Tyler, The Creator – Sag Harbor

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Hip-hop innovator Tyler, The Creator wraps up 2025 with a standout holiday-season freestyle titled “Sag Harbor.” Quietly released on Christmas Day, the track serves as both a reflective recap of his landmark year and a confident look toward what lies ahead.

Built on light, sun-soaked production, “Sag Harbor” finds Tyler in an introspective yet assured mode. He touches on major milestones including chart-topping success, global touring, personal growth, and future ambitions, all delivered with his signature creative flair and sharp lyricism.

Named after the iconic Long Island town, the song blends vivid luxury imagery with personal reflection, showcasing Tyler’s ability to turn everyday observations into compelling storytelling. The freestyle format gives the track a relaxed, authentic feel while still carrying weight and intention.

The accompanying visual concludes with a heartfelt thank-you message to fans, making the release feel both celebratory and forward-looking—a fitting close to an impactful year.

Listen and download “Tyler, The Creator – Sag Harbor” MP3 below and experience one of 2025’s most reflective hip-hop moments. 🎧🔥

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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, just talk some **** for a se—
(Cobra, heart) Uh
(Cobra, heart)
These things got shine upon no door (Ayy), door (Brother), uh (Ayy, nigga)
These things got shine upon no door, storm

[Verse 1]
Uh, lampin’ in the Hamptons
Looking for estates, not a mansion
Scanning for the acreage in the pamphlet
I think this the big one, Sanford
Son got his fourth number one in a row, I’m a champion (Woo)
Don’t tap the glassy, rather tap the pedal on the chassi’
Call it Jasper, it’s blowin’ gassy
Them boys ain’t got no rhythm, uptempo got em aggy
She spongin’ up my plankton, it got her moving crabby
Took the plane to Martha (Phew), damn, how much it cost ya?
Blink and it’s 182, Travis Barker
But this the baby one, this the larva
Easier to gеt from Sag Harbor, all bargain, all August, Australia
Picked up another bag, no garbage
I’m tirеd if we keeping it facts, huh, huh
Fuck work, bro, I need to relax, huh, huh
Piece of mind, what I need to get back, yeah, uh

[Break]
(Cobra, heart) These things got shine upon no door, door
Uh (Cobra, heart), these things got shine upon no door, door

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m grindin’ like it’s ’02 (Grinding), beating on the table
I’m tryna tag a hundred million dollars out the label (Boring)
To you, that’s just a fable
I’ll show up with a camera and ruler, just in case it’s hard for them to get my angle
I’m with my nigga Lionel, uh
Bluffing on an island, uh
Talkin’ bout a village we can build, I’m feeling tribal, uh
Freedom is my destination, praying that it’s final
Ship that car for three M’s, and they forgot to send the title, goddamn it
The moment where your idol is your rival (Woo)
I’m flying through the fire, and I ain’t break a sweat yet
I keep a lil’ water in the vial (Woof)
Nino brown necklace, custom-made Lexus
Lust in my body made commitment see the exit
I pray to God I settle down and stop the second-guessin’
Guilt from **** got me emotionally regressin’
Until then, I’m pollywog leaping in affection, now, I

[Break]
These things got shine upon no door, door, uh (T-that guilt follow me like a bird or something)
These things got shine upon no door, door

[Verse 3]
Ayy, I gave niggas shoulders they can cry on
I ain’t like their nature so I had to switch the biome
They ain’t seein’ green from me, I’m switching to an iPhone
Fuck who y’all calling the best, I seen their ticket sales (Tch), give it a rest
They got y’all craniums hexed, I’m on the road to doin’ stadiums next
But y’all keep counting me out, like, what’s the cheat code?
Clumsy-ass niggas still worried about a street code
We supposed to own the ball and y’all worried bout shooting free throws
For dumb dollas (Uh), don dadas (Uh), from sun dodgers
The catalyst to all the world’s problems
White bitches saying period at end of the sentence
But wouldn’t let the black girls they copy inside their kitchen (Man, you a coon, shut up)
Listen, shit, I be off the coast bro
Away from these crumbs countin’ bread, eatin’ toast, bro
Backseat of the Phantom, tell the driver move it slow mo’ (Uh)
I want them to see me like the bottom of a boat, bro
Buddy bad mouth me so we clean ’em with the scope, bro (Phew-phew-phew)
We don’t brush it off, we keep a stick to chew and blow bro, big pause
You need a big jaw to talk these numbers (Uh)
I’m giving niggas time to tuck they summer
The ears yellow like the two niggas that spaz on Frontin’ (Damn)
Forty fumes, only gas I’m puffin’ (Phew-phew)
Nigga, it’s nothin’, come get with me, roof

[Outro]
Huh, bitch
(Cobra, heart) These things got shine upon no door, door
(Door, door; Cobra) Niggas gon’ ride to this (Door; Heart), for all the moments
Yeah