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