TYLER, THE CREATOR For The Green Box lyrics
by Tyler, The Creator
Skate park 'til the days dark
Then it's Roscoe's with the whole f*cking G
'Olf Wang, Wolf Gang, same thang, just the G's off
Sick f*ck I got many germs I feel like Adolf
Aye, y'all motherf*ckers 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, f*ck it mate, and my balls still ain't drop, pause
Sick, spittin' like the motherf*cking droolin'
Ear to a sea shell listening to Frankie's new sh*t
Who's this motherf*cking 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 f*cking 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"