Window (feat. Domo Genesis)

[Intro: 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 to talk to you

Because, they're really worried about you

I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you

[Verse 1: Domo]

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

[Verse 2: Frank]

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?

[Verse 3: 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 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, 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? We on top of the world

[Verse 4: Mike]

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

[Interlude: Tyler]

Where we at, niggas?

Where the fuck we at, man? You niggas don't know me, huh

Where we at?

[Verse 5: Tyler]

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 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 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 can 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