Tyler, The Creator just wrapped 2025 like a boss with a stealth Christmas drop, and SAG HARBOR feels like that quiet exhale after a year of nonstop wins—raw bars over a beat that hums like a late-summer drive down the coast.
This one’s pure Tyler alchemy: self-produced hip-hop with a meditative pulse that builds from chill introspection to these sharp, cinematic swells. Clocking in around three minutes, it’s got that signature wordplay stacked high—think “she spongin’ up my plankton, it got her moving crabby” twisting everyday flexes into surreal snapshots.
Lyrically, it’s a victory lap through the Hamptons haze, name-dropping estates and acreage while venting about label games, emotional baggage, and that itch for real freedom. But don’t sleep on the bite: he flips from grinding like it’s 2002 to calling out fake street codes and cultural blind spots, like white folks gatekeeping their own trends. It’s reflective rap at its most unfiltered, blending braggadocio with those vulnerable cracks about guilt chasing you like a shadow.
Dropped silently on his YouTube channel yesterday, December 25, no fanfare, just the track and a video that pairs those bars with moody visuals of luxury escapes and subtle nods to his Odd Future roots. Fans lit up the comments calling it a “nice Christmas present,” praising the majestic production and how it lands calm but heavy, like Tyler doesn’t miss even on a whim. No features, all him—writer, beatmaker, director—echoing that independent streak he’s honed since Chromakopia blew up earlier this year.
Tyler’s been on a tear in 2025, snagging his fourth straight number one and turning heads with stadium-level energy, but SAG HARBOR shows him evolving again: less chaos, more poised reckoning with success’s double edge. Whispers from his camp hint at “Some Raps” landing August 2026, so this could be the teaser for that rawer side. It’s him reminding us why he stays unpredictable—dropping heat when the world’s least expecting it, keeping the fire personal and potent.
Dive into the SAG HARBOR lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Tyler, The Creator tracks for more of his unfiltered fire.
| Lead Vocals | Tyler, The Creator |
| Songwriter | Tyler, The Creator |
| Music Producer | Tyler, The Creator |
| Label | Tyler, The Creator |
| Release Date | December 25, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Tyler, The Creator |
Lyrics of SAG HARBOR by Tyler, The Creator
[Intro]
Ayy, Ayy, Just Talk Some Sh** For A Se—
(Cobra, Hot) Uh
(Cobra, Hot)
These Things Got Shine Upon No Door (Ayy), Boy (Brother), Uh (Ayy, Nigga)
These Things Got Shine Upon No Boy, Storm
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 Agg’y
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 Get From Sag Harbor, All Bargain, All August, Australia
Picked Up Another Bag, No Garbage
I’m Tired If We Keeping It Facts, Huh, Huh
F**k Work Bro, I Need To Relax, Huh, Huh
Piece Of Mind, What I Need To Get Back, Yeah, Uh [Break]
These Things Got Shine Upon No Boy, Door, Uh
These Things Got Shine Upon No Door, Door [Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m Grindin’ Like Its ’02 (Grinding), Beating On The Table
I’m Tryna Tag 100 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 [?])
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
F**k 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), Sun Dodgers
The Catalyst To All The World’s Problems
White B**ches Saying Period At End Of The Sentence
But Wouldn’t Let The Black Girls They Copy Inside Of Their Kitchen
(Man, You A Coon, Shut Up)
Listen, Shit, I Be Off The Coast Bro
Away From These Crumbs Spending Bread And Eating 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 (Pop)
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)
Ferrari Fumes Only Gas I’m Puffin’ (Phew-phew)
Nigga, It’s Nothin’, Come Get With Me, Roof
[Outro]
Huh, B**ch
These Things Got Shine Upon No Door,
Door, Door (Niggas Gon’ Ride To This)
For All The Moments, Yeah
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