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

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

2: Frank]
And five minutes from suicide, I it to the park
I walked the block, met a guy, burgundy 'Preme snap-back
Hurling himself and cars, and flirting blonde Cadillacs
All was great, all was great, Frankie had the blues in
Bunch of pale girls, pretty, but they booty flat
Teenage males, tell, I was going through
And had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer 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 several but I had to bring that pattern back
We inside a house that says f*ck 'em on the welcome mat
Deep inside the ear canals of Bill O'Reilly's 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
Professor educates n*ggas, let me proceed
Shine chandelier mike, if your nose bleeds
We at ordering that 306
Milk and glaze is the gold mix me
Your b*tch is coming along, yeah she hum to my
Singing like they were for her, but they were for the
No longer, but we working, premature,
She's unsure, I'm for sure, blouse and and my shirt
On the floor then it up, out the door, door
Chased an imaginary friend, a absorption
the dream 'til it has an abortion
Where we at? We on top of the

4: Mike]
Everything say I'd never have, I'm seeing
Now, I bet they see that we like All-Star Weekend
Always the most cool, they chase our shade
say life switches pace when you got shit made
So I'm just tryna get paid, don't you the days
When dreams were the only thing that kept you sane
And too often think that they could stop me
Now every show we makin' half a
And the only thing blocking me is
Now it's Rolex's if they try to clock me
Everything stays in the box fighters in hockey
Miss me if you're thinking we slack, hard
I got the world saying every single is black
Took your b*tch, you ain't getting her back, she know
Where we at n*gga? We on top of the

Tyler]
Where we at,
Where the we at, man? You n*ggas don't know me, huh
we at?

[Verse 5:
Down to f*cking Earth, huh, to f*cking Earth, huh
F*ck everybody, here goes extra girth Sir
You f*cking critics are making my hurt
Since I'm saying f*ck everybody I guess that I'm a f*cking
My window is a book and I'm a f*cking
phones to call home but the line is off the hook
My mom paid the bill, guess I can't pay it either
I signed a f*cking deal yet but when I do
Clancy and Dave are to take a that
pay the whole city's f*cking mortgage
Hopefully I a lot porn from touring in f*cking Oregon
From playing organs and hopefully I can pay the bill
Shit is getting real, people begin to
I'm changing, but their complaining making big f*cking deals
About some shit, they b*tch and (Can we get backstage man?)
No, faggot, it's sold out (Come on why you out
I though we was boys, without me, you be Tyler the Creator
You're from the Derby, I can tell you perform
A can't 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 roaming the fox be
And I be where, cares
I try to "F*ck age, live dreams, and have fun"
(Here's some give a f*ck, cake) Oh, maybe I should have
(Asshole, have none) How can I wake up on the wrong
Of the bed, when I don't even f*cking one?
When I'm on stage I feel important
A whole f*cking assortment of children that's Ritalin
the teacher said that the therapist wasn't feeling him
You gotta be kidding me
At school I was a zero, now I'm every hero
And they fear it when they hear it when that f*cker's reciting my lyrics
Yeah n*gga cheer it, dead parents everywhere
It's smelling like spirit.. okay, f*ck it, Elvis has left the building