Window

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

Tyler, we, uh... 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 here to talk to you

Because they're, they're really worried 'bout you

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

[Verse 1: 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

Thirty-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

[Chorus: Domo Genesis]

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?

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean & Tyler, The Creator]

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 (Ah)

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?)

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]

Now, where we at? Where we at?

Ah, Wolf Gang, where we at? (Wolf Gang)

[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 might give you nose bleeds

We at Randy's ordering that 306

Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix

Me, your bitch is comin' 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

[Chorus: Hodgy]

Where we at? Where we at? Where we–

We on top of the world, on top of the world

Nigga, top of the world

[Verse 4: Mike G]

Everything they say I'd never have, I'm seein'

Now, I bet they see 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 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 stay in the box like fighters in hockey

Miss me if you're thinking we slack, work hard

I got the world sayin' every single Friday is black

Took your bitch, you ain't getting her back, 'cause she know

[Chorus: Mike G, Tyler, The Creator]

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?

[Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator]

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 tourin' 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 its spots"

But I'm a fucking unicorn — "Whatever, man"

[Verse 6: Tyler, The Creator]

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")

And 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

[Outro: Tyler The Creator, Hodgy, Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]

[Gunshots]

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)

Ayy, 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 mouth—?

[Gunshot]

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 (Oh, fuck, dude, M— Ah)

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, fuck)

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