Tyler, the Creator- Window (Instrumental Remake) 

This instrumental is so beautiful. Thank you for putting it out for the world to spread their feelings in their own way

That first chord gives me the chills every time. It just sets a cold empty creepy felling

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

I swear window is one of the songs that puts me to sleep 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 puts me in a very dark mood

Very accurate. There is no other remake that will ever come close to this.

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

I swear this beat Gave me playstation vibes idk why like older playstation vibes I used to play and my grandpa's old ps2 yk jack and daxter series the great escape snake even Harry Potter for whatever reason 💀 but for whatever reason it just reminded me of that fucking ps2 no clue why but I love it

window is so underrated

this sounds like the waiting room to hell

It feels nice knowing all the lyrics to this masterpiece

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.

This plays in my head very often

this shit genuinely scares me. the whiplash i feel from going from bsd to this is fucking crazy to me

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

Aaaand 5 minutes from suicide

I listen to this when it rains

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

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

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 RU-vid takes it down

Beat is so dark but so relaxing

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

one of my favorite beats ever

IT WAS ALL DREAM (continue...)

damn dude.

this song is fucking fire, best instrumental yet man

how do you not have more views....

freaking beautiful

omf Dude this is amazing

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Cold af

bro this is amazing man 😊

Love it

Your remake changed my life

elvis has left the building

Def my fave best off Goblin great remake bro! 😄

ur talent Is insane

flawless

buffalo bill glowup 💀

hot remake

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 song feels like what looking at the Aurora Borealis would feel like

this is so good holy shit

i’m crying to this rn

Thank You!

Good job!

fav song from goblin

God damn 🔥

best beat from tyler

Dope

That intro animation 😲

where we at

I love this song window it makes wanna dance

Better than the original!

this is fucking sick

It gives me old school halloween john carpenter vibes for some reason.

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

its called window because it sounds like microsoft windows when it opens

Where we at, nigga? where we at?

Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a Window.

Who is the man in the goblin's cover?

This reminds me of saints row 3 for some reason, and not just cause Yonkers was on the sound track

🌊🌊🌊🌊😴😴

This and fish sound so empty but in a good way

Sweet ❤💋

Where we at? Where we at?

_When I need to take a quick break from life._

Window

what do u have used for main pad?

on God

Sounds like Leango by Fauni and uno

Dude what are all the instruments used plzzz respond

fuck yes thank you

You did better than the original, congrats !

way too good

Whats that snare?

...where we at? Where we at?

Can I borrow this song for a video? I'll credit you.

What are the chords?

*hello moto*

someone know the chords?

Does this person who made this have more work?

this is what i play when i stock people and kidnap them lol

What pad is that in fl studio?

Can i have the name of the synth that starts from 0:00?

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!

Does anyone know the name of this type of instrumental? it's very relaxing.

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