Tyler, The Creator - Window (Instrumental) Caustic 3

[@ayitslegion]

where we at we on top of the world

[@catpatrickbateman]

and five from suicide i biked it to the park

[@frobrocomix]

Down in fucking earth Huh, Down in fucking earth huh

[@relentless_k]

fuck everybody here goes some extra girth sir

[@saiahbuul]

aii bro you reaching

[@CoolidgeBEAR]

You fucking critics are making my nerves hurt

[@nyquilforhands3480]

this is literally the best shit ever. thank you for putting the time into the tiny details. i rap on this instrumental all the fckn time and yours is definitely the most solid one on youtube.

[@robodale]

elvis has left the building

[@catpatrickbateman]

you don’t have to worry about a thing

[@autumnis2pretty]

My personal favorite part def has to be frank's part like cmon.. that's a masterpiece

[@saiahbuul]

Glazing badly

[@relentless_k]

on top of the world on top of the world 8/18/24

[@lannastan4952]

Down to fucking earth huh ?

[@tamtam21801]

Tyler, we, uh, I, I know it's short notice, but I, I, 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 here to talk to you Because they're, they're really worried 'bout you And I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you [Verse 1: Domo Genesis] 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 skyline 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 Thirty-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 (Wolf) Hurling himself at cars, and flirting with blonde Cadillacs (Ah) 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, Bimmer 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 (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 give you nose bleeds We at Randy's ordering that 306 Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix Me, your bitch is comin' 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 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'd never have, I'm seein' Now, I bet they see that we ballin' 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 stay in the box like fighters in hockey Miss me if you're thinking we slack, work hard I got the world sayin' 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 signed 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 porridge from tourin' 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 they're 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 thought 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 its 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? ("Shit, I don't know") And 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 fuck is 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, take this Nigga, what the f- (Hodgy) Nigga, what the fuck are you doin'? You just gon'- Nig- hold on, hold on, nigga, can- (I'm sorry) Ayy, nigga, all the shit that we been through, can we just fuckin' talk about this? (I'm sorry) Nigga, you just gon' shoot me in my mouth-? [Gunshot] I'm sorry, fuck, the fuck did I just do? Fuck, ah, shit Tyler, (Fuck, man) Tyler, give me the gun (Ah, fuck) Give me the gun (The fuck, man? The fuck?) It's gonna be alright (Ah fuck man, I'm fucked, I'm so fucked, ah, shit) It's fine, Tyler, believe me I don't know why the f- I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, man, I don't f- It's gonna be okay (Oh, fuck, dude, M- Ah) I gotta hide the fuckin- I can't hide the fuckin' bodies I'm here to help I'm your friend (Now w-) You were supposed to fuckin' help me I'm here to help you, Tyler (The fuck?) Calm down, I'm here to help you (Fuck, fuck) I'm your friend You're in your good space with me We'll figure all of this out You don't have to worry about a thing

[@ahmadking5229]

….wolfs only

[@blatztheruler]

id end it all just to this song

[@Tramp_3]

pls dont tell me you did

[@marucs-j6k]

@@Tramp_3 i dont really he could tell you if he did

[@jayjycom5755]

Excellent work

[@elikartel]

where we at?

[@Nyeem1.00]

we on top of the world, on top of the world!

[@nigga634]

Wolf gang where we, we on top of the world

[@octobersb1tchin]

@@nigga634 thats where we at

[@bigoudi07]

Hello ! (again if you have seen the comment I've put on your pigs fly remake before the one you're reading now.) I want you to tell me how you achieved the sounds of the synths in the back please ? and don't be afraid to tell me details, I think that will help me a lot because I'm new in the music production scene.

[@chembwoley1408]

Its the Soundtrack preset under synth string in Sytrus in FL Studio

[@bathingabe]

holy shit bigoudi i love you

[@ALLIXKATT]

@@bathingabe hi abe

[@bathingabe]

@@ALLIXKATT omg hi allikatt

[@aids2445]

Any samples or Specific instruments you used?

[@josiahperea5062]

Dr TLC: Tyler we uh, I.. I know it’s short notice but I I brought all your friends here and for some reason we couldn’t get ahold of taco and jasper but, I mean I brought all your friends here to talk to you because they’re really Worried about you, and I thought it’d be better if they can talk to you. Domos verse: 0:25 It was all a dream, I used to read complex magazines when I rhyme I’m trying get pictures in high times smoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the skyline, Swaton bomb off the bed into a fine dime. In my mind I’m just trying smoke the finest and get high sticking bare hyenas and vaginas I’m the flyest when it comes 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 thirty thousand feet gon make it hard for me to simmer down. Another flight, another beat, another city wow! That’s another couple bitches crying when I kick em out. Where we at? Where we at? Where we at? Where we at? We’re on top of the world where we at? We’re on top of the world Franks verse:1:21 annnnd 5 minutes for suicide I biked it to the park, walked onto the block met a guy burgundy preme SnapBack, hurling himself at cars and flirting with blonde Cadillacs all was great, all was great franky 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 creme MX green bimmer almost black parked in front the studio bastards recorded at earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, left, taco, nack, kale, Sydney,Lionel, Juan, Michael, jasper, hel, 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 Matt deep inside the ear canal of bill o Riley’s daughter, that’s where I’m at Now where we at? Where we at? Uhh wolf gang where we at? (Wolf gang)

[@lordaxxton8102]

Man I really need the flp please

[@datfishboy]

5 minutes from suicide

[@klutz6320]

I biked it to the park

[@somethingedgy2185]

@@klutz6320 I walked onto the block

[@ALLIXKATT]

@@somethingedgy2185 met a guy, burgundy prime snapback

[@SuaYBitcH]

@@ALLIXKATT WOLF!

[@ALLIXKATT]

@@SuaYBitcH hurling himself at cars and flirting with blonde cadillacs