too far? 500 stacks for the hood
Call me Lumberjack ’cause I wish a n**** would race
Do it like I? This the wish a n**** could face
They ain’t getting paper like they should
Wait
N***** ain’t really on the type of shit he on
I hit Drizzy and told him I had a million for him
I own my companies full, told ’em to keep the loan
I took that gold bitch home, n***** was big mad
I put that bitch on the shelf to let it ventilate
And bought another car ’cause I ain’t know how to celebrate
That big boy, that big bitch, for all weather
It never rain in Cali, came with an umbrella

Rolls royce pull up
Black boy hop out
Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn’t pull out
MSG sell out
Fuck is n***** yap ’bout?
Good credit score, this card really can’t max out
Too far? 500 stacks for the hood
Call me Lumberjack ’cause I wish a n**** would race

I might sled in Utah, LA is too warm
My n**** tall, he look like a bitch, I call him Mulan
Salad colored emerald on finger the size of croutons
N***** can not fuck with performance of Magic New Wand
That’s my nuance, used to be the weirdo
Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed
Used to treat me like that boy off Malcolm in the Middle
Now I’m zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero

Rolls royce pull up
Black boy hop out

Close y’all fucking faces
Them stones is cloudy, n****