Tyler, The Creator – “LUMBERJACK” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Here is a new video by Tyler, The Creator, the self-produced “LUMBERJACK” track. Watch the video, listen, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Tyler, The Creator Lumberjack

After cleverly teasing new music all week with mysterious videos and toll-free phone numbers for his fans to call and listen to previews, Tyler, The Creator has come through with his new single “LUMBERJACK.” The track is much harder than what we’ve heard from Tyler in recent years. This also appears to be a collaboration with DJ Drama, who gives the track that perfect mixtape sound.

Tyler, The Creator – LUMBERJACK (prod. Tyler, The Creator)

Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out
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 al– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back
‘Cause you, you never know (Gangsta Grillz)
You never know where the fuck you gon’ end up at
(Okay, haha, now we ready)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator, DJ Drama & Jasper]
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 lumberjack ’cause I wish a nigga would race (Uh-huh, right)
She went 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)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
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 is big mad (Ugh, oh)
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)

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
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)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
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, zero (Not six)

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama]
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
Fuck you mean nigga?

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