Artist: Tyler, the Creator Album: Cherry Bomb Song: 2Seater Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Tyler] Yeah... [Chorus: Tyler, the Creator] We, can, speed, in, my two-seater Girl I got a two-seater Speed in my two-seater In my two-seater [Tyler, the Creator] About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop ... You see my shit isn't stocked I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls Since I pissed off a cop, a couple tickets I have copped But I can pay for them all And by the model of my vehicle, you know that I ball Not '92 but '91, the year that Tyler was spawned And if I crash in the woods then I'ma follow with this Like I'm tryna get stick or automatic, you pick Shit is static as shit, sure my shit is a M Might get that X6 end, don't follow exit him Might take the backstreet, hidden house got all sports cars like his garage is gym Two sapphires on your neck, that's his precious gems Now AMG it's in, boy I will eat him Benz New engine, you got that old shit with those deep rims You got a warranty, don't care if you scratchin rims again (Woo! Yeah.. woo!) [Chorus] [Interlude: Tyler, the Creator] Woo! Yeah {*4X*} [Tyler, the Creator] Sit in my passenger seat; you tell me I got too much speed And I should slow, I should slow down But I can't, cause you drive.. me wild... Girl I get a rush, when we're speedin' in my car And sometimes it's too much, and you can feel the wind in my heart Girl I get a rush, when we're speedin' in my car And sometimes it's too much, yeah Yo, I know some dudes that'll find you that carry Rugers and shottas And fuckin' shoot at your Honda then fuckin' zoom out in Mazdas Them Golf Boys is bad for you like the food from McDonald's Boy, I'm a +King+ and I ain't lyin'/+Lion+ boy, hakuna matata Better watch for them hyenas if you flex then they swarm Cashin' so many checks there callin' him Tyler O'Comma I'm tryna ball like I was Domo Okonma but oh nada Probably September... Boy I'm just rhymin' these syllables, suck my genitals Album cover lookin' like the mask of the timberwolves, state park at Pemberton Hoping that I ditched the chords and go pick up the pen again Cause I kill the dark shit like I'm motherfuckin' Zimmerman Turn around and lose pounds like I'm fuckin' Timbaland By pounds, I mean in {*beep*} Give it 'til he cop brick like a wall with pig in it And money comin' out the blue like cops are changin' fits or shit I'm killin' it Fuck~! [Interlude] [Tyler, the Creator] Back when Left Brain had the hightop fade (fade!) And we would go skate on them concrete waves (waves!) And now I switch gears to hear the cylinders pump The beat thump, don't get it twisted boy, my board's in the trunk (skate!) [Break: Tyler, the Creator] + (girl) (Can you roll my window up?) The FUCK you turn my music down for, man? (Can you roll my window up?) Why? Damn! (Cause it's windy!) But I love it when your hair... [Tyler, the Creator - singing, high-pitched] Blows, when it blows, when it blows When your hair blows, hangin' out the sunroof I love it when your hair blows When it blows, when it blows Hangin' out the sunroof I love it when your hair blows When it blows, when your hair blows Hangin' out the sunroof Listenin' to Mac DeMarco Hangin' out the roof window, switch to third gear turbo Skertin' on these niggas, skertin' on these bitches Listenin' to Mac DeMarco You're hanging out the roof window, switch to third gear turbo Skertin' on these niggas, skertin' on these bitches You can say you don't want to take that drive But your hair, it blows; I know we'll have a good time You just gotta stop being scared, just roll Just come and roll with me, it's all good [Outro: Tyler, the Creator] Yeah, cause when it blows, because I'm driving It will complete me, for the time being, I guess {*skit starts from the 5:44 mark to the end*}