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Artist: Tyler, the Creator f/ Shane Powers
Album:  Cherry Bomb
Song:   Buffalo
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

"Yeah!"
 "You feel alright?"
"Yeah!"

[Tyler, the Creator]
God, goodness gracious
I can't wait to see the look on y'all niggas faces
That boy T nuts, surprised his thoughts isn't chafin'
FUCK them crackers up at Mountain Dew, them niggas is racist
Cabbage was made, critic faggots was shook
So 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
Fuckin' attitude switched just like a book when it struts
But, I'm a fraud, I pray to God when the six triple book bashin'
While me and my favorite author's lips tickle
Peter Parker pick a pack of peppers when the plot thickens
Tyler, the Creator fuckin' kill you with a popsicle
Cold blooded so we rock mittens so they won't find him
Not kiddin', keep the Tommy on me bitch, I'm Ms. Pickles
Said I seem off, last time that team talked
Sick of makin' niggas cabbage so I took the 'preme off
Should've bought some stock in it ("Yo it's fucked up, I get it, put a sock in it")
Not Golf when the little homies don't, wait
Let's weigh my options
I bought me a mansion and bought some attention, ain't give none to Hopsin
And dear Boyce Watkins, why you mad? It's the slave in me
It's facts boy, I'm back like Rosa Parks' least favorite seat
Videos, stage dives, popups, they watchin' T
While y'all niggas watchin' the throne, the throne be watchin' me

[Interlude: Shane Powers]
If you FUCK this up
There are so many fuckin' kids right now, listenin' to this guy
Get those wings flappin', motherfucker!
Cause this kid's ready to fuckin' fly

[Tyler, the Creator]
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, nigger nigger on the wall
Rap bars, jail bars, die or shoot a basketball
"Tyler the DARK-skin, arrested in AUS-tin"
Cops know who I was cause their kid said the show was AWE-some

[Interlude: Shane Powers]
Tyler, Tyler, I swear to, I swear to FUCK!
If you fuckin', do NOT fuck this up!
You have the whole world in your FUCKIN' hands

[Tyler, the Creator]
How many leaders in the house?
Well can't somebody bring the mirrors out? I'm gettin' lonely
Likes and apologies and snaps make it obvious
That everybody on this fuckin' planet lackin' confidence
How many leaders in the house? ("Do NOT fuck this up!")
Well can't somebody bring the camera out so I can film me?
T a great director, nigga's vision must be blurry
Boy I get them epic shots like jaywalkin' in Missouri
Wait, how many leaders in the house?
Well can't somebody bring my album out so I can hear one?
Pour me a drink, shit I don't know what to think
Cause all these niggas leanin' like they Forest Whitaker's blink
Wait, how many leaders in the house?
See why nobody got they hands up, see that's the issue