Window

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
 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 bitches crying when I kick 'em out
 Where we at? We on top of the world
 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 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
 And 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 fuck '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?
 Swell motions get promotions, to my whole team
 Hell yeah I smoke weed 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 bitch 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 working, premature, imature
 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
 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 shit 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 bitch, you ain't getting her back, cause she know
 Where we at nigga? We on top of the world
 Where we at, niggas?
 Where the fuck we at, man? You niggas don't know me, huh
 Where we at?
 Down to fucking Earth, huh, down to fucking Earth, huh
 Fuck everybody, here goes some extra girth Sir
 You fucking critics are making my nerves hurt
 Since I'm saying fuck everybody I guess that I'm a fucking pervert
 My window is a book and I'm a fucking 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 fucking deal yet
 But when I do Clancy and Dave are to take a percentages
 That could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage
 Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in fucking Oregon
 From playing piano organs and hopefully I can pay the bill
 Shit is getting real, people begin to feel
 Like I'm changing, but their complaining making big fucking deals
 About some shit, they bitch 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 fucking unicorn (Whatever man)
 Look, you can't stop me, I'm going full monty
 Fuck that, I'm Hitler, everyone's a fucking Nazi
 Wolf Gi-di-dang you be roaming where the fox be
 And I be where, anybody cares
 I try to preach "Fuck age, live dreams and have fun"
 (Here's some give a fuck, 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 fucking have one?
 When I'm on that stage I feel important
 A whole fucking assortment of children that's taking Ritalin
 Because the teacher said that the therapist wasn't feeling him
 You gotta be fucking kidding me
 At school I was a zero, now I'm every boy's hero and they fear it
 You hear it when that little fuckas reciting my lyrics, yeah I'm rebel nigga
 Cheer it, dead parents everywhere, it's smelling like teen spirit
 Okay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building