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Window Lyrics - Artist : Tyler, The Creator
[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 here to talk to you Because 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 tryna 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 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? 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 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, Bimmer 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? Wolf Gang, where we at? (Wolf Gang) [Hodgy:] 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 might make 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 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? 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 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? Where we at, nigga? Uh, we on top of the world, on top of the world [Tyler, The Creator:] Where we at, where we at, niggas? Where we at? 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 David are taking percentages That could pay the whole fucking city's mortgage Hopefully, I make a lot of porridge 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 thought 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? ("Shit, I don't know") 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 fuck is 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! [Tyler The Creator, Hodgy:] Fuck, take this! Nigga, what the f— (Hodgy) Nigga, what the fuck are you doin'? You just gon— Nig— hold on, hold on, nigga, can— (I'm sorry) Ay, nigga, all the shit that we been through, can we just fuckin' talk about this? (I'm sorry) Nigga, you just gon' shoot me in my moth— I'm sorry, fuck... the fuck did I just do? Fuck! Ah shit! Tyler... (Fuck, man) Tyler, give me the gun (Ah fuck) Give me the gun. (The fuck, man? The fuck?) It's gonna be alright (Ah fuck man, I'm fucked, I'm so fucked! Ah shit!) It's fine, Tyler, believe me I don't know why the f— I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, man, I don't f— It's gonna be okay (Ohh fuck dude M— Ahh) I gotta hide the fuckin— I can't hide the fuckin' bodies I'm here to help. I'm your friend (Now w—) You were supposed to fuckin' help me! I'm here to help you, Tyler. (The fuck!) Calm down, I'm here to help you. (Fuck! Agh!) I'm your friend You're in your good space with me. We'll figure all of this out. You don't have to worry about a thing |
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