Tyler, The Creator - BUFFALO Lyrics
(feat. Shane Powers)(Yeah... You feel alright?)[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]God, goodness graciousI can't wait to see the look on y'all niggas facesThat boy T nuts, surprised his thoughts isn't chafing***** them crackers up at Mountain Dew them niggas is racistCabbage was made, critic faggots was shookSo I told 'em that I'll exchange the word "faggot" with "book"And all them "books" is pissed off and had their page in a bunch*****in' attitude switched just like a "book" when it strutsBut, I'm a fraud I pray to God when the six triple "book" bashin'While me and my favorite author's lips ticklePeter Parker pick a pack of peppers when the plot thickensTyler, The Creator *****in' kill you with a popsicleCold blooded so we rock mittens so they won't find himNot kiddin' keep the Tommy on me *****, I'm Ms. PicklesSaid I seem off, last time that team talkedSick of making niggas cabbage so I took the 'preme offShould've bought some stock in it(Yo it's *****ed up, I get it, put a sock in it)Not Golf when the little homies don't, wait,let's weigh my optionsI bought me a mansion, and bought some attentionAin't give none to Hopsin,and dear Boyce WatkinsWhy you mad? It's the slave in meIt's facts boy I'm back like Rosa Parks least favorite seatVideos, stage dives, popups, they watching T'While y'all niggas watchin' the throne, the throne be watching me[Interlude: Shane Powers]If you ***** this upThere are so many *****in' kids right now, listenin' to this guyGet those wings flapping mother*****er!Cause this kid's ready to *****ing fly[Break: Tyler, The Creator]Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, nigga nigga on the wallRap bars, jail bars, die or shoot a basketballTyler, the dark skin, arrested in AustinCops know who I was cause their kid said the show was Awesome[Interlude: Shane Powers]Tyler, Tyler, I swear to, I swear to *****! If you *****ing...Do NOT ***** this up!You have the whole world in your *****ing hands[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]How many leaders in the house?Well can somebody bring the mirrors out? I'm getting lonelyLikes and apologies and snaps make it obviousThat everybody on this *****ing planet lackin' confidenceHow many leaders in the house? (Do not ***** this up!)Well can somebody bring the camera out so I can film meT a great director nigga's vision must be blurryBoy I get them epic shots like jaywalkin' in MissouriWait... How many leaders in the house?Well can't somebody bring my album out so I can hear onePour me a drink, shit I don't know what to thinkCause all these niggas leaning like they Forest Whitaker's blinkWait... How many leaders in the house?See why nobody got they hands up, see that's the issue
