Music Video

2SEATER
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Aaron Shaw
Aaron Shaw
Saxophone
Samantha Nelson
Samantha Nelson
Background Vocals
Austin Feinstein
Austin Feinstein
Electric Guitar
Crystal Anne Tillman
Crystal Anne Tillman
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Recording Engineer
Syd Bennett
Syd Bennett
Recording Engineer
Mick Guzauski
Mick Guzauski
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Michael Aaron Einziger
Michael Aaron Einziger
Additional Producer

Lyrics

We can speed in my 2 seater Girl I got a 2 seater Speed in my 2 seater In my 2 seater 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 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 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 You got a warranty don't care If you scratching rims again We can speed in my 2 seater Girl I got a 2 seater Speed in my 2 seater In my 2 seater 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 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 from McDonalds Boy, I'm a king and I ain't lying, boy, hakuna matata Better watch for them hyenas if you flex then they swarm Cashing so many checks they're calling him Tyler O-Comma I'm tryna ball like I was Domo O'Connor in '09 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 By pounds, I mean in Give it till 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 killing it Back when Left Brain had the hightop fade And we would go skate on them concrete 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!) 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... Blows, when it 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, 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 Listening to Mac DeMarco Hanging out the roof window Switch to third gear turbo Skrting on these niggas Skrting on these bitches Listening to Mac DeMarco Hanging out the roof window Switch to third gear turbo Skrting on these niggas Skrting on these bitches 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 Yeah, man, what's good man, you good? I've been chilling, man I've been doing some push-ups and shit For real? 50 a day... Oh w-w-wait... is that that nigga Tyler? I think so Bitch ass nigga, here he comes, man Fck this nigga, man, 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 Ay, man, I see you with your little girl Sh-she looks... okay. Alright, ya'll good, man, alright! Ay, your feature don't start for another 20 minutes So you can go get your shit up, I can go and get 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, 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 starts whenever Ight, man, I'mma see you Ight, my nigga... ight Fucking faggot, man, I swear to God Yeah This nigga bitch weak too! Yeah, she is God dammit! I'd still fuck!
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