Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler, The Creator
Vocals
Domo Genesis
Vocals
Frank Ocean
Vocals
Hodgy Beats
Vocals
Mike G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Breaux
Songwriter
Tyler Okonma
Songwriter
Dominique Marquis Cole
Songwriter
Gerard Long
Songwriter
Michael Griffin II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyler Okonma
Producer
Brian "Big Bass" Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Syd Tha Kyd
Recording Engineer
Wolf Haley
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
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 hold of Taco and Jasper, but
But I just brought all your friends here to talk to you
'Cause they, they're really worried about you
I thought it would be better if they could talk to you
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
I'm the flyest when it come to this, fire when I come to spit
I am gettin' 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
That's another couple bitches crying when I kick 'em out
[Verse 3]
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 4]
And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the park
I walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy 'Preme snapback
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
[Verse 5]
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?
Uh-huh, Wolf Gang, where we at (Wolf Gang)
[Verse 6]
Swell motions get promotions to my whole team
Hell yeah, I smoke weed 'cause I like to go green
Professor Beats educates ****, 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
Yo' bitch is coming along, yeah, she hum to my song
Sing 'em like they were for her, but they were for the blur
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
Where we at? Where we at?
Where we, we on top of the world
On top of the world, ****, top of the world
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
And the only thing blocking me is paparazzi
Now it's gold Rolexes 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 saying every single Friday is black
Took your bitch, you ain't gettin' her back, 'cause she know
Where we at, ****, where we at, ****
Uh, we on top of the world, on top of the world
[Verse 11]
Where we at? Where we at, ****?
Where we at?
Where the fuck we at, man?
Y'all **** don't know me
Huh, where we at?
[Verse 12]
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
[Verse 13]
But when I do, Clancy and Dave 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
[Verse 14]
Can we get backstage, man?
No, faggot, it's sold out
Come on, why you holdin' 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 15]
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
[Verse 16]
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?
[Verse 17]
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
[Verse 18]
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 ****, cheer it
Dead parents everywhere, it's smelling like teen spirit
Okay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building
[Refrain]
Fuck this
****, what the fuck?
****, what the fuck are you doing?
You just gon'–
****, hold on, hold on, ****
I'm sorry
All the shit we been through, can we just fucking talk about this?
I'm sorry
****, you just gon' shoot me and my m–
I'm sorry
The fuck did I just do?
Fuck, oh, shit
[Refrain]
Tyler, Tyler, give me the gun
Give me the gun
What the fuck, man, what the fuck
I'm so fucked
I don't know what, I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, man
I don't, oh, fuck, dude
I gotta hide the fucking, I gotta hide the fucking bodies
[Refrain]
You're supposed to fucking help me
I was gonna help you, Tyler
The fuck
Calm down, I'm here to help you
Fuck!
Fuck!
[Outro]
I'm gonna give you space, we'll figure all of this out
You don't have to worry about a thing
Written by: Christopher Breaux, D. Cole, G. Long, M. Griffin II, Tyler Okonma
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