Tyler, The Creator

LUMBERJACK

Текст песни Tyler, The Creator - LUMBERJACK

Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out

Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't- (Hold up)

"Oh, my God, I never seen nothin' like this"

Haha, that's what my mom was sayin'

She, she was cryin' and shit

It was, she was just like, "This shit is beautiful"

It was a beautiful moment

You alwa– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back

'Cause you, you never know (Gangsta Grillz)

You never know where the fuck you gon' end up at

(Okay, haha, let’s go, now we ready)


Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out

Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't pull out

MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap 'bout?

Whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out (Yeah, oh)

Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood (I dare you, nigga)

Call me lumbеrjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (Uh-huh, right)

She wеnt like "Ah, this the wish-a-nigga-could face" (Uh)

They ain't gettin' paper like they should, wait

(You niggas woulda, coulda, shoulda, oh, shit)