Lyrics Tyler, the Creator

Tyler, the Creator

Pothole

My mother warned me that some niggas ain't my right hand

To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man

His name is Clancy, I fancy him, gotta give him props

He half the reason why dealerships even let me cop

So now I'm speedin' and tryna drive away from the fact

That she was right, so I triple left, tryna double back

The streets are filled with some clues, like how I ain't notice that?

(How I ain't see that?) Fuck it, I seen some familiar stuff in the cul-de-sac

I pull up, get out, what up? I wanna help

But what you want for some, some niggas really don't want for themself

Now do I stay? Do I go? That's my dilemma

And traffic is picking up, if I don't leave I'ma get stuck (skrrt)

So I speed off, we talk barely and it seems awk..

-Ward, and I heard through some words that you off it

I got too much drive, don't wanna steer off path

And crash and get distracted

But I listen to that weather man 'cause it might rain

Keep my windshield wipers prepared 'cause y'all threw so much shade

And I got jacket in trunk, but that's in the front

I also got power for both of us if you're ever in need of jump

Just let me know, my nigga

I had to switch the gears on 'em

Fishtail in the rearview mir' on 'em (skrrrrrt!)

I had to switch the gears on 'em

You know, swerve, left turn, steerin' wheel on 'em

Nigga that's a pothole, watch out for the pothole

Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Snakes in the grass, but I walk

I got some new boots, on the back it says GOLF

So I be prepared for their bites, they're all talk

I left the condom in the grass so fuck off

Watchin' Clarence in a mansion with nobody in it

Young successful nigga, ride McLaren with no windows tinted

I draw my piggies when I'm in it 'cause it feels amazin'

The irony is I stopped eatin' bacon

Don't get it twisted, nigga, I'm still hungry, oh he lonely

All my friends talk about their hoes and tenderonies

All I can show 'em is a couple cars and more things

That I've made in the couple past month, he's on, please

Everyone is a sheep, me, a lone wolf

Nobody gon' make a peep 'cause everyone wants some wool

Since everyone is a sheep, not everyone here is cool

Man I'd rather drown in a pool by myself than fuck with their fleece

See, man, T-Man fans be seesaw

Wind blows, they go, which way, who knows?

One day, "Fuck no," the next day, "Okay"

But fuck y'all, I know that T is four for four

I just want that garden and that Batmobile

Good health, success, time on earth worthwhile

Find somebody who love me and raise a couple of lizards

But my vehicle's good for now, that's in a couple of miles

Now keep it pushin', nigga

I had to switch the gears on 'em

Fishtail in the rearview mir' on 'em (skrrrrrt!)

I had to switch the gears on 'em

You know, swerve, left turn, steerin' wheel on 'em

Nigga that's a pothole, watch out for the pothole

Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Fuck, okay, next one

Do-do-do-do-do-do

Gotta watch out for the potholes

Ooh, said watch out for the potholes