2SEATER

[Part I: 2SEATER]

[Intro]

Woo! (We) Yeah

Woo! Yeah

[Chorus]

We can speed in my two-seater (Woo! Yeah)

Girl, I got a two-seater

Speed in my two-seater

In my two-seater

[Verse 1]

About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop (Yeah)

You see, my shit isn't stock

I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls

But 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

E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned

And if I crash, I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn or a Vince, Tiptronic is stick

Or automatic, you pick, shit is static as shit (Yeah)

Sure, my shit is AM, might get that X6 end

Don't follow exit him, might take a back street hidden

House got all sports cars like his garage is gym

Two sapphires on him neck next his precious gems

Not AMG, it's M, boy, I will eat him Benz

New engine, you got that old shit, your rims depends

Him got a warranty, don't care if him scratch him rims again

[Chorus]

We can speed in my two-seater

Girl, I got a two-seater (Get up here, girl)

Speed in my two-seater

In my two-seater (Ooh, yeah)

[Bridge]

(Woo! Yeah)

(Woo! Yeah)

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 driving me wild

Girl, I get a rush when we're speeding in my car (Woo!)

And sometimes, it's too much

And you can feel the beat in my heart

Girl, I get a rush when we're speeding in my car (Woo!)

And sometimes, it's too much

[Verse 2]

Yeah

I know some dudes that would find you that carry rugers and shottas

And fucking shoot at your Honda, then fucking zoom out in Mazdas

Them GOLF boys is bad for you like the food at McDonald's

Boy, I'm a king and I ain't lyin', boy, hakuna matata

Better watch for them hyenas, if you flex, then they swarm

They cashing so many checks, they're calling him Tyler O-Comma

I'm tryna ball like I was Domo O'Connor in '09

Or probably September...

Boy, I'm just rhyming these syllables, suck my genitals

Album cover looking like the mascot of the timberwolves, skate park at Pemberton

Hoping that I ditched the chords and go pick up the pen again

'Cause I killed the dark shit like I'm motherfucking Zimmerman

Turn around and lose pounds like I'm fucking Timbaland

By pounds, I mean in (*beep*)

Give it 'til he cop brick like a wall with pig in it

And money coming out the blue, like cops are changing fits or shit, I'm killin' it

Fuck!

[Verse 3]

Back when Left Brain had the hightop fade (Woo! Fade)

And we would go skate on them concrete waves (Woo! 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!)

[Segue]

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...

[Part II: HAIR BLOWS]

[Intro]

Blows, when it blows

When your hair blows (When it blows)

Hanging out the sunroof

I love it when your hair blows

When it blows, when it blows

Hanging out the sunroof

I love it when your hair blows

When it blows (When it blows)

When your hair blows

Hanging out the sunroof

[Verse]

Listenin' to Mac DeMarco

Hangin' out the roof window

Switch to third gear turbo

Skrrtin' on these niggas

Skrrtin' on these bitches

Listenin' to Mac DeMarco

You're hangin' out the roof window

Switch to third gear turbo

Skrrtin' on these niggas

Skrrtin' on these bitches

[Bridge]

You can say you don't want to take that drive

But your hair, it blows

(It blows me away)

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]

Yeah, man, what's good, man? You good? I've been—

I've been chilling, man, I've been doing some push-ups and shit For real?

You know, fifty a day...

Oh, w-w-wait... is that that nigga, Tyler?

I think so

Bitch ass, nigga, here he come to me, man

Fuck this nigga, man, this— this nigga stink

Wait, be quiet, be quiet

'Ight

My nigga, T, man! What's good, man? You good?

Alright, I see you!

I'm good, man, I'm good, I'm good

Ayy, man, I see you with your little girl, she— she looks... okay

Alright, y'all good, man, alright!

Ayy, your feature don't start for another twenty minutes

So you can go get your shit up, I can get y'all some shit

And I see you with your little jewels and shit too, man!

Aw thanks, man, I'm trying, man, I'm just trying

Yeah, man, let me know if you need anything

I got you, just— you know... yeah

Alright, um... yeah, we'll probably walk around

And come back when the movie start or whenever

Ight, man, I'ma see you

Ight, my nigga... ight

Fucking faggot, man! I swear to God!

Yeah

Haha, this nigga bitch weak too!

Haha, yeah, she is

Goddammit! I'd still fuck!