Window Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

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 

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 

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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? 

Photos 

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, imature 

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 

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 

Where we at, niggas? 

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 Dave are to take a percentages 

That could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage 

Hopefully I make a lot porn 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 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