Im a flute player and this song hits so different hearing the flute in the back and I’m gonna spend the next week trying to learn this song 😭 so thank you for thissss
Wouldn't say skill, this is work ethic. So many producers got talent but none of these niggas (me included) actually apply themselves. Like the track on IGOR, i hate nothin more than unfulfilled potential
@@batz772 é um reggae mas também tem muito a ver com bossa nova, em fato o tyler mesmo disse que queria um fazer um album com elementos de jazz e bossa nova, então achar que itywtd é bossa nova não é um pensamento equivocado
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'
Henry Mancini has been indirectly responsible for so much beautiful HipHop. I swear his estate should have Elon Musk type money from all these royalties.
Safe to say i wouldn't have been able to dish out my own food for thought on this beat if it wasn't for this perfect remake. Stay safe and keep killing it!
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'
They have the nerve to say this is mysterious MUSIC. I guess they have no idea about the scrolls and the original composers angle to making music. The nerve.
Flute in the background, Shoot, who getting hacked now, You, I'm getting blacked out, true, I never backed down, blue, Is how I come out new an improved, Punk out a crew or two an then moved to the moon next June an passed out, prove to you whose the man's, how? I grew, I blew, I spaz out, Never lose, abuse these hands out, The Bands loud for the man child, This kid wild, a bit riled up, Mild as a young Tyler was so I'm wilder then fuh with a buzz, not a cut, just because, call it luck, Not the fuzz, Raised a mut, Mama did, now I'm stuck like a stick in the mud,
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'
Decided that I will make the Instrumental for every single Song on Call me if you get Lost! New Instrumental should drop daily or every second day!
pls do Juggernaut!!!
I actually wrote a song called lil katie
@@nicki_doms dropping it tomorrow
@@golfwav love you for that
I subbed just bcuz of what you said.
best song on the album imo
Facts💯🔥🐐
facts
AGREED
Real
🤠
This sounds like Tyler's wardrobe converted into music
Accurate af
Most underrated comment ever
just full of masks and clothes from past eras
😂
It’s a lifestyle baby
Im a flute player and this song hits so different hearing the flute in the back and I’m gonna spend the next week trying to learn this song 😭 so thank you for thissss
Hell ya dude!
I was hoping he played some of the flute on the album, since he said he did on that Coke commercial song intro
Slow hot wind by penny goodwin is the original song
Go for it dude!
I'm also a flute player and I've been looking everywhere for the sheet music for this
This is just masterful production. It’s amazing how this gives me MF DOOM feels with Grand Budapest Hotel visuals.
makes sense, DOOM was a huuuge inspiration for Tyler so this could be a way of him paying respects to the Metal Face villain ✊
i love that description so mfin much
Doom would be proud
That's literally Tyler. MF doom/Pharell, Wes Anderson
Massa gave MF DOOM vibes as well
Bro same day instrumental??? I don’t think people realize the unreal amount of skill that takes
ye i think the same
its mostly a sample
@@keeemon4451 🤓
@@vicentebarahona4999 he isn’t wrong, not as hard as it seems
Wouldn't say skill, this is work ethic. So many producers got talent but none of these niggas (me included) actually apply themselves.
Like the track on IGOR, i hate nothin more than unfulfilled potential
So satisfying, this style reminds me of Brazilian bossa nova
wow, brazilian here, glad to read this...
i can def hear it in the drums
So does I thought you wanna dance. I am from BR
@@andregorski7294 Sou Br também menó. "I thought you wanted to dance" é mais um reggae me lembra mais a Jamaica
@@batz772 é um reggae mas também tem muito a ver com bossa nova, em fato o tyler mesmo disse que queria um fazer um album com elementos de jazz e bossa nova, então achar que itywtd é bossa nova não é um pensamento equivocado
"The wind beneath my wings, the desert eagle beneath my coat"🧊🥶
Hardest shot I heard from Wayne
Such a hard bar
moolah 💰
Like mother nature arguing over some baby father beef 🔥🔥🔥
This song goes SOOOOOOOOO hard, had no business going this hard imo.
One of the best instrumentals I've ever heard
The piano at 0:32 is so good bro
This beat makes me wanna rap about a group of friends robbin a bank lol
ima beat u to it
This gives be MF Doom Vibes to this
This is the first instrumental remake I've heard inw hich everything's spot on. You even got Tyler's piano part perfect!
This just a sample from Penny Goodwin
I solely like this song for the instrumental it sounds to good to rap on tbh
And somehow Wayne still
slaughtered it like hogs
im about to cry brp just listening to this made me fall in love with music again
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'
You can’t tell me this doesn’t belong in a Pokémon game
This belongs to the Alchemists Yacht Rock mixtapes
It doesn’t belong in a pokémon game
it belongs on a yacht
It’s that Hotel lobby vibe
facts and that’s why i love it
@@huhhuh7312 I totally agree :)
Holy fuck, in the same day. Insta subbed
leaks
the song is from a sample
@@J12124 Isn’t it Slow Hot Wind by Penny Goodwin?
@@prod.newmagiciane2342 yes
this sounds exactly like tyler’s outfits idk how to explain
HEAVENLY beat🤤
Tyler really was a fan of DOOM’s music, huh? This sounds so much like something DOOM would’ve made.
Fun fact: The lyrics for Cellz part 2 matches up perfectly with this beat
The NUJABES vibes in this beat is CRAZY 💫💫💫
nah this is more madlib inspired if anything
This could just as easily be a Gil Scott Heron song as it is a Tyler song
Could be a night level soundtrack from Sonic unleashed
Didnt think these would drop so soon. Godbless my man
Henry Mancini has been indirectly responsible for so much beautiful HipHop. I swear his estate should have Elon Musk type money from all these royalties.
Idk but this sounds like something that would play in a boondocks fight scene
I can't describe how this makes me feel, but heres my best description
🍍🌴😌🎶
Fast af boi
imma need the piano sheets sir this is a masterpiece
Same
it’s a sample
THIS ONE IS PERFECT
literally bossa nova
Yeah, the flute gives it that bossa nova feeling
not only the flute, the piano also looks like bossa nova, the drums too
Safe to say i wouldn't have been able to dish out my own food for thought on this beat if it wasn't for this perfect remake.
Stay safe and keep killing it!
Show the project of this instrumental in your DAW please
u a real one for makin that google drive
Omg, you are so fast! I love this 🔥🔥🔥
im ur 1000th subscriber bru !
Milestone achieved! 🫶
Are you secretly Tyler???
This smells so luxurious
Stellar
WAIT THIS WAS THE SAME DAY???????
Perfect!
i need to know how this music was made step by step ohmy gooood
So sick
Cartier so light on my body I thought I floated here
The 10 dislike are the ones who wish they can play the flute. Lmao
Amazing I’ve subbed
heart attack, when I see you directly with those ocean eyes
Fire fam🔥🔥🔥🔥. Nailed it from the beat transitions and sample💯.
Can you do J. Cole-Punching the clock? Nobody on UA-cam has gotten right 🤦🏾♂️smh
*Heat of the desert*
What's the piano chords at 1:03?
works so well with instagram reels :)
Fast as shit, well done!
From desert, in a forgeting place
anyone else get Nujabes vibes from this or is it just me?
The silences and the cuts on the sample suck which isn’t your fault but other than that this is perfection .
Architect of instrumentals.
Tyler plz link with Earl
We need instrumentals!
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'
2024 people? Cant get over dis flute 😂
Real shi this song high asf feeling divine😂
Thankyou
They have the nerve to say this is mysterious MUSIC. I guess they have no idea about the scrolls and the original composers angle to making music. The nerve.
Vaporwave!
Dang your early!
Fireee, so you just knew the sample?
Just looked it up online.
@@golfwav oh I see
thank you mr bolbo
Flute in the background,
Shoot, who getting hacked now,
You, I'm getting blacked out, true,
I never backed down, blue,
Is how I come out new an improved,
Punk out a crew or two an then moved to the moon next June an passed out,
prove to you whose the man's, how?
I grew, I blew, I spaz out,
Never lose, abuse these hands out,
The Bands loud for the man child,
This kid wild, a bit riled up,
Mild as a young Tyler was so I'm wilder then fuh with a buzz,
not a cut, just because, call it luck,
Not the fuzz, Raised a mut,
Mama did, now I'm stuck like a stick in the mud,
(My Rap) im finally tag team champion! Always kick out and never tap!
I am a flute player and I am looking for the sheet music everywhere and I can’t find it 😞
0:26
Imagine Freddie Gibbs in this beat...
niceee!!
this is crazy
New subscriber
SOOO much better without the DJ yelling all over it. In fact he kinda does that throughout the whole album.
does anyone know the flute notes for this song??
Can I know the name of lady sound in the background
penny goodwin she wrote the sample
R.I.P MF DOOM
Where yall get this beats coz i know yall ddnt make them😮😮
I do! 🤫
This that shit boiiiii
Giving jungle book vibes
flatbush zombies
That cavi or oregon hit
sample id?
@Sebastian Livak Penny Goodwin
sum sum sumtin
(My Rap) no rurning back.i cant be wack.hit it like a hack.count my money stack by stack.
Man I want to get on This beat anyone with a studio on the west coast hit me up
Kinda reminds me of raid by MF DOOM and Madlib
pls add lyrics
sounds like a donkey kong level
this feels like it should be in Donkey Kong Country
Elevator music
Ride a bike to this
animale
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Am I the only one who didn't like Lil Wayne's verse on this instrumental? He rapped way too fast and it didn't match the calm and relaxing beat.
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'
@@Dame1012 yeah ik but most of them were really incomprehensible lmao
0:27