Tyler, The Creator - TYLER, THE CREATOR For The Green Box lyrics
Tyler, The Creator [Tyler Gregory Okonma] Hawthorne, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyler, The Creator - TYLER, THE CREATOR For The Green Box lyrics]
Skate park 'til the days dark
Then it's Roscoe's with the whole fucking G
'Olf Wang, Wolf Gang, same thang
Just the G's off
Sick fuck I got many germs I feel like Adolf
Aye, y'all motherfuckers thought I
Was gone fall off?
Sorry, future brighter than what
Stevie Wonder ain't saw
Ain't yaw jaw hurting from the hate, naw?
Ah, fuck it mate, and my
Balls still ain't drop, pause
Sick, spittin' like the
Motherfucking droolin'
Ear to a sea shell listening
To Frankie's new shit
Who's this motherfucking crew
Bringing cool back?
To the rap bake sale makin' all the cake back
Made about one zero, zero, zero, zero
Eight stacks
In a whole different fucking country
Where they hate rap
And they say, "hey black
Can I get my kids back?
You brain washed them with all
That triple sixty six crap"
Then it's Roscoe's with the whole fucking G
'Olf Wang, Wolf Gang, same thang
Just the G's off
Sick fuck I got many germs I feel like Adolf
Aye, y'all motherfuckers thought I
Was gone fall off?
Sorry, future brighter than what
Stevie Wonder ain't saw
Ain't yaw jaw hurting from the hate, naw?
Ah, fuck it mate, and my
Balls still ain't drop, pause
Sick, spittin' like the
Motherfucking droolin'
Ear to a sea shell listening
To Frankie's new shit
Who's this motherfucking crew
Bringing cool back?
To the rap bake sale makin' all the cake back
Made about one zero, zero, zero, zero
Eight stacks
In a whole different fucking country
Where they hate rap
And they say, "hey black
Can I get my kids back?
You brain washed them with all
That triple sixty six crap"