Yonkers chords by Tyler, The Creator
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Verse 1
(D major) Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
Yeah (B flat major)
(D major)
Verse 2
I'm a fucking walking paradox,
no, I'm not (G minor)
Threesomes with a fucking tri (D major) ceratops,
Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking
deaf rock stars
Wearing synthet (G minor) ic wigs made of
(D major) Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock,
harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
Making crack rocks out of (G minor) pussy
nigga (D major) fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About five,
(G minor) seven of (F sharp minor) his bitches in my (D major) bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon,
I'm a scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is telling (F sharp minor) me that she's
(G minor) been getting intim (D major) ate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's
the number to my therapist (C sharp major) (shit)
You tell him all (E flat major) your problems,
he's (F major) fucking awesome with listening
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Verse 3
Uh, (D major) Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf (C sharp minor) (D major)
fuckin' Wang
Verse 4
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I (D major)
told him to quit (F sharp minor) bitchin',
and this isn't a fuck (D major) ing hotline
For a fucking shrink,
sheesh, I already got mine
And he's not fuck (C sharp major) ing working,
I think (A major) I'm wasting my (D major) damn time
I'm clocking three past
six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks,
that's (A major) nine cocks (D major) that cock 9's
This ain't no V. Tech shit
or Columbine
But after bowl (A major) ing, I went home
(C sharp minor) for some damn Adventure Time
(E major) (What'd you (D major) do?) I slipped myself
some pink (A major) Xannies (yeah)
And (G minor) danced around (A major) the house
in all-over (D major) print print panties
My mom's gone,
that fucking broad (A major) will never understand me
(D major) I'm not gay,
I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you (E major) think of Hay (F major) ley Williams?) Fuck her,
Wolf Haley robbing them
(E major) I'll crash that fucking (E flat major) airplane that
(D major) that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn
esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
(G minor) I'm an over (A major) achiever,
(A flat minor) so how about I (A major) start a team (D major) of leaders
And pick up Stevie (A major) Wonder
to be (D major) the wide receiver
Green (A major) paper,
gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers
All I want, fuck money, diamonds and (D major) bitches,
don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got
something to feed 'em
It's some cooking books,
the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking
fucking fucking leaves
It's been a couple months,
and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
Verse 5
Uh, Wolf Haley (D major)
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang, (C sharp minor) (A major) yeah (D major)
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang, (C sharp minor) (A major) yeah
(D major) (D minor)
(D major) They say (D minor) success is (D major) the best revenge
Verse 6
So I beat DeShay up with (A major) the stack
of magazines I'm in
(D major) Oh, not again,
another critic writ (E major) ing report
(B major) I'm stabbing any (E major) blogging f (C sharp minor) aggot
hipster with a pitchfork (D major)
Still suicidal, I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler (C sharp minor) put this fuck
(F sharp minor) ing knife in my hand
(D major) I'm Wolf,
Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
And (C sharp major) I'm Wolf,
that was me who shoved a cock in your (C sharp minor) bitch
(D major) (What the fuck,
man?) Fuck (A major) the fame and all (D major) the hype, G
I just (A major) want to know if my
(A flat minor) father would ever (E major) like me
(E flat major) But I don't give a (D major) fuck,
so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin' goblin
(Fuck everything,
(C sharp major) man) That's what (F major) my conscience said
(D major) Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder,
now my (D major) conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had
is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words,
let me try this shit (C major)
Dead
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