Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone Makin' crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom (hey) Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (shit) You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin' Wang Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal This the Revenge of The Dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's This ain't no V. Tech shit or Columbine But after bowlin', I went home for some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (yeah) And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (what you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' them I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga BoB is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? (Cool) Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em It's some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves It's been a couple months and Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave Damn Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah Goddamn goblin
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone Makin' crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom (hey) Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (shit) You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin' Wang Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal This the Revenge of The Dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's This ain't no V. Tech shit or Columbine But after bowlin', I went home for some damn Adventure Time (What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (yeah) And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin (what you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' them I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga BoB is in And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And won't stop until the cops come in I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? (Cool) Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em It's some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves It's been a couple months and Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave Damn Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah Goddamn goblin
“Yonkers” foi lançada digitalmente como o segundo single do álbum *Goblin* em 14 de fevereiro de 2011, através da XL Recordings.
A faixa foi escrita, produzida e gravada inteiramente por Tyler, the Creator em 2010, sem a participação de outros produtores.
O clipe, dirigido pelo próprio Tyler, recebeu críticas positivas e rendeu-lhe o prêmio MTV Video Music Award de Melhor Artista Novo em 2011.
Apesar da controvérsia gerada por suas letras violentas e diversos disses, “Yonkers” foi aclamada pela crítica e incluída em várias listas de melhores músicas do ano.
Publicações especializadas consideram “Yonkers” como a música que deu a Tyler, the Creator seu grande destaque no cenário musical.
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