Tyler, The Creator – Balloon (Guitar)

C#
Yeah, we ain't talkin' to your dumb ass

B
You could be a millionaire and still be a bum ass

A#m
Boy, I been in a dream, I been on the—

C#
Why I work so hard? My soul profit

B
Why I can't settle down? I like options

A#m
Why I hate small talk? I like topics

A                                          C#
House shoppin', I'm a pig, I love coppin', ugh

                         B
No BBLs, I like A-cups, ugh

A#m
Ugh, niggas run they mouth, bro, the race up

A                              B     C#
Everything real here, no lace front, okay

                              B
Like bells during December, I slay

                                    A#m
I don't even like girls, bitch, I'm way up, too hot

   A                                              C#
Bitch, I'm on my own dick, I don't need your box, ugh

                 B
Fuck them regrets, call them and get all that weight off your chest

A#m
Got my brothers here, we the Wayans

A                         B       C#
Not my only girl, but you my favorite

                                         B
I've been flyin' high, where's the pavement?

                            A#m     A
Pray for me, can I get an amen?

C#
Ooh (Don't stop—)

B
(Don't stop—)

             A#m
Can I get a amen? (Don't stop—)

A             B
(Don't stop—)

C#                            B
I'll air this bitch out like balloon (Don't stop, don't stop—)

                              A#m
I'll send his bitch ass to the moon

C#
Aight, where the swamp is?

B
Flyest bitch up in the room, I need a cockpit

            A#m
I need some PETA for this pussy, they want the croc' print

      A                               B
I'm finna air these DL niggas out the closet

       C#
I let it in (Let it in), I let it out (Let it out)

B
I'm a bi bitch, but I need that pussy now

   A#m
If he is gay, then I am gay, and we are nouns (We are nouns)

A                               B
Me and Tyler finna take your bitch down

    C#
Oui oui, merci

       B
Keep it cute when you're in my city

      A#m
I'm 5'2", A-cup titties

             A                          B
I don't need you 'cause I already fuck me

                C#
I don't need a Range when I got an airboat

                 B
I don't need a plane, 'cause their airboat float

       A#m
Out in New York, walk around bare-toed

               A                             B
I don't need a passport, I'm a swamp bitch, oh

C#
(Don't stop—) Don't stop

B
(Don't stop—) Don't stop

A#m
(Don't stop—) Don't stop

A
(Don't stop—)

C#
I'll air this bitch out like a queef

B
I'll send your ass back to the streets

A#m
I'll spray your whole block with le FLEUR*

A
He gon' eat this pussy up 'cause it's sweet

C#
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

B
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

A#m
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

A                          B
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

C#
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

B
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop

A#m
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Don't stop