(+) Count Basie "Blues in Frankie's Flat" (Frank Foster)
Tyler we ah I know it's short notice
But I brought all your friends here
For some reason I couldn't get a hold
Of taco and jasper
But I just brought
All your friends to talk to you
Because they're really worried about you
I thought it would 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
Hanging in the sky line
Swanton bomb off the bed into a fine dime
In my mind I'm just tryna smoke the finest
And get high sticking bad heinas in vaginas
I'm the flyest when it come to this
Fire when I come to spit
I am getting higher
When the lighter comes in front of this
I'm a stoner yeah yeah
Yeah you get the picture now
30 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
Where we at? We on top of the world
And five minutes from suicide
I biked it to the park
I walked onto the block met a guy
Burgundy 'preme snap back
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 beamer almost black
Parked in front the studio
Bastard's recorded at
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?
Wolf gang where we at?
Swell motions get 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
Make your 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
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
'Til it has an abortion
Where we at? We on top of the world
Everything they say
I'd never have I'm seeing
Now I bet they see that 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
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
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 getting her back cause she know
Where we at nigga? We on top of the world
Where we at niggas?
Where the fuck we at man?
You 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 signed a fucking deal yet
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 their complaining making
Big fucking deals
About 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 me
You wouldn't be tyler the creator
You're from the dirty
I 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 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
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?
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
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 I'm rebel nigga
Cheer it dead parents everywhere
It's smelling like teen spirit
Okay fuck it elvis has left the building