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Tyler
Tyler
The Creator
The Creator

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キー: Eb major
Verse 1
B
B
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
G
G
Yeah
B
B
Verse 2
I'm a fucking walking paradox,
Em
Em
no, I'm not
B
B
Threesomes with a fucking triceratops,
Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking
deaf rock stars
Em
Em
Wearing synthetic wigs made of
B
B
Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock,
harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
Em
Em
Making crack rocks out of pussy
B
B
nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About five,
Em
Em
D#m
D#m
B
B
seven of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon,
I'm a scribble this sin and shit
D#m
D#m
While Syd is telling me that she's
Em
Em
B
B
been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's
A#
A#
the number to my therapist (shit)
C
C
You tell him all your problems,
D
D
he's fucking awesome with listening
Verse 3
B
B
Uh, Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
A#m
A#m
B
B
Golf
fuckin' Wang
Verse 4
B
B
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I
D#m
D#m
told him to quit bitchin',
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B
and this isn't a fucking hotline
For a fucking shrink,
sheesh, I already got mine
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A#
And he's not fucking working,
F#
F#
B
B
I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past
six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks,
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F#
B
B
that's nine cocks that cock 9's
This ain't no V. Tech shit
or Columbine
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F#
But after bowling, I went home
A#m
A#m
for some damn Adventure Time
C#
C#
B
B
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself
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F#
some pink Xannies (yeah)
Em
Em
F#
F#
And danced around the house
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B
in all-over print print panties
My mom's gone,
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F#
that fucking broad will never understand me
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B
I'm not gay,
I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
C#
C#
D
D
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her,
Wolf Haley robbing them
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C#
C
C
I'll crash that fucking airplane that
B
B
that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn
esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
Em
Em
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F#
I'm an over achiever,
Fm
Fm
F#
F#
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B
so how about I start a team of leaders
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F#
And pick up Stevie Won der
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B
to be the wide receiver
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F#
Green paper,
gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers
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B
All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches,
don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got
something to feed 'em
It's some cooking books,
the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking
fucking fucking leaves
It's been a couple months,
and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
Verse 5
B
B
Uh, Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
A#m
A#m
F#
F#
B
B
Golf Wang, yeah
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
A#m
A#m
F#
F#
Golf Wang, yeah
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B
Bm
Bm
B
B
Bm
Bm
B
B
They say success is the best revenge
Verse 6
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F#
So I beat DeShay up with the stack
of magazines I'm in
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B
Oh, not again,
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C#
another critic writing report
G#
G#
C#
C#
A#m
A#m
I'm stabbing any blogging faggot
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B
hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
A#m
A#m
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuck
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D#m
ing knife in my hand
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B
I'm Wolf,
Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
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A#
And I'm Wolf,
A#m
A#m
that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
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B
(What the fuck,
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F#
B
B
man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
F#
F#
I just want to know if my
Fm
Fm
C#
C#
father would ever like me
C
C
B
B
But I don't give a fuck,
so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin' goblin
(Fuck everything,
A#
A#
D
D
man) That's what my conscience said
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B
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder,
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B
now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had
is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words,
A
A
let me try this shit
Dead

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