Yonkers: accordi di
Tyler
Tyler
The Creator
The Creator

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Verse 1
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Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
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Yeah
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Verse 2
I'm a fucking walking paradox,
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no, I'm not
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Threesomes with a fucking triceratops,
Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking
deaf rock stars
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Wearing synthetic wigs made of
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Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock,
harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
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Making crack rocks out of pussy
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nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About five,
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seven of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon,
I'm a scribble this sin and shit
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While Syd is telling me that she's
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been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's
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the number to my therapist (shit)
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You tell him all your problems,
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he's fucking awesome with listening
Verse 3
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Uh, Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
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Golf
fuckin' Wang
Verse 4
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Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I
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told him to quit bitchin',
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and this isn't a fucking hotline
For a fucking shrink,
sheesh, I already got mine
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And he's not fucking working,
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I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past
six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks,
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that's nine cocks that cock 9's
This ain't no V. Tech shit
or Columbine
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But after bowling, I went home
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for some damn Adventure Time
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(What'd you do?) I slipped myself
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some pink Xannies (yeah)
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And danced around the house
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in all-over print print panties
My mom's gone,
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that fucking broad will never understand me
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I'm not gay,
I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
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(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her,
Wolf Haley robbing them
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I'll crash that fucking airplane that
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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
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I'm an over achiever,
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so how about I start a team of leaders
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And pick up Stevie Won der
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to be the wide receiver
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Green paper,
gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers
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All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches,
don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got
something to feed 'em
It's some cooking books,
the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking
fucking fucking leaves
It's been a couple months,
and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
Verse 5
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Uh, Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
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Golf Wang, yeah
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
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Golf Wang, yeah
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They say success is the best revenge
Verse 6
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So I beat DeShay up with the stack
of magazines I'm in
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Oh, not again,
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another critic writing report
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I'm stabbing any blogging faggot
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hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
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I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuck
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ing knife in my hand
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I'm Wolf,
Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
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And I'm Wolf,
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that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
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(What the fuck,
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man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
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I just want to know if my
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father would ever like me
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But I don't give a fuck,
so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin' goblin
(Fuck everything,
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man) That's what my conscience said
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Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder,
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now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had
is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words,
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let me try this shit
Dead

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