[Intro: Dr. TC]
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Tyler we ah, I know it's short notice but I brought all your friends here
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For some reason I couldn't get a hold of Taco and Jasper
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But, I just brought all your friends to talk to you
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Because, they're really worried about you
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I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you
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[Verse 1: Domo]
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It was all a dream, I used to read Complex magazines
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When I rhyme I'm tryna get pictures in High Times
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Smoke trees and see my dreams hanging in the sky line
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Swanton bomb off the bed into a fine dime
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In my mind I'm just tryna smoke the finest
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And get high sticking bad heinas in vaginas
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I'm the flyest when it come to this, fire when I come to spit
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I am getting higher when the lighter comes in front of this
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I'm a stoner yeah, yeah, yeah you get the picture now
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30 thousand feet gonna make it hard for me to simmer down
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Another flight, another beat, another city, wow
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Thus another couple bitches crying when I kick 'em out
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Where we at? We on top of the world
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[Verse 2: Frank]
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And five minutes from suicide, I biked it to the park
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I walked onto the block, met a guy, burgundy 'Preme snap-back
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Hurling himself and cars, and flirting with blonde Cadillacs
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All was great, all was great, Frankie had the blues in fact
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Bunch of pale hipster girls, pretty, but they booty flat
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Teenage males, couldn't tell, I was going through
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And had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost black
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Parked in front the studio Bastard's recorded at
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Earl, Gilbert, Tyler, Hodgy, Domo, Left, Taco, Nakel
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Sydney, Lionel, Juan, Michael, Jasper, Hal and Matt
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Bet I'm missing several but I had to bring that pattern back
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We live inside a house that says fuck 'em on the welcome mat
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Deep inside the ear canals of Bill O'Reilly's daughter that's
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Where I'm at? Now where we at? Wolf Gang, where we at?
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[Verse 3: Hodgy]
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Swell motions get promotions, to my whole team
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Hell yeah I smoke weed cause I like to go green
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Professor Beats educates niggas, let me proceed
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Shine chandelier bright mike, if your nose bleeds
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We at Randy's ordering that 306
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Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix me
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Your bitch is coming along, yeah she hum to my song
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Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur
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No longer, but we working, premature, immature
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She's unsure, I'm for sure, blouse and dress and my shirt
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On the floor then pick it up, out the door, door
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Chased an imaginary friend, a reverie absorption
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Impregnate the dream 'til it has an abortion
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Where we at? We on top of the world
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[Verse 4: Mike]
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Everything they say I'd never have, I'm seeing
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Now, I bet they see that we balling like All-Star Weekend
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Always been the most cool, they chase our shade
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They say life switches pace when you got shit made
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So I'm just tryna get paid, don't you remember the days
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When your dreams were the only thing that kept you sane
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And too often they think that they could stop me
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Now every show we makin' half a Maserati
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And the only thing blocking me is paparazzi
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Now it's gold Rolex's if they try to clock me
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Everything stays in the box like fighters in hockey
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Miss me if you're thinking we slack, work hard
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I got the world saying every single Friday is black
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Took your bitch, you ain't getting her back, cause she know
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Where we at nigga? We on top of the world
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[Interlude: Tyler]
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Where we at, niggas?
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Where the fuck we at, man? You niggas don't know me, huh
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Where we at?
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[Verse 5: Tyler]
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Down to fucking Earth, huh, down to fucking Earth, huh
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Fuck everybody, here goes some extra girth Sir
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You fucking critics are making my nerves hurt
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Since I'm saying fuck everybody I guess that I'm a fucking pervert
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My window is a book and I'm a fucking crook
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Stealing phones to call home but the line is off the hook
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My mom ain't paid the bill, guess I can't pay it either
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I ain't signed a fucking deal yet but when I do
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Clancy and Dave are to take a percentages that
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Could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage
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Hopefully I make a lot porn from touring in fucking Oregon
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From playing piano organs and hopefully I can pay the bill
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Shit is gett |