The Ends lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. André 3000)
[Travis Scott:]
2 AM, howlin' outside
Lookin', but I cannot find
Don't you fall asleep this time
I been on a long way drive
Only you can stand my mind
Only you can fix inside
So if I make it out tonight
Let's make it a badass time
Okay, I got it, copy
20/20 but I can't see nobody
One eye open, Illuminati
This might be the verse that make 'em drop me
Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies (Yeah)
No, that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby (Yeah, yeah)
Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah
X-ray vision, see through you niggas
Newspaper stand, we press the issue (Press it, press it, press the issue)
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (Yeah, right up at your hood up north)
Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental
Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals
Cookin' on a tune, I've been cheffin' up instrumentals
Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the
When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat (Back seat, back seat, back seat, back seat)
Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet (Track meet, track meet, track meet, track meet)
Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya
[Travis Scott (André 3000):]
They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends
Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Eh-hey)
[André 3000:]
To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (Hahaha)
I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh
I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh
Oh, I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know, ha
I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids, hmm
And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live (Ayy)
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around (Uh, uh)
We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh
And said he had a label recruitin' people (Uh)
Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me or could've been you too
But what a memory, it may need interludes (Could've been me)
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too
[Travis Scott:]
Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah
In the ends, I'ma kick your door down, oh yeah
We keep wildin' out the Mo' now, oh yeah
Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya
Way Back lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kid Cudi & Swizz Beatz)
[Part 1]
[Kid Cudi:]
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Don't wet no more
[Travis Scott {Swizz Beatz}:]
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back
Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back {Woo}
I can't get no rest (We in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC {Rack}
Stashin' all the pills in my desk {Rack}
Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on)
I can't get no rest {Come on}
I ride around with a TEC {Champ}
Stashin' all the pills in my desk {Champ}
Wearin' every chain on my neck {Go crazy on 'em}
[Travis Scott {Kid Cudi}:]
Woah, wait
It's summertime, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins, I can never Golden State (Yeah)
UFC, I'm tapping to my old ways (Alright)
I'm addressing shit like I'm on Waze
Showed ya love, ain't show it back in OK
Like the girl, that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ {Yeah, woah-o-o-oah}
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay {Woah-o-o-oah}
I be (Yeah) makin' mils, made it to a hobby (It's lit)
Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
Oh so loaded off the pills so don't ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean
[Travis Scott {Swizz Beatz}:]
I need fake niggas to get way back (Way back)
James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back
Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back {Woo}
I can't get no rest (We in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC {Rack}
If I take a sip, take the rest {Rack}
Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on)
I can't get no rest {Come on}
I ride around with a TEC {Champ}
Stashin' all the pills in my desk {Champ}
Wearin' every chain on my neck {Go crazy on 'em, we in the house}
[Part 2]
[Travis Scott:]
Look, boy, boy, don't believe what's on your TV
Look, boy, don't you sit close to the TV
Look, boy, seeing is believing
Look, boy, look, boy (Yeah)
Would it be unlawful (Yeah)
To spend this honeymoon in a brothel?
And share pics from the camera
But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I'm down in the Meadows
Slidin' down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I'm swimmin' out that bitch, Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (Yeah)
I just built a castle deep (Yeah, yeah)
In them trees (Yeah)
That's how I get them backwoods free (Yeah, yeah)
This right here some savagery (Yeah, yeah)
Bend it back from me (Yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me (Yeah, yeah)
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
Way, way back for me
[Kid Cudi:]
Woah-o-oa-oah
Woah
Coordinate lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Blac Youngsta)
[Blac Youngsta:]
Ayy, Travis Scott
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, Trav
You know what the fuck up, nigga?
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Nigga, nigga, one thing for sure
Two things for certain, nigga
We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga
And wearin' these motherfuckin' Rockstar jeans, nigga
They want what a nigga can't stand
I know what they can't stand
I know why they mad, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
But we don't give a fuck, yeah
We gon' keep this big ass MAC-11 on deck
If any fuck nigga get out of line
If any fuck nigga want do somethin', nigga, we can do it, nigga
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Travis Scott:]
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma need some more, need some more
If I really wanna feel it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I had to
Make that money back if I have you (It's lit)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up)
Coordinate the xan with the lean
In my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Highway, dip in traffic
2 gears, automatic
Leave the strip club tragic
2 broads going at it (It's lit)
Me and Jacques going brazy
Me and Chase going brazy (Straight up)
Smashin' off your old lady (Yeah)
Everythin' all gravy (Yeah)
Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (It's lit)
Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (Straight up)
Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it
I'ma take her to the back rah
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more
If I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I had to (Yeah)
Make that money back if I have you (It's lit)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up)
Coordinate the xan with the lean
In my Rockstar skinnies, yeah (Straight up)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies, yeah
(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya
Outchea goin' hard for ya (Straight up)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya
You've been goin' hard for ya
You might fear my ideas
When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (It's lit)
When I run a fire drill, you're right here
Everytime we drop out, we drop chills (Straight up)
Tryna tell ya
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
Outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more
If I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I had to
Make that money back if I had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans
In my Rockstar skinnies
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Through The Late Night lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kid Cudi)
[Kid Cudi:]
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh
And then we
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm, uh)
All through the late night (Uh)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Woah)
Blimp's soarin', how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin', how did I get in this place?
Oh, it don't matter, got smoke, drink, and I'm runnin' this space
Done contemplatin', I'ma take it in and groove in this case
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play, gon' play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play
Then we'll sleep all through the day
And do it again
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm, meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Uh)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, uh)
All through the
[Travis Scott:]
Day 'n' nite (Yeah)
I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind, mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I seek the peace, sometimes I can't restrain (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play (Ooh)
Mhmm, balance (Yeah)
Find your balance (Pipe up, yeah)
God said it's my talent (Ooh, ooh)
Sprinkle a little season on the salad (Ooh, ooh)
Relieve my heart of malice (Yeah)
Hit my Palace (Straight up)
Stroke my cactus (It's lit)
Ooh, don't wait (Yeah)
Mhm, don't play (Yeah, yeah)
Play no games like the NBA (Brr)
Throwin' checks like the NBA (Brr)
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin' shots like the NRA (Drr)
Yeah-ah, she jammin' Travis and Kid Cudi (Straight up)
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B (Yuh)
Shawty—yeah—on the scene, yeah (Yeah)
Pull up on the scene, yeah (Yeah)
Sip my tea, lean no Hennessy (Yeah)
Ah, save all, take it right (Yeah)
Ah, take it all, never light (Straight up)
Ah, had a ball, had a night (Yeah)
Ah, after all, sleep good (Yeah)
[Kid Cudi:]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Hmm, hmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm, meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Uh)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, mmm)
All through the late night (Meh, meh, uh)
All through the late night (Woah)
Beibs In The Trap lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Nav)
[NAV:]
That coca
I just poured an eight in a liter
Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rollin' off molly
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more
I just poured an eight in a liter
With a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
Bitch lookin' for a phone, I ain't seen it
Told Frost bring the water, no Fiji
Free Stix, I'm poured up and I'm leanin'
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
'Cause the main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more, your girl is a ho
You need to let go, she fucked all my bros
She snortin' the snow (That coca), now she's touchin' her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon' get locked for sure
She said she want more, fuck it, I'ma get more (I'ma get more)
[Travis Scott:]
Nightmare, high-life, sleepy, night-night (Yeah)
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy (Yeah, yeah)
Help it, peace, peace, peace to– (Yeah)
Bite me, ride me (Yeah), strike me, indict me (Yeah, yeah)
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (Ooh, yeah)
I'm lit, light–(Yeah)—nin' (Yeah, bitch, yeah)
White bitch (Bitch), she thick (Bitch)
Pulled out of the hood, Toyota
Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' around the city with my eyes closed (Yeah, yeah)
Crazy Girls got it poppin', AOD got it poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna text my accountant, ain't no service in the mountains (Straight up)
Won't you come to the bottom? Know you heard a lot about 'em (Yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring (Yeah, yeah)
I watched 'em take that then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood, Toyota
Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' around the city with my eyes closed (Ooh)
[NAV:]
I just poured an eight in a liter
Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rollin' off molly (Molly)
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
[NAV (Travis Scott):]
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more (Ooh)
Bitch close the door (Ooh), there's shit on your nose (Ooh)
She said she want more (Ooh), she said she want more (Ooh)
So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more
[NAV:]
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm
SDP Interlude lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Cassie)
[Cassie (Travis Scott):]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop—
One
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
So smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Lit)
Yeah
[Cassie (Travis Scott):]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Ooh-ah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (Yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
[Travis Scott:]
Your mama never let you guys outside
She probably still beat your ass
Man, what the...
You a virgin? You a virgin, huh?
Your lil' small, your lil' skinny ass can't even take it
What you doin' with that weed?
Where you get that? Huh?
I'ma tell your mama
Sweet Sweet lyrics - Travis Scott
'Cause you're sweet
Sak pasé? (It's lit)
Wah yah seh? (Wah yah seh?)
Run it up (Yah), all this cake (Yah, yah)
Bag it up (Yah), den come right away (Yah, yah!)
'Cause you're sweet (Yah, yah-yah!)
What's your status? (Yah)
Yah, might hit your address, if I'm on them Addys (Yah)
Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (Skrrr, skrrr)
I can't do no lacking (Skrrr, skrrr)
'Cause you're sweet—sweet—like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Yah, yah-yah, straight up)
'Cause you're sweet (Sweet, sweet), like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (Sweet, sweet, sweet)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Sweet, sweet, sweet)
'Cause you're sweet (Sweet)
Like my time, like my juice (Sweet, sweet)
We been downstairs in the basement with the moves (Sweet, yah)
Shout my town, shout my troops (Shout, shout)
Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Froot Loops, yuh (It's lit)
Come get a taste, come get a scoop (Scoop)
I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (Hula hoops)
I done finally found a way to make the loot (Make the loot)
Link up all my niggas and my Jewels, yuh (High up)
Link up, link up, yuh, link up, pour my syrup (Yah)
Diamonds, yeah, they link up, link up
Go berserk, do some shit you think of (Yah, yah)
Lean, lean, lean, all this lean, lean, lean
We might lean, lean, lean (Oh)
Smoke all my shit (Shit)
Stop it, start again (Yah)
'Cause you're sweet (Yah), like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
'Cau-, 'cause sweet, yuh
Sak pasé? (Yah)
Wah yah seh? (Yah, yah)
Runnin' up (Yah), all this cake (Yah)
Bag it up (Bag it up), den come right away
When I ask who bigger (Yah)
Ain't tryna argue with ya, I'm tryna figure (Straight up)
Who you with, who your team, what your side? (Yah)
How you, how you, how you ride? (Skrrr, skrrr)
How you use me to survive? (Straight up)
Yuh, 'cause we up, lit at five (Oh)
At the crib goin' live, oh, so live (Yuh)
Eric hit the strippers, yuh, order V Live (Yah)
Order wings, told em' hold it (Hold it)
'Cause you're sweet (It's lit), like cocoa (It's lit)
But all you wanna do is the coco (Yah, yah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (Straight up)
'Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
'Cause you're sweet
Outside lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. 21 Savage)
[Travis Scott:]
All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, automatic, yeah
Always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I'm at is static, but it ain't got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah, balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I've never seen
Won't you come ride with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens
And all my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside, goin' in
Outside, not goin' in
Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz
Checking out, never checking in
We been outside, not goin' in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin' on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin' on me
'Cause just last week I Rest In Peace'd a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up? (Ooh)
Was it for the image or for the pictures? (Ooh)
You always seem to show up when I'm at the mixes
'Cause you know I'm not myself when I'm off the liquor
Off the lean, it's always better off the lean
[Travis Scott (21 Savage):]
All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my niggas outside (21, 21, 21, 21)
[21 Savage:]
All my niggas outside
Pillow talkin', sneak dissin', get a nigga jaw wired
Beat your baby momma throat so long she say her jaw's tired
Young Savage get a nigga whacked cause I got mob ties, I'm a wise guy
All my niggas in the field
I'm draped in Avianne, I ain't got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin' shit for real (21, 21)
Ten bad bitches suckin' dick and eatin' pills (What?)
And I keep that Tommy, nigga, I ain't talkin' Hil (21)
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill (Yeah)
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill (Kill)
I'm a real nigga, fuck niggas can't feel (21)
Plus I get inside that bowl and scrr, scrr, scrr, scrr
Hit it from the back pull up her skirt (21)
I just copped that Bentley truck, I skrt, skrt, skrt (21)
Bitch, I'm outside on the percs, percs, percs (21, 21, 21)
[Travis Scott:]
All my niggas outside
Ain't goin' in, yeah
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my niggas outside
Goosebumps lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah
7:30 in the night, yeah
Ooh-oooh, ooh
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around (Straight up)
When you throw that to the side, yeah (It's lit)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
7-1-3
Through the 2-8-1, yeah, I'm ridin', why they on me?
Why they on me? I'm flyin', sippin' low-key
I'm sippin' low-key in Onyx, rider, rider
When I'm pullin' up right beside ya
Pop star, lil' Mariah
When I text a cute game, wildness
Throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took molly
She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah
We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah
Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all
Yeah, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed
Yeah, they gon' pull up on you (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate
Yeah, 'cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know
Oh, back the fuck up off me (Brr, brr, brr)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time
[Kendrick Lamar:]
I want to press my like, yeah, I wanna press my
I want a green light, I wanna be like
I wanna press my line, yeah
I wanna take that ride, yeah
I'm gonna press my line
I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my—
Mama, dear, spare your feelings
I'm relivin' moments, peeling more residual
(I can) buy the building, burn the building
Take your bitch, rebuild the building just to fuck some more
(I can) justify my love for you
And touch the sky for God to stop, debating war
Put the pussy on a pedestal (Ayy)
Put the pussy on a high horse
That pussy to die for
That pussy to die for
Peter, piper, picked a pepper
So I could pick your brain and put your heart together
We depart the shady parts and party hard
The diamonds yours, the coupe forever
My best shots might shoot forever like (Brr)
[Travis Scott:]
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time
First Take lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Bryson Tiller)
[Travis Scott:]
Don't like what I saw
This life without yours
Despite I was lost
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play, its course
Let you tell it, what's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport
Yeah, first date
You ain't on time, you were late (Yeah!)
When you around me, you're safe (Lit!)
You can't go off of a hearsay
I know that look on your face
You think you winnin' a race
You think all I do is play (Yeah!)
I didn't put you in your place
Then why you still here in my place?
Yeah, thought so, yeah, and also
You think too much, we all know
You think too much, we all know
Yeah, I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals (Yeah!)
You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (Straight up!)
I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya (Ooh)
'Cause I know-
Don't like what I saw (Don't like what I saw)
This life without yours (This life without yours, ooh)
Despite I was lost (Despite I was lost, ooh)
Despite you got flaws (Ooh)
Just let our love play its course (Yeah!)
Let you tell it (Ooh)
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (Ooh)
All the signs I ignored (Ooh)
I play love like a sport (Ooh, yeah!)
This love won't grow 'less we find growth
Wipe down your nose, girl
Won't you come over?
Let's both find hoes
Let's fuck them both
But you think too hard, we all know
You think too hard, we all know
So say nothin', nothin'
'Cause you think too hard, we all know
Yeah, you know I'd rather lead it than follow
You and me, baby, mano y mano (It's lit)
'Cause I know, I know-
[Travis Scott (Bryson Tiller):]
Don't like what I saw (Yeah)
This life without yours (Yeah, yeah)
Despite I was lost (Ayy)
Despite you got flaws (Ayy)
Just let our love play its course (Ohhh)
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (All is yours)
All the signs I ignored (Uh, huh)
I play love like a sport (Like a sport, no, yeah)
[Bryson Tiller:]
Okay, lil' mama
I still ain't heard from lil' mama
We go back to Angliana when you was studying in college
But I called you and brought you out to Santa Monica
Believed in you, I was your sponsor
I got love for you, but I'm not in love
Gave me affection
Girl, I was lost, she gave me direction
Went through fuckin' you with no protection
All my blessings
Girl, you one of all my blessings
You think I don't care about you?
Girl, you better call my best friend
I got time to waste
Girl, I got time to waste
Girl, I cancelled everything
Just to get back on the same page
To finish the story
But you would rather ignore me
Your mama called to check on me
But you won't even pick up the phone, shit
God damn, you feelin' yourself
Out in Hollywood, you got a nigga with some wealth
You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else
Tryna tell you I'm the last real nigga left
You can hit me if you need help
With your love problems, with your money problems
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em
Just call me or you could just pick up the phone, baby
I know, I know you're home, baby
Baby, I know, I know
Pick Up The Phone lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Young Thug & Quavo)
[Young Thug (Starrah):]
Yeah
Oh, yeah, uh
Ooh, Thugger, yeah
Yeah
Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger, bitch
(Yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
I pour a four up (Ooh, ooh)
I call your ho up (Yeah)
Just to fuck her and show her (Just to fuck)
I just went got my dough up (I just went got my dough up)
Pullin' off and I'm gone (Skrrt-skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (Then I go and pour four)
Then I roll up that roll-up (Roll up, roll up)
Then I'm callin' your ho up (Callin' your ho up)
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Yeah, ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Travis Scott (Young Thug):]
Never will I cheat on you (Yeah)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you (Yeah)
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2 (Ooh, yeah)
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwing that Rollie on you (Yeah)
I like the way it be freezin', yeah
[Travis Scott:]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Young Thug:]
Pour up a four of that Actavis (Act')
Lean like my motherfuckin' granny did (Woo)
Super Bowl ring with big-body Benz (Hey)
I stacked it up, now I'm just better livin' (Cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it (Ha)
I'm fucking this cash, I'm not celibate (Ha)
I'm packin' it out like a reverend (Whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (Woo)
I'ma play dumb and get left in the middle (Yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (Whoa, whoa)
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller (Yeah, yeah)
I don't talk to no man in the middle (Uh-uh)
I don't talk to no man, I'm just kiddin' (I swear)
But I did pay my sister's tuition (Woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (Yeah)
Walkin' off with it like Sonny Liston (Whoa)
Mama told me I'm her brightest star (Yeah)
Mama told me don't hate on the law (Ow)
Because everybody got a job (What?)
Because everybody wan' be a star (Real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan' be a part (Swear, swear, swear)
She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya boy
[Travis Scott:]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Young Thug (Quavo):]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you (Ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin', yeah (Quavo)
[Quavo:]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin, baby, Home Alone (Home Alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (Hey)
She in love with the pipe (Pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice (Hey, ice, woo)
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and codeine, please don't take my life (My life)
She had a dream with Céline so I bought it twice (Céline)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl, you're so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin' on four and I'm shootin' dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike (Brr)
And I'm loving all races (All races)
Hell nah, I don't discriminize (No)
Drinkin' on clean, sanitize (Drank)
Ostrich seats with the frog eyes (Skrrt)
If I ever call your phone, baby (Brrt)
Best believe it's only one time (Brrt)
[Travis Scott:]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Young Thug:]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin', yeah
[Travis Scott:]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Like, "Brrt")
(Like, "Brrt")
I'm in the zone, baby
Pick up the phone, baby (Like, "Brrt")
(Like, "Brrt")
I'm in the zone, baby
Lose lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Cassie)
[Travis Scott:]
My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
[Travis Scott (Cassie):]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
(Steady with the crew, steady with the crew)
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
(And I never liked it, and I never liked them)
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
(Steady with the crew, steady with the crew)
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
(And I never liked it, and I never liked them)
[Travis Scott:]
You know what, we grew on
We go back like futons and coupons
We too bad, we too wild, we too young
Shake some, my niggas gon' shake some
Fall through and break somethin'
Broad day, and take somethin'
Backwards, I've been livin' backwards
On my mattress, orgies on my mattress
Flashes, dreamin', havin' flashes
Dashin', hopin' I don't crash it
My Lambo gon' skrrt, my crib ain't got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
[Travis Scott & Cassie:]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never like them
Guidance lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. K. Forest)
[Travis Scott:]
And I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place (I roll up, I roll up)
[K. Forest (Travis Scott):]
I roll up behind it (Yeah), I wanna try it (Yeah)
Grip on your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin' (Straight up)
You're from the Islands, you stay wildin'
I guide, I guide you like a pilot
[Travis Scott:]
Haven't been around this year (Yeah, yeah)
I like to see you change your gears (It's lit)
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe
Pump up, follow me
Rumble, follow me (Yeah)
Roll up, follow me
Pop two, follow me (Straight up)
Do you like that? Follow me
Nicest, follow me
Backwards, follow me
Practice, follow me, yeah (It's lit)
Hop up, it's time for a switch (Yeah)
Lightskin girls like their hair, man, it come with a twist
Badmon, badmon, yeah you know it come with a risk (Risk)
I ain't a bouncer but the way you bouncin'
I might just frisk ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I roll up behind it (Yeah), I wanna try it (Yeah)
Grip up your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin' (Straight up)
You need some guidance, you stay wildin'
I'ma guide you like a pilot
Haven't been around this year (Yeah, yeah)
I like to see you change your gears (It's lit!)
To a motion that's more faster, (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop) babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna (Grrah) catch up, babe
And I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place
[K. Forest:]
(I roll up, I roll up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh
[Travis Scott:]
You silent, you quiet
What happened to the loud talkin'?
All that noise, you done?
Are you finished? Or are you done?
How you been with your workout visits?
Got my 'scription
Got my attention
You know my intentions
You know nobody know our business (No)
God's our witness (Yeah)
Lit like my wrist is
Only like it when you're at your littest (It's lit)
I roll up behind it (Yeah), I wanna try it (Yeah)
Grip up your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin' (Straight up)
You need some guidance, you stay wildin'
I'ma guide you like a pilot
Haven't been around this year (Yeah, yeah)
I like to see you change your gears (It's lit)
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe
[K. Forest:]
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, grrrrr
(I roll up, I roll up)
Wonderful lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd)
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah)
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time (Yeah)
Been a minute since I pulled up outside (Skrr, skrr)
Shut it down, yeah, you do that every time (Okay)
Oowee, got a feeling you might, yeah (Yeah)
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with you, yeah
Work that 9 to 5 with you, yeah
After smoke a pound with you
Oh my (Yeah), on a vibe, what a wonderful time (It's lit)
Hundred deep, all my niggas outside
Valet park when I pull up in the ride (Yeah, yeah)
Ho, it's late, you might have to spend the night, yeah
[The Weeknd (Travis Scott):]
Oh, I love my city lit at night, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, I love my bitches when they bite, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, let's call some up and let's get right, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, oh-oh (Yeah)
We just landed in your city, go time
Driving to the venue like she's seeing no signs
She got all the passes, she don't ever do lines
Bustin' like she's single, she ain't wasting no time (Alright)
You cannot record, that's for the show now (Oh no)
Leave your phone, you'll get that later on, now (Straight up)
Pour that special drink that's for my throat now (Yeah)
And take a sip
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, we do that every time
Oowee, got a feeling you might-might (Yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with you, yeah (Down with you)
Work that 9 to 5 with you, yeah (Work with you)
After smoke a pound with you (Pound with you)
[Travis Scott {The Weeknd}:]
Oh me, oh my
Why they wondering who the kid sleeping side?
I been up sleepless late nights
Override, yeah, overdrive, yeah (Oh)
Bag it, bag it up, just bag it up, yeah (Yeah)
Wanna try this one more again {Oh my}
I been on the edge (Yeah, yeah)
Scoping through the lens
These thoughts is in my mind
Got me on the drive
Got me on the ride to a wonderful time
[The Weeknd (Travis Scott):]
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time (Straight up)
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, we do that every time
Oowee, got a feeling you might, yeah (Yeah)
[Travis Scott:]
Oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, you do that every time
Oowee, got a feeling you might, yeah
[The Weeknd:]
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with you, yeah
Work that 9 to 5 with you, yeah
After smoke a pound with you, oh me
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