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3:39 - 3:53 man.

sheet music for the piano?

Tears man, everytime the noted play 😭😭😭

[Intro: DJ Drama] Ladies and gentlemen We just landed in Geneva Yeah, that's in Switzerland We on a yacht A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream We all got our toes out, too Call me when you get lost [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & DJ Drama] I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt Find us, we playin' hide-and-seek with the passports Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us, yeah The luggage is pilin', I needed clothes to wear (Woo) So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair (Yeah) The Cartier so light on my body, thought I floated here We boated here, it's Tunechi and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch again, we kissin', dawg I love when she let me rub her like Michelin (Skrrt, skrrt, facts) A hundred grand to sleep on the bird, the wings are whistlin' like- Man, they ain't listenin' We crossed the line like immigrants and benefit from it Keep on stuntin' on these niggas, make 'em sick to they stomach, man (I can't stop it) Y'all don't understand, fish so fresh that you could taste the sand Yeah, we gettin' lost but we know who we am (True story) Bada-bada-bada, somethin'-somethin'-somethin' Treat that last part like you niggas ain't sayin' nothin' [Break: DJ Drama, Tyler, The Creator & Lil Wayne] (Hot wind) Yeah, haha You see these excursions right here? Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz) Uh (Tunechi) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard at me Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beef And I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat Got my middle fingers to the cameras that's recording me From y'all to me, brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering I'm on the beach, I got my feet out, and I stay on my feet The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now Let's touch down, catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns I fuck 'round and slow the beat down and take the drums out And speed up my flow, I'm so greedy, I'ma eat my own flow And I'm in need of a flow, might eat me a rapper and I might as well eat me a ho (Oh) I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin', as cold as the devil and demon and ghost I'ma get even and even, get even some more, it's too late to even get low, baow Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know, Mula, Weezy the G.O.A.T. The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Mula (Bitch) [Outro: DJ Drama] (Hot wind) (All aboard, nigga) You see We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake Of course Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'

No corre do ouro desde sempre Pq n entendo eles me olham diferente Eu posso ser frio mas aonde piso é quente sempre acreditei q n existe pra sempre Sempre sempre contra vento N me uno com quem quer mal Eu Faço o movimento mento tamo por fortal É Só com meu talento lento No beat de slowdown Passei sofrimento mento Minto n tô mal Eh q eu amo oq é real E não ficticio Melodia n é principal e sim oq digo princípios é oq prezo E rezo pra ser ouvido Que ele querem ser eu Mas n toco no seus ouvidos Meu hater meu maior fã Eu não tenho inimigos De qm vive no Instagram é vergonha como filho Mantenho minha mente sã Só no rap sou envolvido Fruta podre da maçã qnd vc grava video

falta muito coisa pra mim vim acreditar né Faço por amor até pq o din não cai né Eu fumo da flor meu pensamento se atrai né quem tá em pé no corre é Qm n deve e n cai é Tô com meus irmão An Só fecho com bonde Quem me estende a mão Depois se esconde Quem é vacilao An Eu tirei da fonte Sou superação Eles sabem meu nome Sei q tenho problemas dms eles tiram minha paz eu reconheço os irmão Eu reconheço os leais Desobedeço os rivais Eles todos iguais Eu mostro a diferença E até como se faz Eu me torno tudo q não sou Quando falam de mim Não posso reverter aqueles que falam de mais Minha mente fraca hoje em dia tá mais nem aí Os que tão em volta é oq dita os seus ideais As merdas no ventilador virou uma parte do que sou O alto não é nada em montanhas de kiso Me torno o que inventam e isso nem causa dor A paz da infância ausenta e até muda meu humor Humanidade em descredencia acho que é falta de amor É passado em descendência essa falta de calor Minha arte é excelência e nada muda esse fator A certeza que eu tenho ao redor desse terror

i clicked this and like 2 minutes in i said “wtf where’s the words” 😭😭

Why can I still sing the song word for word?

beautiful

heart attack, when I see you directly with those ocean eyes

Outro is soo mellow my favorite part…

Welcome back!

2024 people? Cant get over dis flute 😂

HEAVENLY beat🤤

Show me what you got baby girl And whatever you got Better be top notch I'ma do my thing I got the flame cause i keep it hot I'ma do me cause there not And i dont really like recording Unless what i got to say is important So you better not get me messed up or distorted Im fly dont you wanna aboard it So baby girl you have to focus Yeah im so dope So don't smoke this rather stay open And girl we can kick it like shotokan I can hit you up with the shoryuken

RIP DINO

madlib the goat

this sounds so much like session

YOU ARE BACK

Drop the instrumental gang

Ladies and gentlemen We just landed in Geneva Yeah, that's in Switzerland We on a yacht A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream We all got our toes out, too Call me when you get lost I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt Find us, we playin' hide-and-seek with the passports Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us, yeah The luggage is pilin', I needed clothes to wear So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair The Cartier so light on my body, thought I floated here We bolded here, it's Tunechi and Tyler but call me Baudelaire, yeah Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch, yeah, we kissin', dawg I love when she let me rub her like Michelin A hundred grand to sleep on a bird, the wings are whistlin' like Man, they ain't listenin' Cross the line like immigrants and benefit from it Keep on stuntin' on these niggas Make 'em sick to they stomach, man (you can't stop it) Y'all don't understand, fish so fresh that you could taste the sand Yeah, we gettin' lost but we know who we am (true story) By the, by the, by the, by the some-some-somethin' Treat that last part like you niggas ain't sayin' nothin' Yeah, haha You see these excursions right here? Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz) Uh (Tunechi) Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard to me Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beepin' I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat Got my middle fingers to the cameras, that's what Carter meet From y'all to me, brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering I'm on the beat, check out my feet out, and I stay on my feet The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now Let's touch down, catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns I fuck 'round and slow the beat down and take the drums out The speed of my plum so great, I'ma eat my own flow And I'm in need of a flaw, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a ho I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin' the cold As the devil and demon and ghost I'ma get even and even get even some more It's too late to even get low, baow Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know Mula, Weezy the GOAT The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat Yeah, Mula (Bitch) All aboard, nigga You see We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake Of course Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'

Bruh this is the most complex beat on the album

works so well with instagram reels :)

im ur 1000th subscriber bru !

This is the first instrumental remake I've heard inw hich everything's spot on. You even got Tyler's piano part perfect!

sounds like something you'd hear during a nice morning

coachella used this remake on one of their videos lol

1:17

Gonna make this shi in minecraft 0:04 time stamp for meh

0:14 0:30

Something real, yeah Baby Oh nah, we don't do backpack Haha, my pick up line and shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I got your bitch movin' Call me when you get lost Aw, you look malnourished (malnourished) Let's get some bread, fry it in egg yolk and drown it in syrup (drown it in syrup) You pick a spot, I pick a tail number and we could be tourists (ooh, yeah) Let's go to Cannes and watch a couple indie movies that you never heard of (baby) Listen to bands, groove and we dance Disco in France, smell some perfume, head in the wind (in the wind) We can switch off I can show you how you can really exfoliate skin If you got a man, you should cut it off Get your passport 'cause we runnin' off (run off) We can sit and talk You can tell me everything that's on your chest, baby, get it off You are my type, you a bright light I'm like a moth, this is not a game (this is not a game) But before we start (before I say) What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Check it out) (What's your name?) What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Tell me) What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Check it out) (Oh, what's your name?) What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Oh, girl) Yeah What is your name, what do you bring? (Yeah) I think that I got what you need And I'm willin' to do anything that you please (baby) I'm tryna get down to the root of the apple The deepest I could in them jeans McLaren like Sonic, can't speak, no No, you can't hit my lean, no (baby) Baby, tell me where the piece go, 'cause I'm lost Your body compared to the fashion I hope you ain't proud of the shit that I bought (baby) 'Cause money, it don't mean a thing I value the times that I take you out One minute, it's a beautiful scene Then it probably end with me bein' took out, woah-oh Think slow, 'cause I move fast (oh, me) What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Check it out) (Oh, what's your name?) What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Tell me) What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Tell me) (Oh, what's your name?) What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Yeah) (Oh-oh) Yeah Since when did I bring a C5? I wanna know your name I feel like I had your name Oh-oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh Stop playin' and let me pay your momma debt off, haha

Tutorial would be great

Idk why but Literally every time i hear this beat i have to think about some Caribbean island

Some good ass lofi beats fr

Vaporwave!

Ladies and gentlemen We just landed in Geneva Yeah, that's in Switzerland We on a yacht A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream We all got our toes out, too Call me when you get lost I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block hot Driver, open the door for me, my hand hurt Find us, we playin' hide-and-seek with the passports Where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us, yeah The luggage is pilin', I needed clothes to wear So many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a folding chair The Cartier so light on my body, thought I floated here We bolded here, it's Tunechi and Tyler but call me Baudelaire, yeah Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch, yeah, we kissin', dawg I love when she let me rub her like Michelin A hundred grand to sleep on a bird, the wings are whistlin' like Man, they ain't listenin' Cross the line like immigrants and benefit from it Keep on stuntin' on these niggas Make 'em sick to they stomach, man (you can't stop it) Y'all don't understand, fish so fresh that you could taste the sand Yeah, we gettin' lost but we know who we am (true story) By the, by the, by the, by the some-some-somethin' Treat that last part like you niggas ain't sayin' nothin' Yeah, haha You see these excursions right here? Just too lavish to post on the 'Gram (Gangsta Grillz) Uh (Tunechi) Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blow so hard to me Like mother nature arguing about some baby father beepin' I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich like slaughter meat Got my middle fingers to the cameras, that's what Carter meet From y'all to me, brrt, stop callin' me unless you're ordering I'm on the beat, check out my feet out, and I stay on my feet The corner beat, I'm on a deep route, just throw the ball to me Thought all this lean would have me senile, I guess they see now Let's touch down, catch a beat-down like I catch touchdowns I fuck 'round and slow the beat down and take the drums out The speed of my plum so great, I'ma eat my own flow And I'm in need of a flaw, may eat me a rapper, I might as well eat me a ho I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin' the cold As the devil and demon and ghost I'ma get even and even get even some more It's too late to even get low, baow Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang, that's what I need you to know Mula, Weezy the GOAT The wind beneath my wings, Desert Eagle underneath my coat Yeah, Mula (Bitch) All aboard, nigga You see We just over here admirin' the view of the mountains from the lake Of course Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man, stop fuckin' playin'

Pulled up In my whip Hit her wit dat , ouu what’s ya name mama Pretty lightskin wit her friends don’t seem like she wit allat drama Now she smirking lookin nervous talkin bout call me aniyah

Yo i gotta question, can i use your sound i dont want to get copyright

This is great, exactly what I wanted to hear.

WORD TO MY MAMA WE LIVIN🗣️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️‼️🗣️

So actually wat do we call tyler the creator? A rapper or artist coz this is not hip hop but his lyrics n him in the beat made this hip hop

Where yall get this beats coz i know yall ddnt make them😮😮

roots reggae International!

pls add lyrics

*Heat of the desert*

0:19

UGHHHH I LOVE IT TYSM

Man I want to get on This beat anyone with a studio on the west coast hit me up

word for word, line for line

x2 Speed sounds oddly FIRE!!!!