LUMBERJACK

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 f******u 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) Niggas ain't really on the type of shit he on I hit Drizzy and told him I had a milli' for him (Oh shit) I own my companies full, told 'em to keep the loan I took the gold bitch home, niggas was big mad (Ugh, oh... shit) I put that bitch on the shelf to let it ventilate And bought another car 'cause I ain't know how to celebrate (Top shelf, nigga) That big boy, that big bitch for all weather It never rain in Cali', came with an umbrella (Ooh) Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out (Man, what the fuck?) Shoutout to my mother and my father, didn't pull out MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap 'bout? (Sold out) Good credit score, this card really can't max out (Wow) Two, four, five hundred stacks for the hood Call me lumberjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (Uh-huh) Nigga this the face, man I wish a nigg— (It's the face) It's different, it's really different (Catch up, niggas) Ayo, I might sled in Utah, LA too warm My nigga tall, look like a bitch, I call him Mulan (Hey, oh) Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons Niggas cannot fuck with the form of true magic (Oh), new wand (Nigga) That’s my nuance, used to be the weirdo (Ah) Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed Used to treat me like that boy from Malcolm in the Middle (Why I'm motherfuckin' rich) Now I'm zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero (Not six) Rolls-Royce pull up (Zeros), Black boy hop out (Not seven) Nah, I can't take this shit no more, man, I quit That's it, I quit, I swear to God, nigga (Fuck niggas is talking to me about?) Quality Wednesday music Wish-a-nigga-could face (All storms is cloudy, nigga) Oh yeah, you asked for it (Fuckin' crumbs) Wish-a-nigga-would face f******u mean nigga? --- LUMBERJACK - Tyler, The Creator