Window

[Intro: Dr. TC]
Tyler we ah, I know it's short notice but I brought all your friends here
For some reason I couldn't get a hold of Taco and Jasper
But, I just brought all your friends to talk to you
Because, they're really worried about you
I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you

[Verse 1: Domo]
It was all a dream, I used to read Complex magazines
When I rhyme I'm tryna get pictures in High Times
Smoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the sky line
Swanton bomb off the bed into a fine dime
In my mind I'm just tryna smoke the finest
And get high sticking bad heinas in vaginas
I'm the flyest when it come to this, fire when I come to spit
I am getting higher when the lighter comes in front of this
I'm a stoner yeah, yeah, yeah you get the picture now
30 thousand feet gon' make it hard for me to simmer down
Another flight, another beat, another city, wow
Thus another couple b*tches crying when I kick 'em out
Where we at? We on top of the world

[Verse 2: Frank]
And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the park
I walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy 'Preme snap-back
Hurling himself at cars, and flirting with blonde Cadillacs
All was gray, all was gray, Frankie had the blues in fact
Bunch of pale hipster girls, pretty, but they booty flat
Teenage males, couldn't tell I was going through it
Had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost black
Parked in front the studio bast*rd's recorded at
Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco, Nakel
Sydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and Matt
Bet I'm missing several but I had to bring that pattern back
We live inside a house that says f*ck 'em on the welcome mat
Deep inside the ear canals of Bill O'Reilly's daughter that's
Where I'm at? Now where we at? Wolf Gang, where we at?

[Verse 3: Hodgy]
Swell motions get promotions, to my whole team
Hell yeah I smoke weed cause I like to go green
Professor Beats educates n*ggas, let me proceed
Shine chandelier bright might make your nose bleeds
We at Randy's ordering that 306
Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix me
Your b*tch is coming along, yeah she hum to my song
Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur
No longer, but we were in premature, immature
She's unsure, I'm for sure, blouse and dress and my shirt
On the floor then pick it up, out the door, door
Chased, an imaginary friend, a reverie absorption
Impregnate the dream 'til it has an abortion
Where we at? We on top of the world

[Verse 4: Mike G]
Everything they say I'd never have, I'm seeing
Now, I bet they see that we balling like All-Star Weekend
Always been the most cool, they chase our shade
They say life switches pace when you got sh*t made
So I'm just tryna get paid, don't you remember the days
When your dreams were the only thing that kept you sane
And too often they think that they could stop me
Now every show we makin' half a Maserati
And the only thing blocking me is paparazzi
Now it's gold Rolex's if they try to clock me
Everything stays in the box like fighters in hockey
Miss me if you're thinking we slack, work hard
I got the world saying every single Friday is black
Took your b*tch, you ain't getting her back, cause she know
Where we at n*gga? We on top of the world

[Interlude: Tyler]
Where we at, n*ggas?
Where the f*ck we at, man? You n*ggas don't know me, huh
Where we at?

[Verse 5: Tyler]
Down to f*cking Earth, huh, down to f*cking Earth, huh
f*ck everybody, here goes some extra girth Sir
You f*cking critics are making my nerves hurt
Since I'm saying f*ck everybody I guess that I'm a f*cking pervert
My window is a book and I'm a f*cking crook
Stealing phones to call home but the line is off the hook
My mom ain't paid the bill, guess I can't pay it either
I ain't signed a f*cking deal yet
But when I do Clancy and Dave are taking percentages
That could pay the whole f*cking city's mortgage
Hopefully I make a lot of porridge from touring in f*cking Oregon
From playing piano organs and hopefully I can pay the bill
sh*t is getting real, people begin to feel
Like I'm changing, but their complaining making big f*cking deals
About some sh*t, they b*tch and pout
(Can we get backstage man?) No, faggot, it's sold out
(Come on why you holding out, I though we was boys, without me
You wouldn't be Tyler the Creator, you're from the Dirty
I can tell whenever you perform, a leopard can't change it's spots)
But I'm a f*cking unicorn (Whatever man)
Look, you can't stop me, I'm going full monty
f*ck that, I'm Hitler, everyone's a f*cking Nazi
Wolf Gi-di-dang you be roaming where the fox be
And I be where, anybody cares
I try to preach "f*ck age, live dreams and have fun"
(Here's some give a f*ck, cake) Oh, maybe I should have some
(as*h*le, have none) How can I wake up on the wrong side
Of the bed, when I don't even f*cking have one?
When I'm on that stage I feel important
A whole f*cking assortment of children that's taking Ritalin
Because the teacher said that the therapist wasn't feeling him
You gotta be f*cking kidding me
At school I was a zero, now I'm every boy's hero and they fear it
You can hear it when that little f*ck is reciting my lyrics, yeah I'm rebel n*gga
Cheer it, dead parents everywhere, it's smelling like teen spirit
Okay, f*ck it, Elvis has left the building

[Gunshots]