Artist: Tyler, the Creator
Album:  Cherry Bomb
Song:   2Seater
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Tyler] Yeah...

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator]
We, can, speed, in, my two-seater
Girl I got a two-seater
Speed in my two-seater
In my two-seater

[Tyler, the Creator]
About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop
... You see my shit isn't stocked
I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls
Since I pissed off a cop, a couple tickets I have copped
But I can pay for them all
And by the model of my vehicle, you know that I ball
Not '92 but '91, the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'ma follow with this
Like I'm tryna get stick or automatic, you pick
Shit is static as shit, sure my shit is a M
Might get that X6 end, don't follow exit him
Might take the backstreet, hidden house got all sports cars like his garage is gym
Two sapphires on your neck, that's his precious gems
Now AMG it's in, boy I will eat him Benz
New engine, you got that old shit with those deep rims
You got a warranty, don't care if you scratchin rims again
(Woo! Yeah.. woo!)

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Tyler, the Creator]
Woo! Yeah {*4X*}

[Tyler, the Creator]
Sit in my passenger seat; you tell me I got too much speed
And I should slow, I should slow down
But I can't, cause you drive.. me wild...
Girl I get a rush, when we're speedin' in my car
And sometimes it's too much, and you can feel the wind in my heart
Girl I get a rush, when we're speedin' in my car
And sometimes it's too much, yeah

Yo, I know some dudes that'll find you that carry Rugers and shottas
And fuckin' shoot at your Honda then fuckin' zoom out in Mazdas
Them Golf Boys is bad for you like the food from McDonald's
Boy, I'm a +King+ and I ain't lyin'/+Lion+ boy, hakuna matata
Better watch for them hyenas if you flex then they swarm
Cashin' so many checks there callin' him Tyler O'Comma
I'm tryna ball like I was Domo Okonma but oh nada
Probably September...
Boy I'm just rhymin' these syllables, suck my genitals
Album cover lookin' like the mask of the timberwolves, state park at Pemberton
Hoping that I ditched the chords and go pick up the pen again
Cause I kill the dark shit like I'm motherfuckin' Zimmerman
Turn around and lose pounds like I'm fuckin' Timbaland
By pounds, I mean in {*beep*}
Give it 'til he cop brick like a wall with pig in it
And money comin' out the blue like cops are changin' fits or shit I'm killin' it
Fuck~!

[Interlude]

[Tyler, the Creator]
Back when Left Brain had the hightop fade (fade!)
And we would go skate on them concrete waves (waves!)
And now I switch gears to hear the cylinders pump
The beat thump, don't get it twisted boy, my board's in the trunk (skate!)

[Break: Tyler, the Creator] + (girl)
(Can you roll my window up?)
The FUCK you turn my music down for, man?
(Can you roll my window up?)
Why? Damn! (Cause it's windy!)
But I love it when your hair...

[Tyler, the Creator - singing, high-pitched]
Blows, when it blows, when it blows
When your hair blows, hangin' out the sunroof
I love it when your hair blows
When it blows, when it blows
Hangin' out the sunroof
I love it when your hair blows
When it blows, when your hair blows
Hangin' out the sunroof
Listenin' to Mac DeMarco
Hangin' out the roof window, switch to third gear turbo
Skertin' on these niggas, skertin' on these bitches
Listenin' to Mac DeMarco
You're hanging out the roof window, switch to third gear turbo
Skertin' on these niggas, skertin' on these bitches

You can say you don't want to take that drive
But your hair, it blows; I know we'll have a good time
You just gotta stop being scared, just roll
Just come and roll with me, it's all good

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Yeah, cause when it blows, because I'm driving
It will complete me, for the time being, I guess

{*skit starts from the 5:44 mark to the end*}