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Tyler, we, uh, I, I know it's short notice, but I, I, I brought all your friends here. We, for some reason, didn't get a hold of Taco and Jasper, but We--I just brought all your friends here to Talk to you because They're, they're really worried about you, and I Thought it'd be better if they could talk to You. 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 hangin' in The skyline. Swine time, bomb off the bed into A fine dime. In my mind, I'm just tryna Smoke the finest and get high stickin' bad heinies In vaginas. I'm the flyest when it come to This, fire when I come to spit. I am 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. That's another couple bitches cryin' when I Kick 'em out. 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 at? And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the park. I walked into the block, met a guy, burgundy Preem snapback. Hurling himself at cars and flirting with blonde Cadillacs. All was great, all was great, 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, Beamer almost black. Parked in front the studio Bastards recorded at. Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hajidamo, Left, Taco, Nat, Kale, Sydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Halomat. 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 Daughters, that's where I'm at. Now where we at? Where we at? Uh-huh. Wolf Gang, where we at? Swell motions, give promotions to my whole team. Hell yeah, I smoke weed 'cause I like to Go green. Professor Beats educates niggas, Let me proceed. Shine chandelier bright, might give your nosebleeds. We at Randy's ordering that three oh six. Milk and glaze is the Grieg gold mix. Meet your bitch is comin' along. Yeah, she hum to my song. Sing 'em like they were for her, but they Weren't for the blur. No longer, But we weren't in premature. Emo church, she's unsure. I'm for sure, blouse and dress and my shirt On the floor. Then pick it up, out the Door, door chase. An imaginary friend, a revered 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. Nigga, top of the world. Everything they say I never have, I'm seeing. I bet they see we balling 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 where your dreams were The only thing that kept you sane? And too often, they think that they can stop Me. Now every show, we making half a Maserati. And the only thing blocking me is paparazzi. Now it's gold Rolexes if they try to clock Me. Everything stay in the box like fighters in Hockey. Miss me if you thinking we slack. Work hard, I got the world saying every single Friday is black. Took your bitch, You ain't getting her back. 'Cause she know where we at, nigga. Where we at, nigga. Uh, we on top of the world. On top of the world. Where we at? Where we at, niggas? Where we at? Where the fuck we at, man? Y'all niggas don't know me. Huh. Where we at? 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 sign a fucking deal yet. But when I do, Clancy and David are taking Percentages that could pay the whole fucking city's Mortgage. Hopefully, I make a lot of tours from Touring and fucking organ 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 just planning, making big fucking deals About some shit they bitched about. Yo, we get backstage, No faggot, It's sold out. Come on, why you holding out? I thought it was boys without me. You wouldn't be Tyler, the Creator. You're from the Derby. I can tell whenever you perform. A leprechaun changed his spine. But I'm a fucking unicorn. Whatever, Look, you can't stop me. I'm going full Monty. Fuck that, I'm Hitler. Everyone's a fucking Nazi. Wolf Gitterdang, you be roaming where the fox be. And I be where anybody cares. 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? Shit, I don't know. 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 In school I was a zero, now I'm every Boy's hero, and they fear it. You can hear it when that little fucker's reciting My lyrics. Yeah, rebel nigga, cheer it. Dead parents everywhere. It's smelling like Teen Spirit. Okay, fuck it. Elvis has left the building. Fuck this. Nigga, what the fuck? Nigga, what the fuck are you doing? You just gonna... Nigga, hold on, hold on. Nigga, hey. I'm sorry. All the shit we've been through, can We just fucking talk about this? I'm Nigga, you just gonna shoot me in my Motherfucking... I'm sorry. Fuck, Man. What the did I just do? Fuck. Ah, shit. Tyler. I, uh- Tyler, Give me the gun. I, uh, fuck. Give me the gun. What the fuck, man? The fuck? Oh, fuck, are you all right? I'm fucked. I'm so fucked. Take I don't know what the, I don't know What the fuck I was thinking, man. I don't... Oh, fuck you, man. Ah. I gotta hide these fucking, I gotta hide the fucking bodies. I'm here to help you. Your friend. Now we-You're supposed to fucking help me. I'm here to help you. What the fuck? Calm down. I'm here to help you. Fuck. Fuck. I'm your friend. You're in a good space With me. We'll figure all this out. You don't have to worry about a thing