[Intro: Dr. TC]
 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

[Verse 1: Domo]
 It was all a dream, I used to [bad word] 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 [bad word] to this, fire when [bad word] to spit
 I am getting higher when the [bad word] in front of this
 I'm a stoner yeah, yeah, yeah you get the picture now
 30 thousand feet gonna make it hard for me to simmer down
 Another flight, another beat, another city, wow
 Thus another couple [bad word] crying when I kick 'em out
 Where we at? We on top of the world

[Verse 2: Frank]
 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 and 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
 And had a wallet full of cream, Amex Green, Beamer almost black
 Parked in front the studio [bad word] 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 [bad word] 'em on the [bad word] 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?

[Verse 3: Hodgy]
 Swell motions get promotions, to my whole team
 [bad word] yeah I smoke weed cause I like to go green
 Professor Beats educates niggas, let me proceed
 Shine chandelier bright mike, if your nose bleeds
 We at Randy's ordering that 306
 Milk and glaze is the greed gold mix me
 Your [bad word] [bad word] along, yeah she hum to my song
 Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur
 No longer, but we working, 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

[Verse 4: Mike]
 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  you ain't getting her back, cause she know
 Where we at [bad word]  We on top of the world

[Interlude: Tyler]
 Where we at, niggas?
 Where the [bad word] we at, man? You niggas don't know me, huh
 Where we at?

[Verse 5: Tyler]
 Down to [bad word] Earth, huh, down to [bad word] Earth, huh
 [bad word] everybody, here goes some extra girth Sir
 You [bad word] critics are making my nerves hurt
 Since I'm saying [bad word] everybody I guess that I'm a [bad word] pervert
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