Tyler, The Creator, Mike G, Hodgy, Frank Ocean, Domo Genesis - Window lyrics

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

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?

And five minutes from suicide
I biked it to the park
I walked onto the block, met a guy
Burgundy 'Preme snap back (Wolf)
Hurling himself at cars
And flirting with blonde Cadillacs (Aah)
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 (Where we at?)
Now, where we at? Where we at? Wolf Gang
Where we at? (Wolf Gang)

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 give
You 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 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 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

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 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 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, 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
Rebel nigga
Cheer it, dead parents everywhere
It's smelling like teen spirit
Okay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building!

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! Shit)
I'm your friend (Crying)
You're in your good space with
Me we'll figure all of
This out you don't have to
Worry about a thing