Chords for Tyler, the Creator - Yonkers

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[Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no [C] I'm not Gleesons with [G] a fuckin' _ _ triceratops
Reptar rappin' as I'm out the death rock [G] Stars rain, synthetic gigs made of [Ebm] anwars
Dreadlocks, bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone
[G] Makin' crack rocks outta pussy niggas' fish [Ebm] bones
_ This nigga Jasper tryna get grown About five, seven of his bitches in my dread
room Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this
shit, while Sid is [Gb] tellin' me that she's been getting into it [Ebm] with Ben and Sid
Shut the fuck up, ask the number to my [D] therapist, she'll tell [Gb] him all your problems
He's fuckin' awesome with [Ebm] listenin' _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Ebm] _ Jesus called and said he's sick of the dicks, [G] I told him to quit bitchin'
It's [D] in the fuckin' [Ebm] hotline for a fuckin' shrink
Sheesh, I already got [D] mine and he's not fuckin' workin'
I think I'm wastin' my damn [Ebm] time I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
[D] This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cots, that cop [Ebm] nine
_ This ain't no V-Tech shit or [D] Columbine But after bowling I went home for some damn
adventure time [Bb] _ I slipped myself [F] some pink Vannies
And danced around the house in all over print panties
Mom's goin' to fuckin' [Bb] broad will never understand [Gm] me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some [Gb] Marvin
_ Fuck her, wolf Haley robbin' [C] him I'll crash that fuckin' airplane out that
faggot nigga pops [Eb] in and stab Bruno Mars in his god [Eb] damn [N] esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in _ _
I'm a [B] _ overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
[Bm] And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the right receiver
Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant [B] gold retrievers
All I want, [E] fuck money, diamonds, and [Eb] bitches don't need em'
But where the fat ones at?
I got somethin' to [G] feed em'
And some cookin' books the black kids never wanted to [Ebm] read
_ Snapback green, ch-ch-cheese, fuckin' leaves
Been a couple months and Tina still ain't permed her fuckin' weave
Damn, _ _ _ _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ fuck their lobby, _ _ wolf _ _ _ Haley, _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Ebm] yeah
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[Ebm] _ _ _ [D] say success is the [Db] best for fit
So I beat the shit [D] up with a stack of magazines [B] I'm in
Oh, not [Ab] again, another critic writing [D] report
I'm stabbing any bloggin' faggot hipster with a [Ebm] pitchfork
Ugh, still suicidal I am, [Gb] I'm wolf
Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand, [G] I'm [Ebm] wolf
A$AP put that fuckin' hole in my head, [D] and I'm wolf
That was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
[Ab] Fuck _ _ [Gb] the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck, he's probably just like me
A _ _ motherfuckin' goblin _
[D] _ _ Fuck [Db] everything, man
That's [Gb] what my conscience [G] said, then the blunty hopped off my shoulder
Now my conscience [Ebm] dead, now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
I actually speak louder than words, let me try this [Db] shit _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Dead _ _ _