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[verso 1: Domo]It 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 vaginasI'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 bitches crying when I kick 'em outWhere we at? We on top of the world[Verso 2: Frank]And 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 great, all was great, Frankie had the blues in factBunch of pale hipster girls, pretty, but they booty flatTeenage males, couldn't tell, I was going throughAnd had 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 fuck 'em on the welcome matDeep inside the ear canals of Bill O'Reilly's daughter that'sWhere I'm at? Now where we at? Wolf Gang, where we at?[Verso 3: Hodgy]Swell motions get promotions, to my whole teamHell yeah I smoke weed cause I like to go greenProfessor Beats educates niggas, let me proceedShine chandelier bright mike, if your nose bleedsWe at Randy's ordering that 306Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix meYour bitch is coming along, yeah she hum to my songSinging like they were for her, but they were for the blurNo longer, but we working, premature, imatureShe'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 world[Verso 4: Mike]Everything 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 shit 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 bitch, you ain't getting her back, cause she knowWhere we at nigga? We on top of the world[Verso 5: Tyler]Down to fucking Earth, huh, down to fucking Earth, huhFuck everybody, here goes some extra girth SirYou fucking critics are making my nerves hurtSince I'm saying fuck everybody I guess that I'm a fucking pervertMy window is a book and I'm a fucking 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 fucking deal yetBut when I do Clancy and Dave are to take a percentagesThat could pay the whole fucking city's mortgageHopefully I make a lot porn from touring in fucking OregonFrom playing piano organs and hopefully I can pay the billShit is getting real, people begin to feelLike I'm changing, but their complaining making big fucking dealsAbout some shit, they bitch and pout(Can we get backstage man?) No, faggot, 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 fucking unicorn (Whatever man)Look, you can't stop me, I'm going full montyFuck that, I'm Hitler, everyone's a fucking NaziWolf Gi-di-dang you be roaming where the fox beAnd I be where, anybody caresI 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 sideOf the bed, when I don't even fucking have one?When I'm on that stage I feel importantA whole fucking assortment of children that's taking RitalinBecause the teacher said that the therapist wasn't feeling himYou gotta be fucking kidding meAt school I was a zero, now I'm every boy's hero and they fear itYou hear it when that little fuckas reciting my lyrics, yeahI'm rebel niggaCheer it, dead parents everywhere, it's smelling like teen spiritOkay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building by supreme lyrics brasil :)
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