text: Tyler, we, ah, I know its short notice but I brought all your friends here
  For some reason I couldnt get a hold of Taco and Jasper
  But, I just brought all your friends here to talk to you
  Because theyre 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, Im tryna get pictures in High Times
  Smoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the skyline
  Swanton bomb off the bed into a fine dime
  In my mind, Im just tryna smoke the finest
  And get high sticking bad heinas in vaginas
  Im 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
  Im 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? 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?
  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, couldnt tell I was going through it
  Had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Bimmer almost black
  Parked in front the studio Bastards recorded at
  Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco, Nakel
  Sydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and Matt
  Bet Im 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 OReillys daughter, thats where Im at
  Now, where we at? 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 Randys 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
  Shes unsure, Im 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? Where we at? Where we–
  We on top of the world, on top of the world
  Nigga, top of the world
  Everything they say Id never have, Im 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 Im just tryna get paid, dont 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 its gold Rolexs if they try to clock me
  Everything stays in the box like fighters in hockey
  Miss me if youre thinking we slack, work hard
  I got the world saying every single Friday is black
  Took your bitch, you aint 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? Yall niggas dont 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 Im saying Fuck everybody, I guess that Im a fucking pervert
  My window is a book and Im a fucking crook
  Stealing phones to call home, but the line is off the hook
  My mom aint paid the bill, guess I cant pay it either
  I aint signed a fucking deal yet
  But when I do, Clancy and David are taking percentages
  That could pay the whole fucking citys 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 Im changing, but their complaining, making big fucking deals
  About some shit, they bitch and pout
  Can we get backstage, man? — No, faggot, its sold out!
  Come on, why you holding out? I thought we was boys
  Without me, you wouldnt be Tyler, The Creator, youre from the Dirty
  I can tell whenever you perform, a leopard cant change its spots!
  But Im a fucking unicorn! — Whatever, man
  Look, you cant stop me, Im going full Monty
  Fuck that, Im Hitler, everyones 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 dont even fucking have one?
  When Im on that stage, I feel important
  A whole fucking assortment of children thats taking Ritalin
  Because the teacher said that the therapist wasnt feeling him
  You gotta be fucking kidding me...
  In school, I was a zero, now Im every boys hero and they fear it
  You can hear it when that little fuck is reciting my lyrics, yeah, rebel nigga
  Cheer it, dead parents everywhere, its smelling like teen spirit
  Okay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building!
  Fuck, take this!
  Nigga, what the f— 
  Nigga, what the fuck are you doin? You just gon—
  Nig— hold on, hold on, nigga, can— 
  Ay, nigga, all the shit that we been through, can we just fuckin talk about this? 
  Nigga, you just gon shoot me in my moth—
  Im sorry, fuck... the fuck did I just do? Fuck! Ah shit!
  Tyler... Tyler, give me the gun
   Give me the gun. 
  Its gonna be alright 
  Its fine, Tyler, believe me
  I dont know why the f— I dont know what the fuck I was thinking, man, I dont f—
  Its gonna be okay 
  I gotta hide the fuckin— I cant hide the fuckin bodies
  Im here to help. Im your friend
   You were supposed to fuckin help me!
  Im here to help you, Tyler. 
  Calm down, Im here to help you. 
  Im your friend. Crying
  Youre in your good space with me. Well figure all of this out. You dont have to worry about a thing