I used to go throuhh severe deppresion and tylers music helped me through all this...especially this song...its so deep...i lost all my friends and everything when i got deppresed...now im happy and married
reading the comments make me really glad i'm not the only one who finds this song so beautiful. the first chord just fills my whole body with dread since i had this on repeat at my lowest and LORD is this song the most depressing song ever
I can just imagine this playing whenever the world ends and there’s nothing left this beat is so much better than the og i can’t tell why it just has this ambient effect to it making it seem just all alone
Lost a close friend to a car crash, lost a beautiful relationship with a gorgeous woman all in the same summer... Stfg if it wasnt for this album I would've been lost too. I didn't wanna tell anybody about how I was feeling cause it would "scare" them.
I'm at my lowest right now, I have fucked up hard and I don't know how long it may take for me to recover, I have no prominent emotions anymore, I'm constantly numb
it’s so good it’s a song too do when ur just kind of chill and it’s raining and ur doing something not too crazy maybe even when u feel like u want too fall asleep it’s a good song for that
Yo if this ever gets taken down please find a way to upload it again cause I can listen to this over and over anytime. Upload it here or SoundCloud, Spotify somewhere if RUclips takes it down
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 here to talk to you Because they're really worried about you I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you [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 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? [Frank Ocean:] 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, 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 Now, where we at? Where we at? Wolf Gang, where we at? (Wolf Gang) [Hodgy:] 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? Where we at? Where we- We on top of the world, on top of the world Nigga, top of the world [Mike G:] 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? Where we at, nigga? Uh, we on top of the world, on top of the world [Tyler, The Creator:] Where we at, where we at, niggas? Where we at? 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 David 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 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 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? ("Shit, I don't know") 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, I'm rebel nigga Cheer it, dead parents everywhere, it's smelling like teen spirit Okay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building! [Tyler The Creator, Hodgy:] 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) Ay, 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 moth- 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 (Ohh fuck dude M- Ahh) 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! Agh!) 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
This album holds a really deep place in my heart. I can relate to some of these songs. ESPECIALLY nightmare. I will forever love goblin, it helps me get out in my current horrible times at life.
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 hyenas in vagina's I'm the fliest 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 and cars, and flirting with blond 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 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 mike, if 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 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 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 to take a percentages That could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage Hopefully I make a lot porn 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, fagot, 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 when they hear it when that little fucker's 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
When you hear the blip noises...what comes to mind is someone in an airplane in a starry sky late night...can you imagine it? Haunting...yet soothing and far superior to the original. The original is garbage imo. This is a unique work with thought put into it and not a rehash. The original just has a disgusting dark. It's objectively not good but this is haunting & at the same time....there's a soothing beauty. Where as the original there is no soothing or beauty....it's a disturbing dark which has no replay value....This DOES!
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 hyenas in vagina's I'm the fliest 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 and cars, and flirting with blond 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 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 mike, if 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 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 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 to take a percentages That could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage Hopefully I make a lot porn 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, fagot, 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 when they hear it when that little fucker's 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
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This instrumental is so beautiful. Thank you for putting it out for the world to spread their feelings in their own way
I used to go throuhh severe deppresion and tylers music helped me through all this...especially this song...its so deep...i lost all my friends and everything when i got deppresed...now im happy and married
goblin Congratualions, im going through that same state in life.
lenny Best wishes man
FUCK BOSTON How are you now?
Lucky you, bitch
goblin ❤️
this sounds like the waiting room to hell
reading the comments make me really glad i'm not the only one who finds this song so beautiful. the first chord just fills my whole body with dread since i had this on repeat at my lowest and LORD is this song the most depressing song ever
One interesting fact is that this songs instrumental is similar to pigs fly on bastard
@@Mairu-ii7zw that's also my fav song on bastard LOL
This gives me some serious SNES RPG feels. Like this feels like a serious moment or an intro theme to a Chrono Trigger or Secret of Mana game. 10/10
This guy has good taste
I could definitely hear this in Chrono Trigger
Reminds me of EarthBound
Facts
Can you make a list about the song of Chrono Trigger or Secret of the Mana (or any songs) that sounds like Window please ?
Very accurate. There is no other remake that will ever come close to this.
Edison Quintana l
This plays in my head very often
I can just imagine this playing whenever the world ends and there’s nothing left this beat is so much better than the og i can’t tell why it just has this ambient effect to it making it seem just all alone
cringe
@@WbDD_ftw your user is ltterally SpongebobGaming3 you cant be talking bro
@@WbDD_ftwbro he right tho
This puts me in a very dark mood
Alexander DeWitt honestly
It makes me feel like I’ve lost everything
I swear window is one of the songs that puts me to sleep lol
same dude
I dead passed out last night halfway through this exact video, just beautiful.
glad ur getting fresh air when ur sleeping
Lost a close friend to a car crash, lost a beautiful relationship with a gorgeous woman all in the same summer... Stfg if it wasnt for this album I would've been lost too. I didn't wanna tell anybody about how I was feeling cause it would "scare" them.
Big ups to you
I still feel like that
It feels nice knowing all the lyrics to this masterpiece
Damn u got some great memory
this shit genuinely scares me. the whiplash i feel from going from bsd to this is fucking crazy to me
window is so underrated
one of my favorite beats ever
I'm at my lowest right now, I have fucked up hard and I don't know how long it may take for me to recover, I have no prominent emotions anymore, I'm constantly numb
5 years later. hows life now?
it’s so good it’s a song too do when ur just kind of chill and it’s raining and ur doing something not too crazy maybe even when u feel like u want too fall asleep it’s a good song for that
I listen to this when it rains
It always rains
Beat is so dark but so relaxing
Doesn’t this song want to make you think about things like life choices btw thanks bro for this vid I love this song for this reason
Yo if this ever gets taken down please find a way to upload it again cause I can listen to this over and over anytime. Upload it here or SoundCloud, Spotify somewhere if RUclips takes it down
My #1 favorite Tyler song from last year summer Ong !!
damn dude.
Cold af
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 here to talk to you
Because they're really worried about you
I thought it would be better if, they could talk to you
[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
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?
[Frank Ocean:]
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, 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
Now, where we at? Where we at? Wolf Gang, where we at? (Wolf Gang)
[Hodgy:]
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? Where we at? Where we-
We on top of the world, on top of the world
Nigga, top of the world
[Mike G:]
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? Where we at, nigga?
Uh, we on top of the world, on top of the world
[Tyler, The Creator:]
Where we at, where we at, niggas? Where we at?
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 David 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 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 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?
("Shit, I don't know")
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, I'm rebel nigga
Cheer it, dead parents everywhere, it's smelling like teen spirit
Okay, fuck it, Elvis has left the building!
[Tyler The Creator, Hodgy:]
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)
Ay, 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 moth-
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 (Ohh fuck dude M- Ahh)
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! Agh!)
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
thanks
Aaaand 5 minutes from suicide
i biked into the park
yeah i walked onto the block, met a guy,
Scout Hanamura burgundy supreme snap back (wolf)
@@Riddimsofcreation bruh I love how this is still going after a year. thank you
@@kosurmyne hurling himself at cars
best beat from tyler
French is better
@@isaacjones5687you tweaking bru
elvis has left the building
IT WAS ALL DREAM (continue...)
Damn, that's tough
I used to read words from complex magazines
when i rhyme
@@avery1952 this failed
Cyanide Pie V a g i n a s
this song is fucking fire, best instrumental yet man
freaking beautiful
how do you not have more views....
This album holds a really deep place in my heart. I can relate to some of these songs. ESPECIALLY nightmare. I will forever love goblin, it helps me get out in my current horrible times at life.
omf Dude this is amazing
Love it
Def my fave best off Goblin great remake bro! 😄
I only notice later that the shadows are moving different 🔥✍️👏✨️Maad Creative
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 hyenas in vagina's
I'm the fliest 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 and cars, and flirting with blond 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 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 mike, if 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 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
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 to take a percentages
That could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage
Hopefully I make a lot porn 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, fagot, 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 when they hear it when that little fucker's 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
this is so good holy shit
Your remake changed my life
where we at
This song feels like what looking at the Aurora Borealis would feel like
i’m crying to this rn
Better than the original!
fr
This wouldn't exist without the original
fav song from goblin
ur talent Is insane
This reminds me of saints row 3 for some reason, and not just cause Yonkers was on the sound track
It gives me old school halloween john carpenter vibes for some reason.
I love this song window it makes wanna dance
bro this is amazing man 😊
That intro animation 😲
flawless
this is fucking sick
hot remake
Who is the man in the goblin's cover?
picture of buffalo bill when he was younger iirc
Chief Keef
dark. 8/27/24
This and fish sound so empty but in a good way
buffalo bill glowup 💀
Lol. His face even looks like he's smiling too.
Thank You!
Where we at, nigga? where we at?
God damn 🔥
_When I need to take a quick break from life._
Dope
Sounds like Leango by Fauni and uno
its called window because it sounds like microsoft windows when it opens
My window is a book
and I’m a fucking crook
@@crispyattucks stealing phones to call home but the line is off the hook
@@oddtxddler And if my mother answer
I'll ask her on the 25th cause I'm chilling with prancer
@@arnoldswaggerson6938 rudolph adolf hitler
rollin with nineteen 88s like its 1988
but my speakers are bleeding the doctors in uniform
what do u have used for main pad?
Whats that snare?
A snare with crazy reverb
to me it sounds like a really reverbed and eq'd shaker but I could be wrong
Good job!
Can I borrow this song for a video?
I'll credit you.
someone know the chords?
Where we at? Where we at?
Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a Window.
Dude what are all the instruments used plzzz respond
Can i have the name of the synth that starts from 0:00?
It’s a violin or strings pitched down 50 cent
fuck yes thank you
Window
When you hear the blip noises...what comes to mind is someone in an airplane in a starry sky late night...can you imagine it?
Haunting...yet soothing and far superior to the original. The original is garbage imo. This is a unique work with thought put into it and not a rehash.
The original just has a disgusting dark. It's objectively not good but this is haunting & at the same time....there's a soothing beauty.
Where as the original there is no soothing or beauty....it's a disturbing dark which has no replay value....This DOES!
yo man the download link isnt working do you have an alternative link?
🌊🌊🌊🌊😴😴
You did better than the original, congrats !
Does anyone know the name of this type of instrumental? it's very relaxing.
wavy cloud, listen to some of icytwats shit
...where we at? Where we at?
We on top of the world!
on God
*hello moto*
What are the chords?
What pad is that in fl studio?
For the strings? I used a soundfont file I that downloaded called Genycis Orchestrings. Don't remember where I got it from, though.
Sweet ❤💋
way too good
Does this person who made this have more work?
this is what i play when i stock people and kidnap them lol
🥰🥰🥰
2024 anyone?
i’ll be listening to this until i rot back into the earth
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 hyenas in vagina's
I'm the fliest 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 and cars, and flirting with blond 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 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 mike, if 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 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
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 to take a percentages
That could pay the whole city's fucking mortgage
Hopefully I make a lot porn 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, fagot, 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 when they hear it when that little fucker's 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