BUFFALO lyrics

[Intro: Bunny Sigler]
"Yeah!"
"You feel alright?"
"Yeah!"

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
God, goodness gracious
I can't wait to see the look on y'all n*ggas faces
That boy T nuts, surprised his thoughts isn't chafing
And f*ck them crackers up at Mountain Dew, them n*ggas is racist
Cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook
So I told 'em that I'll exchange the word "faggot" with "book"
And all them "books" is p*ssed off and had they page in a bunch
f*cking attitude switched just like a "book" when it struts
But I'm a fraud, I pray to God when the six triple "book" bashing
While me and my favorite author's lips tickle
Peter Parker pick a pack of peppers when the plot thickens
Tyler, The Creator f*cking kill you with a popsicle
Cold blooded, so we rock mittens so they won't find him
Not kidding, keep the Tommy on me; b*tch, I'm Ms. Pickles
Said I seemed off, last time that team talked
Sick of making n*ggas cabbage so I took the 'Preme off
Should've bought some stock in it (Yo, it's f*cked up, I get it, put a sock in it)
Not Golf when the little homies don't—wait, let's weigh my options
I bought me a mansion, and bought some attention
Ain't give none to Hopsin, and dear Boyce Watkins
Why you mad? It's the slave in me
It's facts, boy, I'm back like Rosa Parks's least favorite seat
Videos, stage dives, popups, they watching T
While y'all n*ggas watching the throne, the throne be watching me
[Interlude: Shane Powers, Tyler, The Creator, Bunny Sigler]
"If you f*ck this up... There are so many f*cking kids right now, listening to this guy."
("Yeah!"—"You feel alright?"—"Yeah!")
"Get those wings flapping, motherf*cker! 'Cause this kid's ready to f*cking fly."
("Yeah!"—"You feel alright?"—"Yeah!")
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, n*gga, n*gga on the wall
Rap bars, jail bars, die or shoot a basketball
Tyler, the dark skin arrested in Austin
Cops know who I was cause their kids said the show was awesome
("Yeah!"—"You feel alright?"—"Yeah!")
"Tyler, Tyler, I swear to—I swear to f*ck! If you f*cking... Do not f*ck this up! You have the whole world in your f*cking hands."
("Yeah!"—"You feel alright?"—"Yeah!")

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
How many leaders in the house?
Well can somebody bring the mirrors out? I'm getting lonely
Likes and apologies and snaps make it obvious
That everybody on this f*cking planet lacking confidence
How many leaders in the house? (Do not f*ck this up!)
Well can somebody bring the camera out so I can film me?
T a great director, n*ggas' vision must be blurry
Boy, I get them epic shots like jaywalking in Missouri
Wait, how many leaders in the house?
Well can somebody bring my album out so I can hear one?
Pour me a drink, sh*t, I don't know what to think
Cause all these n*ggas leaning like they Forest Whitaker's blink
Wait, how many leaders in the house?
See why nobody got they hands up? See, that's the issue