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SAG HARBOR (Explicit) - Tyler, The Creator
Lyrics by：Tyler Okonma/Michael Stokes
Composed by：Tyler Okonma/Michael Stokes
Produced by：Tyler, The Creator
Lampin in the Hamptons
Looking for estates not a mansion
Scanning for the acreage in the pamphlet
I think this the big one Sanford
Son got his fourth number one in a row I'm a champion
Don't tap the glassy rather tap the pedal on the chassis
Call it Jasper it's blowin gassy
Boys ain't got no rhythm uptempo got em aggy
She spongin up my plankton it got her moving crabby
Took the plane to Martha damn how much it cost ya?
Blink and it's $182 Travis Barker
But this the baby one this the larva
Easier to get from Sag Harbor
All bargain all August Australia
Picked up another bag no garbage
I'm tired if we keeping it facts
Fuck work bro I need to relax
Piece of mind what I need to get back
I'm grindin like it's 02 beating on the table
I'm tryna tag a hundred million dollars out the label
To you that's just a fable
I'll show up with a camera a ruler
Just in case it's hard for them to get my angle
I'm with my nigga Lionel
Bluffing on an island
Talkin bout a village we can build I'm feeling tribal
Freedom is my destination praying that it's final
Ship that car for three Ms and they forgot to send the title goddamn it
The moment where your idol is your rival
I'm flying through the fire and I ain't break a sweat yet
I keep a lil water in the vial
Nino brown necklace custom made Lexus
Lust in my body made commitment see the exit
I pray to God I settle down and stop the second guessin
Guilt from that abortion got me emotionally regressin
Until then I'm pollywog leaping in affection now I
I gave niggas shoulders they can cry on
I ain't like their nature so I had to switch the biome
They ain't seein green from me I'm switching to an iPhone
Fuck who y'all calling the best I seen their ticket sales
Give it a rest
They got y'all craniums hexed I'm on the road to doin stadiums next
But y'all keep counting me out like what's the cheat code
Clumsy-ass niggas still worried about a street code
We supposed to own the ball and y'all worried bout shooting free throws
For dumb dollas don dadas sun dodgers
The catalyst to all the world's problems
White bitches saying period at end of the sentence
But wouldn't let the black girls they copy inside of their kitchen
I be off the coast bro
Away from these crumbs countin bread eatin toast bro
Backseat of the Phantom tell the driver move it slow mo
I want them to see me like the bottom of a boat bro
Buddy bad mouth me so we clean em with the Scope bro
We don't brush it off we keep a stick to chew and blow bro
Big pause
You need a big jaw to talk these numbers
I'm giving niggas time to tuck their summer
The ears yellow like the two niggas that spaz on Frontin'
Forty fumes only gas I'm puffin
Nigga it's nothin come get with me woof
