Tyler, The Creator Window lyrics

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 bitches 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, '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?
Where we at? Uh huh, 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
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
Nigga, 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 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 bitch, you ain't getting her back
'Cause she know where we at, nigga

Where we at, nigga? Uh
We on top of the world, on top of the world

Where we at, where we at, niggas?
Where we at? Where the fuck we at, man?
Y'all 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 they're 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 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 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

In school I was a zero, now I'm every boy's hero
And they fear it, you can hear it
When that little fucker's reciting my lyrics
Yeah, rebel nigga, cheer it, dead parents everywhere
It's smelling like teen spirit, okay, fuck it
Elvis has left the building