[Intro: Tiny Tim]
Tiptoe through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me‚ oh
[Verse 1: Yung Nugget & Tiny Tim]
Tiptoe in your fuckin' crib (Tiptoe)
And then steal the shit while you sleepin' (Tiptoe)
I might smoke a blunt in your living room (Through the window)
Yeah‚ you know that Ima be cheatin' (Tiptoe‚ oh)
I'm high as fuck, now I'm just geekin' (Tiptoe)
I've smoked so much that I can't even see shit (Tiptoe)
I might pass out on your couch and just sleep in your house (Through the window)
For the rest of the moth' fuckin' weekend (Tip-Tiptoe, oh)
Okay‚ like thirty bands in my pocket (Tiptoe)
Blow a bag, then I hop in the moshpit (Tiptoe)
Why you hatin', boy? You need to stop it (Through the window)
'Cause I'm takin' off like a moth' fuckin' rocket (Tip-Tiptoe‚ oh)
I do all this shit for the fans, don't care about bands (Tiptoe)
I just wanna make some good music (Tiptoe)
But people just keep talkin' shit, complainin', they bitch (Through the window)
I think that I know why they do it (Tiptoe, oh)
It's 'cause I got clout, 'cause I got racks
'Cause I got bitches who throwin' it back (Oh)
They see what I got, and it makes 'em mad (Tiptoe)
So they go online and just say that I'm whack (Tiptoe, oh)
I know that they think I'm a joke, I'm still gonna blow (Tiptoe)
Even if my shit is funny (Tiptoe)
For now I'll just go to the chorus, remind all you whores (Through the window)
Why you aren't even in the running (Tiptoe, oh)
Tiptoe through the window
By the window, that is where I'll be
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me‚ oh
[Verse 1: Yung Nugget & Tiny Tim]
Tiptoe in your fuckin' crib (Tiptoe)
And then steal the shit while you sleepin' (Tiptoe)
I might smoke a blunt in your living room (Through the window)
Yeah‚ you know that Ima be cheatin' (Tiptoe‚ oh)
I'm high as fuck, now I'm just geekin' (Tiptoe)
I've smoked so much that I can't even see shit (Tiptoe)
I might pass out on your couch and just sleep in your house (Through the window)
For the rest of the moth' fuckin' weekend (Tip-Tiptoe, oh)
Okay‚ like thirty bands in my pocket (Tiptoe)
Blow a bag, then I hop in the moshpit (Tiptoe)
Why you hatin', boy? You need to stop it (Through the window)
'Cause I'm takin' off like a moth' fuckin' rocket (Tip-Tiptoe‚ oh)
I do all this shit for the fans, don't care about bands (Tiptoe)
I just wanna make some good music (Tiptoe)
But people just keep talkin' shit, complainin', they bitch (Through the window)
I think that I know why they do it (Tiptoe, oh)
It's 'cause I got clout, 'cause I got racks
'Cause I got bitches who throwin' it back (Oh)
They see what I got, and it makes 'em mad (Tiptoe)
So they go online and just say that I'm whack (Tiptoe, oh)
I know that they think I'm a joke, I'm still gonna blow (Tiptoe)
Even if my shit is funny (Tiptoe)
For now I'll just go to the chorus, remind all you whores (Through the window)
Why you aren't even in the running (Tiptoe, oh)
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