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作曲 : D. Cole/T. Okonma/G. Long/Christopher Breaux/M. Griffin IIProduced by: Tyler, The CreatorTyler we ah, I know it's short notice but I brought all your friends hereFor some reason I couldn't get a hold of Taco and JasperBut, I just brought all your friends to talk to youBecause, they're really worried about youI thought it would be better if, they could talk to youIt was all a dream, I used to read Complex magazinesWhen I rhyme I'm tryna get pictures in High TimesSmoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the sky lineSwanton bomb off the bed into a fine dimeIn my mind I'm just tryna smoke the finestAnd get high sticking bad heinas in *******sI'm the flyest when it come to this, fire when I come to spitI am getting higher when the lighter comes in front of thisI'm a stoner yeah, yeah, yeah you get the picture now30 thousand feet gon' make it hard for me to simmer downAnother flight, another beat, another city, wowThus another couple ******* crying when I kick 'em outWhere we at? We on top of the worldAnd five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the parkI walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy 'Preme snap-backHurling himself at cars, and flirting with blonde CadillacsAll was gray, all was gray, Frankie had the blues in factBunch of pale hipster girls, pretty, but they booty flatTeenage males, couldn't tell I was going through itHad a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost blackParked in front the studio Bastard's recorded atEarl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco, NakelSydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and MattBet I'm missing several but I had to bring that pattern backWe live inside a house that says ******* 'em on the welcome matDeep inside the ear c*******s of Bill O'Reilly's daughter that'sWhere I'm at? Now where we at? Wolf Gang, where we at?Swell motions get promotions, to my whole teamHell yeah I smoke **** cause I like to go greenProfessor Beats educates *******s, let me proceedShine chandelier bright might make your nose bleedsWe at Randy's ordering that 306Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix meYour ******* is coming along, yeah she hum to my songSinging like they were for her, but they were for the blurNo longer, but we were in premature, immatureShe's unsure, I'm for sure, blouse and dress and my shirtOn the floor then pick it up, out the door, doorChased, an imaginary friend, a reverie absorptionImpregnate the dream 'til it has an abortionWhere we at? We on top of the worldEverything they say I'd never have, I'm seeingNow, I bet they see that we balling like All-Star WeekendAlways been the most cool, they chase our shadeThey say life switches pace when you got ******* madeSo I'm just tryna get paid, don't you remember the daysWhen your dreams were the only thing that kept you saneAnd too often they think that they could stop meNow every show we makin' half a MaseratiAnd the only thing blocking me is paparazziNow it's gold Rolex's if they try to clock meEverything stays in the box like fighters in hockeyMiss me if you're thinking we slack, work hardI got the world saying every single Friday is blackTook your *******, you ain't getting her back, cause she knowWhere we at *******? We on top of the worldWhere we at, *******s?Where the ******* we at, man? You *******s don't know me, huhWhere we at?Down to *******g Earth, huh, down to *******g Earth, huh******* everybody, here goes some extra girth SirYou *******g critics are making my nerves hurtSince I'm saying ******* everybody I guess that I'm a *******g pervertMy window is a book and I'm a *******g crookStealing phones to call home but the line is off the hookMy mom ain't paid the bill, guess I can't pay it eitherI ain't signed a *******g deal yetBut when I do Clancy and Dave are taking percentagesThat could pay the whole *******g city's mortgageHopefully I make a lot of porridge from touring in *******g OregonFrom playing piano organs and hopefully I can pay the bill******* is getting real, people begin to feelLike I'm changing, but their complaining making big *******g dealsAbout some *******, they ******* and pout(Can we get backstage man?) No, *******, it's sold out(Come on why you holding out, I though we was boys, without meYou wouldn't be Tyler the Creator, you're from the DirtyI can tell whenever you perform, a leopard can't change it's spots)But I'm a *******g unicorn (Whatever man)Look, you can't stop me, I'm going full monty******* that, I'm H****r, everyone's a *******g N**iWolf Gi-di-dang you be roaming where the fox beAnd I be where, anybody caresI try to preach "******* age, live dreams and have fun"(Here’s some give a *******, cake) Oh, maybe I should have some(Asshole, have none) How can I wake up on the wrong sideOf the bed, when I don't even *******g have one?When I'm on that stage I feel importantA whole *******g assortment of children that's taking RitalinBecause the teacher said that the therapist wasn't feeling himYou gotta be *******g kidding meAt school I was a zero, now I'm every boy's hero and they fear itYou can hear it when that little ******* is reciting my lyrics, yeah I'm rebel *******Cheer it, dead parents everywhere, it's smelling like teen spiritOkay, ******* it, Elvis has left the building