Window-Tyler, The Creator

Window - Tyler The Creator Tyler we, ah I, I know it's short notice but I, I ah 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, they're really worried about you I thought it would be better if they could talk to you It was all a dream, I used to read Complex magazines When I rhyme I'm trying to get pictures in High Times Smoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the skyline Swanton bomb off the bed into a fine dime In my mind I'm just trying to 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**ches crying when I kick 'em out Where we at? Where we at? Where we at? Where we at? We on top of the world, where we at We on top of the world, where we at 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 blond Cadillac's All was great, all was great, 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 with Had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost black Parked in front the studio, 'Bastard'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**k '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? Where we at? Uh huh, Wolf Gang, where we at? Swell motions get promotions to my whole team Hell yeah, I smoke w**d 'cause I like to go green Professor Beats educates niggas, let me proceed Shine chandelier, bright mike if your nose bleeds We at Randy's, ordering that 306 Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix Me, your b**ch is coming along, yeah, she hum to my song Sing 'em like they were for her but they were for the blurt No longer but we working, 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 until it has an abortion Where we at? Where we at? Where we? We on top of the world On top of the world Ni**a, top of the world 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 trying to 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 stay 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**ch, you ain't getting her back 'Cause she know where we at, ni**a Where we at, ni**a? Uh We on top of the world, on top of the world Where we at, where we at, niggas? Where we at? Where the f**k we at, man? Y'all niggas don't know me, huh, where we at? Down to f**king earth, huh, down to f**king earth, huh F**k everybody, here goes some extra girth, sir You f**king critics are making my nerves hurt Since I'm saying f**k everybody I guess that I'm a f**king pervert My window is a book and I'm a f**king 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**king deal yet but when I do Clancy and Dave are to take a percentages That could pay the whole city's f**king mortgage Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in f**king 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 they're complaining, making big f**king deals About some sh*t, they b**ch and pout Can we get backstage, man? No, faggot, it's sold out Come on, why you holding out I thought we was boys, without me You wouldn't be Tyler the Creator Or you're from the Derby I can tell whenever you perform A leopard can't change it's spots But I'm a f**king unicorn Whatever, man Look, you can't stop me, I'm going full monty F**k that, I'm Hitler, everyone's a f**king Nazi Wolf Gi-di-dang you be roaming where the fox be And I be where anybody cares I try to preach, "F**k age, live dreams and have fun" Here's some, give a f**k, cake Oh, maybe I should have some Asshole, have none How can I wake up on the wrong side of the bed When I don't even f**king have one? When I'm on that stage I feel important A whole f**king assortment of children that's taking Ritalin Because the teacher said that the therapist wasn't feeling him You gotta be f**king kidding me In school I was a zero, now I'm every boy's hero And they fear it, you can hear it When that little f**ker's reciting my lyrics Yeah, rebel ni**a, cheer it, dead parents everywhere It's smelling like teen spirit, okay, f**k it Elvis has left the building