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Tyler we ah, I know it's short notice but I all your friends here
For reason I couldn't get a hold of Taco and Jasper
But, I just brought all friends to talk to you
Because, they're worried about you
I thought it be better if, they could talk to you

[Verse 1:
It was all a dream, I used to read Complex
I rhyme I'm tryna get pictures in High Times
Smoke and see my dreams hanging in the sky line
Swanton off the bed into a fine dime
In my mind I'm just smoke the finest
And get high sticking bad in vaginas
I'm the flyest when it come to this, fire when I to spit
I am getting when the lighter comes in front of this
I'm a stoner yeah, yeah, you get the picture now
30 thousand gonna make it hard for me to simmer down
Another flight, another beat, city, wow
Thus another couple b*tches crying I kick 'em out
we at? We on top of the world

[Verse 2:
And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the
I walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy snap-back
himself and cars, and flirting with blonde Cadillacs
All was great, all was great, had the blues in fact
Bunch of hipster girls, pretty, but they booty flat
Teenage males, couldn't tell, I was through
And had a wallet of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost black
Parked in the studio Bastard's recorded at
Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco,
Sydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and
Bet I'm missing but I had to bring that pattern back
We live inside a house that says 'em on the welcome mat
Deep inside the ear of Bill O'Reilly's daughter that's
Where I'm at? Now we at? Wolf Gang, where we at?

3: Hodgy]
Swell motions get promotions, to my whole
Hell yeah I smoke weed I like to go green
Beats educates n*ggas, let me proceed
Shine chandelier mike, if your nose bleeds
We at Randy's ordering 306
and glaze is the greed gold mix me
Your b*tch is coming along, she hum to my song
Singing like were for her, but they were for the blur
No longer, but we working, premature,
unsure, I'm for sure, blouse and dress and my shirt
On the floor pick it up, out the door, door
an imaginary friend, a reverie absorption
Impregnate the 'til it has an abortion
we at? We on top of the world

[Verse 4:
Everything they say I'd never have, I'm
Now, I bet they see that we balling All-Star Weekend
Always the most cool, they chase our shade
They say life switches when you got shit made
So I'm just tryna get paid, don't you remember the
When your dreams were the only thing kept you sane
And too often they think they could stop me
Now every we makin' half a Maserati
And the only thing me is paparazzi
Now it's gold Rolex's if they try to me
stays in the box like fighters in hockey
Miss me if you're thinking we slack, work
I got the world saying every single Friday is
Took your b*tch, you ain't getting her back, cause she
Where we at We on top of the world

[Interlude:
Where we at,
Where the f*ck we at, man? You don't know me, huh
we at?

[Verse 5:
Down to Earth, huh, down to f*cking Earth, huh
everybody, here goes some extra girth Sir
You f*cking critics are my nerves hurt
Since I'm f*ck everybody I guess that I'm a f*cking pervert
My window is a and I'm a f*cking crook
Stealing phones to call but the line is off the hook
My mom ain't paid the bill, guess I pay it either
I signed a f*cking deal yet but when I do
Clancy and Dave are to a percentages that
pay the whole city's f*cking mortgage
Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in Oregon
From playing piano and hopefully I can pay the bill
Shit is real, people begin to feel
Like I'm changing, but their complaining making big deals
About some shit, they and pout (Can we get backstage man?)
No, faggot, sold out (Come on why you holding out
I though we was boys, without me, you wouldn't be Tyler the
You're the Derby, I can tell whenever you perform
A leopard change it's spots) But I'm a f*cking unicorn
(Whatever man) Look, you can't stop me, I'm going full
F*ck that, I'm Hitler, a f*cking Nazi
Wolf Gi-di-dang you be where the fox be
And I be where, anybody
I try to preach "F*ck age, live dreams, and fun"
(Here's some a f*ck, cake) Oh, maybe I should have some
(Asshole, have none) How can I wake up on the wrong
Of the bed, I don't even f*cking have one?
When I'm on that stage I feel
A whole f*cking assortment of children that's taking
Because the teacher that the therapist wasn't feeling him
You be f*cking kidding me
At school I was a zero, now I'm every boy's
And they fear it when they hear it when that little f*cker's my lyrics
Yeah n*gga cheer it, dead parents everywhere
smelling like teen spirit.. okay, f*ck it, Elvis has left the building