Yonkers
Tyler the Creator Lyrics


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Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
Yeah

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no, I'm not
Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (shit)
You tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening

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', and this isn't a fucking hotline
For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past six and going 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 bowling, 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 fucking 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 robbing them
I'll crash that fucking airplane that 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
I'm an over achiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
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 something to feed 'em
It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Uh, Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang, yeah
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang, yeah

They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again, another critic writing report
I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
I just want to know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin' goblin
(Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement




Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit
Dead

Overall Meaning

Tyler the Creator's song Yonkers is a mix of self-deprecation, shock value, and introspection. Tyler uses the song to discuss his inner demons, including suicidal thoughts, as he raps about his contradictions, bizarre sexual experiences, and his disdain for the music industry. He starts by referring to himself as a "walking paradox" since he is doing things that seem to contradict each other but makes sense to him. This reference to self is continued with Tyler's lines on his desire to have threesomes with a Triceratops, a fictional extinct dinosaur. The reference also represents Tyler's love for the odd and weird things that often make others uncomfortable.


Tyler also references his synthetic wig made of Anwar's dreadlocks which represents the lengths he will go to express himself. Tyler has often been seen wearing outrageous costumes and hairdos, all of which he uses to stand out from the norm. Another highlight of the song is Tyler's reference to his therapist, whom he refers to in the song as not helpful. Tyler is telling the listener that he seeks help, but he is not getting the help he needs. This may also indicate the stigmatized attitude towards mental health in society.


In conclusion, "Yonkers" is a personal tract of Tyler, the Creator's artistry, life, and eccentricities. Beyond its graphic content, the song stands as a symbol for the artist's resistance to society's normality and mainstream.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no, I'm not
I'm a person who embodies contrasting characteristics and beliefs, but I'm not necessarily confused or conflicted about them.


Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar
I engage in sexual acts with imaginary creatures and characters from television shows.


Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
I'm making fun of famous musicians who are deaf or hard of hearing, while also performing my own style of music.


Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
I wear fake hair made from the dreadlocks of a person named Anwar.


Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
I have a solid foundation and am very resilient, like the town of Bedrock from the Flintstones cartoon.


Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones
I'm able to turn something worthless, like fishbones from a weak person, into something valuable, like crack cocaine.


This nigga Jasper tryna get grown, About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom
My friend Jasper is trying to act older and be with several women in my bedroom.


Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and shit
I'm going to swallow cinnamon and then write about my sins or wrongdoings.


While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men (Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (shit)
My friend Syd is revealing that she's been with men sexually, but I don't want to hear it and suggest she talk to my therapist instead.


Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses, I told him to quit bitchin', and this isn't a fucking hotline
I'm making a joke about Jesus getting upset at people insulting him, and suggest he stop complaining because I'm not a therapist or hotline for him to talk to.


For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine, And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm already seeing a therapist, but I don't feel like it's helping me and I'm wasting my time.


I'm clocking three past six and going postal
It's 6:03 and I'm getting extremely angry and violent.


This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's
I'm seeking revenge on the people who have wronged me, and I have 9 people who are ready to help me and are armed with guns.


This ain't no V. Tech shit or Columbine, But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
I'm not planning a school shooting, but after bowling I went home to watch a TV show called Adventure Time.


(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (yeah), And danced around the house in all-over print panties
I took some prescription drugs called Xanax and danced around my house in colorful underwear.


My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me, I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
My mother isn't here to understand me, but I'm not homosexual, I just want to dance to Marvin Gaye's music.


(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing them, I'll crash that fucking airplane that 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
I don't think highly of musician Hayley Williams, and I'm threatening to rob her with my alter ego Wolf Haley, as well as harm other famous musicians like B.o.B and Bruno Mars.


I'm an over achiever, so how about I start a team of leaders, And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver, Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers
I'm ambitious and plan to form a group of successful people, including blind musician Stevie Wonder, and will use money and valuable possessions to raise them. I also want a pregnant golden retriever.


All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em, But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em
I don't care about materialistic things or women, but I'm looking for overweight women to satisfy sexually.


It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em, Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves
I have some cooking books, but black kids weren't interested in them. I also have a green hat with chia plants growing out of it.


It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
It's been a few months and Tina still hasn't straightened her hair with a perm treatment, which is frustrating to me.


They say success is the best revenge, So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
People say success is a good way to get back at those who wronged you, so I physically attacked DeShay with magazines that featured me.


Oh, not again, another critic writing report, I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork
I'm annoyed at yet another person criticizing me, so I'm figuratively attacking bloggers and hipsters with a pitchfork for their opinions.


Still suicidal, I am, I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand
I still have thoughts of killing myself, and the alter ego Wolf is a representation of my destructive tendencies.


I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head, And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
The alter ego Wolf is associated with violence and sexual aggression.


(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G, I just want to know if my father would ever like me, But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me, A motherfuckin' goblin
I don't care about fame or popularity, and instead just want to know if my father approves of me, but I'm also indifferent to his opinion because I see myself as a monster or outcast.


(Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said, Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead, Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
I am feeling a great sense of nihilism and disregard for anything and everything in life. Even my conscience, which I see as a guide or moral compass, has abandoned me or been destroyed.


Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, Dead
I think my violent behavior is more impactful than anything else I do, so I'm going to act out these tendencies. The song ends with the line 'Dead,' which suggests that this mindset or behavior has negative consequences.




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Written by: Tyler Okonma

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@videocritic8460

Im not sure how, but I have been genuinely suicidal for several months. Like pain is gone, means are there, getting ready to pick a date.

Watching this made me curious about art and meaning. I saw a profoundly intelligent and expressive person communicating in such an information dense manner.

This made me decide to go out and seek more art, and more artists.

The final scene, of hanging, brought a terrible sense of finality. All the potential and beauty ended, made still and dead.

It made me think of my body being found, and the tragedy that would be.

This song and its video saved my life. Thank you.



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