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Window (feat. Domo Genesis, Frank Ocean, Hodgy Beats & Mike G)

Tyler, The Creator

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tyler, The Creator

Tyler, The Creator

Vocals

Domo Genesis

Vocals

Frank Ocean

Vocals

Hodgy Beats

Vocals

Mike G

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christopher Breaux

Christopher Breaux

Songwriter

Tyler Okonma

Songwriter

Dominique Marquis Cole

Dominique Marquis Cole

Songwriter

Gerard Long

Songwriter

Michael Griffin II

Michael Griffin II

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brian Gardner

Mastering Engineer

Syd

Recording Engineer

Tyler, The Creator

Tyler, The Creator

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Tyler, we, uh

I know it's short notice, but I

I brought all your friends here

For some reason, I couldn't get hold of Taco and Jasper

But, I just brought all your friends 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 2]

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 find dime

In my mind, I'm just tryna smoke the finest

And get high, sticking bad heinas in vaginas

[Verse 3]

I'm the flyest when it come to this, fire when I come to spit

I'm 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

Thus another couple bitches crying when I kick 'em out

[Verse 4]

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 5]

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 6]

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

[Verse 7]

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

Your bitch is coming along, yeah, she hum to my song

Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur

[Verse 8]

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

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 that 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 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 gettin' her back 'cause she know

Where we at, ****, where we at, ****

Uh, we on the 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]

At 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

[Verse 19]

Fuck this

(****, what the fuck)

(****, what the fuck are you doing)

(You just got)

(Hold on, hold on, ****)

I'm sorry

(Ay, all the shit we been through, can we just talk about this)

I'm sorry

(****, you just gon' shoot me and my)

I'm sorry

The fuck did I just do

Fuck, oh, shit

[Verse 20]

(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

[Verse 21]

You're supposed to fucking help me

(I was gonna help you) The fuck

(Calm down, I'm here to help you) Fuck

(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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