2SEATER (feat. Aaron Shaw, Samantha Nelson, and Austin Feinstein)
Tyler, The Creator
Hip-Hop/Rap
53.435
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Aaron Shaw
Saxophone
Austin Feinstein
Performer
Crystal Anne Tillman
Additional Vocals
Samantha Nicole Nelson
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Syd Bennett
Recording Engineer
Mick Guzauski
Mixing Engineer
Brian "Big Bass" Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Mike Einziger
Additional Producer
Songtexte
[Chorus]
We can speed in my 2 seater
Girl I got a 2 seater
Speed in my 2 seater
In my 2 seater
[Verse 1]
About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop
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, sure my shit is a M
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
Now AMG it's in, boy I will eat him Benz
New engine, you got that old shit with those deep rims
Him got a warranty don't care if him scratch him rims again
[Chorus]
We can speed in my 2 seater
Girl I got a 2 seater
Speed in my 2 seater
In my 2 seater
[Bridge]
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
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
And sometimes it's too much
[Verse 2]
I know some dudes that'll 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 in McDonalds
Boy, I'm a king and I ain't lyin', boy, hakuna matata
Better watch for them hyenas if you flex then they swarm
Been 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 kill the dark shit like I'm motherfucking Zimmerman
Turn around and lose pounds like I'm fucking Timbaland
And by pounds, I mean in ****
Give him till he cop brick like a wall with pig in it
Now money coming out the blue like cops are changing fits or shit
I'm killin' it
[Verse 3]
Back when Left Brain had the hightop fade
We would go skate on them concrete waves
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!)
[Bridge]
(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
[Bridge]
Blows, when it blows
When your hair 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 your hair blows
Hanging out the sunroof
[Bridge]
Listening to Mac DeMarco
Hanging out the roof window
Switch to third gear turbo
Skrting on these ****
Skrting on these bitches
Listening to Mac DeMarco
Yeah, hanging out the roof window
Switch to third gear turbo
Skrting on these ****
Skrting on these bitches
[Bridge]
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
Written by: Tyler Okonma
