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Tyler, The Creator - New Magic Wand (Lyrics) "Don't call me selfish..This 60/40 isn't workin"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Jerrod Carmichael
Jerrod Carmichael
Spoken Word
Jessy Wilson
Jessy Wilson
Background Vocals
Santigold
Santigold
Background Vocals
Siluetes 61
Siluetes 61
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Mixing Engineer
MeMiceElfani
MeMiceElfani
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Josh Sellers
Josh Sellers
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window I saw a photo, you looked joyous My eyes are green, I eat my veggies I need to get her out the picture She's really fuckin' up my frame She's not developed like we are Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New magic, new magic, new magic wand Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone New magic, new magic, new magic wand My brother said I'm on the spectrum Don't call me selfish, I ain't sharin' This 60/40 isn't workin' I want a hundred of your time, you're mine Please don't leave me now Please don't leave me now (don't leave) Please don't leave me now Please don't leave me now (don't leave) Please don't leave me now (like magic, like magic, like magic, gone, don't leave) Please don't leave me now (new magic, new magic, new magic wand, I can make her leave) Please don't leave me now (like magic, like magic, like magic, gone, don't leave) Please don't leave me now (new magic, new magic, woo! New magic wand) I wanna be found, passenger in your car (don't leave) You wanna give me mixed signals, don't park (I can make her leave) She's gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand We can finally be together Roll the dice, hit a seven, sure you right Beginner's luck? You're not my first, who gives a fuck? Your other one? Evaporate, we celebrate You're under oath, now pick a side, and if you don't I'll pick you both (run, run, run, run) (Run, run, run, run) It's not a joke, murder she wrote Ayo, take one look in the mirror, implications so clear I live life with no fear, except for the idea that one day you won't be here I will not fetch the ball Eyes are green, I eat my vegetables It has nothin' to do with that broad But if it did, guarantee she'd be gone, well I've got a plan, but the walking depends If you can understand, I'm a hawk in the gym Eyes on the prize, got weight on my chest That I need to get off, I ain't talkin' to them Can't be in the picture if it got no frame And let the world know 'cause I ain't got no shame Blow the whole spot up 'cause I ain't- I want to share last names, I want to be your number one Not the other one, keep it on the low I'm in my right mind, keep it on a high Janis Joplin, spillin' feelin's, now I'm out here moppin' 'em Four on the floor, pack up your bags, we hit the store Grab our supplies, no need for mask, bust through the door Get the job done like retirement, I admit you look concerned New magic wand
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