Artist: Tyler, the Creator f/ Domo Genesis, Frank Ocean, Hodgy Beats, Mike G Album: Goblin Song: Window Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {Tyler we uhh} {I, I know it's short notice but I} {I 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 cause} {They're really worried about you} {I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you} [Domo Genesis] It was all a dream, I used to read Complex magazines When I rhyme I'm tryin to get pictures in High Times Smoke trees and see my dreams hangin in the skyline Swanton bomb off the bed into a fine dime In my mind I'm just tryin to smoke the finest and get high stickin bad heinas in vaginas I'm the flyest when it come to this, fire when I come to spit I am gettin 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 cryin 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? [Frank Ocean] And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the park I walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy 'Preme snap-back Hurlin 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 with that 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 daughters that's, where I'm at - now where we at? Where we at, uh-huh, Wolf Gang, where we at? [Hodgy Beats] Swell motions give promotions, to my whole team Hell yeah I smoke weed cause I like to go green Professor Beats educates niggaz let me proceed Shine chandelier bright, might give you nose bleeds We at Randy's ordering that 306 Milk and glaze is the greeko mix me yo' bitch is cummin along, yeah she hum to my song Singin like they were for her, but they were for the blur No longer, but we weren't 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 [Mike G] Everything they say I'd never have, I'm seein Now I bet they see that we ballin 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 tryin 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 blockin me is paparazzi Now it's gold Rolexs if they try to clock me Everything stays in the box like fighters in hockey Miss me if you're thinkin we slack, work hard I got the world sayin every single +Friday+ is +Black+ Took your bitch, you ain't gettin her back Cause she know - where we at nigga? Where we at nigga? Uhh, we on top of the world, on top of the world [Tyler, the Creator] Where we at, where we at niggaz? Where we at?! Where the fuck we at man~?! Y'all niggaz don't know me Huh - WHERE WE AT? Down to fuckin Earth, huh? Down to fuckin 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 fuckin per-vert My window is a book, and I'm a fuckin crook stealin 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 fuckin deal yet But when I do, Clancy and Dave are to take a percentages that could pay the whole fucking city's mortgage Hopefully I make a lot of porridge from tourin in fuckin 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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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 roamin 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 fuckin have one? (Shit I don't know) When I'm on that stage I feel important A whole fuckin assortment of children that's takin Ritalin because the teacher said that the therapist wasn't feelin 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 can hear it when that little fucker's 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 {*gunshots and screaming*}