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
Rodeo (2015)
- Pornography
- Oh My Dis Side
- 3500
- Wasted
- 90210
- Pray 4 Love
- Nightcrawler
- Piss On Your Grave
- Antidote
- Impossible
- Maria I'm Drunk
- Flying High
- I Can Tell
- Apple Pie
- Ok Alright (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Never Catch Me (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Pornography lyrics - Travis Scott
Nine light years away, just outside of the Kepler solar system
We find ourselves consumed and utterly mesmerized
With a story of a young rebel against the system
Refusing to conform or comply to the ways of authority
He chose the mood of "Fuck this shit"
At that moment, the one known as Jacques turned to Scott
Chose to jump off his mama porch leading the stampede of lost souls
In the middle of their metamorphosis, not quite through with their journey
Ain't made it to wherever the fuck they gon' be in life
But wherever it is, it's better than here, so fuck you, and fuck this
No monogamy, ménage with me
Pornography surrounding me
You get high with me, you come down with me
That's all I need in my fantasy
All these flashing lights—, lights—, lights—
Give you some of me, you want all of me
And get high with me and come down with me
Yeah, that's all I need in my fantasy
You remind me of my ex, crazy love
We designed our love around the drugs
We both in this club, we both tryna fuck
I'ma rub a dub, tryna get a nut
No monogamy, ménage with me
Pornography surrounding me
You get high with me, you come down with me
That's all I need in my fantasy
All these flashing lights blinding me
Give you some of me, you want all of me
And get high with me and come down with me
Yeah, that's all I need in my fantasy
The story of the bastard was never told
The soul of a bastard was never sold
Will he survive, or will he fold up?
Living like a bronco, lifestyle wild and untamed
Sit sip at the top, a long list of no named
Misfits can't wait to get a chance to say "Fuck you"
To the ones who say "Fuck you"
'Til you doing ya thing, codeine and cocaine cartels
Who leads the charge of this young mob?
La Flame, he hears in his head, "The world is yours" (Yours, yours)
Wake up, nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga
Niggas in the bushes in the farms, might gotta rake up a nigga
I'm way too antsy 'cause my ambition's too frantic
I might need to move to Atlantis 'cause my mind too outlandish
It's the rodeo, time to get started
Houston nigga goin' James Harden
They was wildin' on us niggas in the projects
Wonder why a nigga went cold-hearted
They wanna put my soul up on an auction
But I'ma make 'em take the fall like August
And they gon' vote me right in on my caucus
And I'ma show these niggas how to get lawless
Why your hands out, asking could you hold one?
Who do I owe? Nigga, no one
They bigging you up but you low down
Animated acting frozen
I got porno pics, wish I can post them
Stackin' Franklins, I can't fold 'em
Niggas askin' for the old him
But I'm way too young to be the old him
I'ma make this shit crack Lamar Odom
'Til I climb to the top of the podium
So wake up, nigga, gotta get the cake up, nigga
Niggas in the bushes, niggas on the farm, might gotta rake up a nigga
I'm way too antsy 'cause my ambition's too frantic
I might move out to Atlantis 'cause my mind too outlandish
We gon' rule the world, we gon' rule the world
We gon' rule the world, hmm
Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never ever gonna stop it!
La Flame says, "Let your ambition carry you"
Oh My Dis Side lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Quavo)
[Part I: Oh My]
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my
I've been up for a long time, oh my
Oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my (Oh my, yeah)
Oh my, oh my (Oh-oh-oh)
I've been up for a long time, oh my
Oh my, oh my
I've been up for a long time (Ooh), broad day
I've been popping pills (Ooh), pouring syrup (Ooh), every day
Cuzo hanging at my aunty house (Bando) selling ye (Uh)
I got shooters dressed in camo (Grra)
Oh my (Ooh)
I've been in and out the courthouse, jury tripping
I've been flipping, flipping, syrup sipping (Flipping)
Water whippin' (Whippin')
Mama kicked me out the house now, oh my (Woo)
I might end up on a couch now (Gah), oh my
I'm on a flight now (Yeah), oh my
L.A., at another couch now (Uh), oh my
(I'm counting up nothing but Benjamins right now. Money)
Oh my
I'm on a flight now (Woo), we so high
'Bout to get some cash now (Cash), oh my
Got my momma that new house now (Momma), oh my
Now she cannot kick me out now (No), oh my
I've been up for a long time (La Flame), oh my (Oh my)
Woo!
Oh my, oh my (Uh)
Oh my, oh my (Oh my, oh my)
I've been up for a long time (Long time), oh my (Oh my)
Oh my, oh my (Oh my, uh, go)
Oh my, oh my (Oh my)
Oh my (Uh), oh my (Oh my)
I've been up for a long time, oh my (Long time)
Oh my, oh my (Oh-oh-oh-ooh)
[Part II: Dis Side]
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
Wow, wow, wow, wow
Let me tell you a little story about this side (This side)
You really can't make it on this side (This side)
Lot of lone stars on this side (This side)
I feel a lot at home on this side (Ooh)
Ball 'til we fall on this side (Ooh)
Lit late night on this side (Ooh)
You never come around past midnight (Ooh)
You miss everything on this side
This side (This side), this side (This side)
This side, this side, this side, this side (Uh)
This side (Woo), this side (Ooh)
This side, this side, yeah
[Travis Scott (River Tiber) {Quavo}:]
I made a lot of money on this side (Ooh)
Lost a lot of money on this side (Ooh)
Had my first kiss on this side (Ooh)
Learned a lot of shit about this side (Ooh)
Lately I been thinking 'bout this side (Ooh)
Tryna get back on this side (Ooh)
Tryna get back what's been mine (Ooh)
I gotta get back on this side
Really miss the feeling of the late nights {Late nights}
Shit we used to do around midnight {Midnight}
Hangin' on the corner, had shit tight {Shit tight}
Doin' all the drugs, had to get right {Get right}
If I could get my partner back it would be nice {Be nice}
He would shoot the one, wouldn't think twice {Shoot the one}
He was too involved with the street life {Street life}
Only way to live on this side {This side}
This side (This side), this side (This side)
This side, this side, this side, this side {Oh}
This side (This side), this side (Oh)
This side, this side, this side {Migo!}
[Quavo:]
Young rich nigga from the Northside
Paid my dues on this side
Flippin' the bricks on this side
I made it out the hood, I'm on the other side
All my niggas on this side (This side)
Keep it one hundred on this side
Love to get money on this side
No new niggas on this side (This side)
Look at my diamonds, don't get blind (Don't get blind)
You better handcuff your ho with a zip tie (Cuff)
'Cause we'll take her, bust her down on this side (Woo)
Broke niggas stand to the left side
Handsome and wealthy on this side
I came from the bottom
And now I'm on top, that's phenomenal (Phenomenal)
This side, this side, this side, this side
If I did not make it, I wonder where I would go (Oh!)
This side, this side (This side), this side (Uh)
Graduated from the midget (Woah)
This the life I was livin' (Woah)
Graduated to a million (Woah)
It's the money that I'm gettin' (Woah)
Graduated from a hotbox
Now I'm ridin' 'round in a Bentley (Skrrt, skrrt)
This how we do it on
[Travis Scott (Quavo):]
This side, this side (Woo), this side (Uh)
Always, always this side
This side, this side, this side
That's right, that's right
You never come around past midnight
Midnight, midnight
You know how I like my lean poured right
Just right, on this side
Find everything you need, everything you need on this side
This side, this side, this side, this side
3500 lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. 2 Chainz & Future)
[Future:]
Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
Fuck niggas, they scared
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot
Yah, these niggas is scared
[Travis Scott:]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
(Sundays in the city movin' slow)
Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (Yeah!)
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Painkillers, ain't got back pain, know you gotta love it (Yeah!)
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em
(Only trill niggas I know)
Up and Down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it (Alright! Sundays in the city movin' slow)
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it (Yeah!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
We're still holdin' that old thing, tryna rob me of it (Oh no!)
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it (Score!)
(Sundays in the city movin' slow)
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public (Straight up!)
Flyin' through, I got a young 'Yoncé with a Iggy on her (Yeah!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it (Woo!)
All these cups and damn, all these hoes
These niggas up to somethin' (Oah!)
Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly (Woo!)
It's trill niggas, where it's trill niggas, a whole army of 'em (Woo!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
I run the check up, I'm a hot nigga, don't turn my 'countant on me (Yeah!)
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies
Good lord! (Good lord! Ooh)
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
[Future (Travis Scott):]
Smoke with me, drank with me, lean like I'm Clark
Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park
You niggas some marks and you ain't got no heart
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R
(Only trill niggas I know)
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R
I'm counting, I'm dripping, I'm fiending
I'm not from this planet, I was abandoned
Trill niggas, real niggas, popping them pill niggas
Stack up a mil', nigga like it's a lil' nigga
This for the one who gon' load up that K for me
This for the ones that ran off and didn't wait on me
This for the niggas ran off and didn't wait on me
This for you, bitch, you ran off and didn't wait on me
(Only trill niggas I know)
Hood nigga, fuck all that red carpet shit
Hood nigga, I fuck a red carpet bitch
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist
You can smell promethazine when I piss
I pray to God he bring me Actavis
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Hop on the private, I do it, take all the mollies, I do it
The Bentley put up with no mileage, I do it
These Styrofoams with me legitimate
I'm proudly downing these Percocets
We just want to be stoners lately, I've been on, on, on
This money an option, this weed is an option, this lean is an option
Your bitch is an option, her bitch is an option
I send them through auctions
You paying that price for that punani
This gold on my neck is a new Grammy
[Travis Scott (2 Chainz):]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Yeahhh)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (2 Chainz)
[2 Chainz:]
My bathtub the size of swimming pools
Backstroke to my children room
Maybach in the living room (Ooh)
I spent racks on these tennis shoes (Tell 'em)
Niggas know what I'm finna do
Time for me to put the mink up (I did)
Forgiattos on the Brinks truck
My favorite rapper drove a pink truck (Killa)
I do shit that you dreamed of
I was born with a mean mug (Damn)
I was born with some nappy hair
Drinkin' breast milk out a lean cup
Tity Boi's my alias (Yeah)
Real niggas my radius (Yeah)
(Only trill niggas I know)
Trill niggas on the song with me
If she bad as hell I'll pay the babysitter (I will!)
In a black Mercedes with her (Skrrt)
Doin' about 180 with her (Skrrt)
I was born a hustler, paraphernalia in my baby pictures
Resident, all elegant (Elegant)
Leather shit in my front yard (Swear)
TV by my swimming pool (Swear)
Got that built like a sports bar (Ayy)
Chevelle with a new motor (Err)
Got the bitch like a sports car (Yeah)
Yeah, my name is Tity Boi (Oh)
I don't fuck with hoes that wear sports bras (Nah!)
Crib bigger than your imagination
Call the trap house the gas station (I did)
Call momma's house the Jag station (Haha)
Emoji, sad faces (Damn)
Look at these niggas (Look!)
I need to buy pocketbooks for these niggas
[Travis Scott {2 Chainz}:]
Sundays in the city movin' slow {Punkass}
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat {3500}
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know {Real shit only here}
Only-only-only trill niggas I know {Definitely}
Only-only-only trill niggas I know {Definitely}
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know {Ooh}
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
[Future (Travis Scott):]
Ain't nobody triller than me, ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill man, I'm takin' their spot, yah, we ride on a yacht
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Ain't nobody triller, I knew it, ain't nobody triller, we knew it
Pour up in H-Town, them niggas don't play 'round like Jas and Jr
(Only real niggas keep it float)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
[Travis Scott:]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Wasted lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Juicy J)
[Travis Scott:]
Wasted or nah?
(Aw, aw, yeah, aw)
Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah?
Take a sip, drowning in this shit, coppers on my hip, I hold my head
I've been taking risks to make that money flip, shots to the head
I ain't order it, I can't afford this shit
Go to war with this you overboard, I'm over bored with shit
Now, it's pay up player, pay a nigga
Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accountants
Twenty racks to show just a little allowance
Only come to Houston if the boy allow it
Bow your head to a real one, coming down with them main niggas
H-Town, don't play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit-wit-wit it
I've been grinding, slaving over time since I was a fan
Looking in the mirror like "One day, Jacques, you gon' be the man"
One skinny, tatted nigga, blunt flicker
Young La Flame, hot spitter who can't hold his liquor, yah
[Pimp C:]
It's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
[Juicy J {Travis Scott):]
There's a lot of motherfuckers that can't handle they liquor
Can't handle these drugs
(Wasted or nah?)
It's only real niggas that can handle their shit, man
(Wasted or nah?)
Yeah (Wasted or nah?)
So, if you tryna get lit, wanna pour up?
Make sure you stay on our level, 'cause we go up
Let me see you up
[Juicy J:]
Is you wasted, baby?
One shot, two shots and you still talking crazy (Trippy)
Three shots and you faded
Freaks coming out at night and they gettin' X rated
Four shots now she wanna do the clique
Any more shots she ain't gon' remember shit
Smoking on extendos, no clips
Project hoes going up in the Ritz (Trippy)
She gon' do it for a G, anything for me, bruh
She just wanna fuck and drink and chief all the weed up
Sexy bitch, pop that pussy 'cause you in your prime
Pour that purple over ice, call it "turtle time"
Shawty never been a hesitator
Got her going down on the elevator
Heard the pussy bomb, I'ma detonate her
Fuck her from the back, keep the neck for later
No magic trick, but I levitate her
With the magic stick, nothing less than great
When I hit her with the dope D, I'm gone
Don't text me later, no extra favors
[Pimp C:]
It's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
It-it-i-it's really going down in the goddamn south
I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end
[T.I.:]
Hmm, weed, lean, MDMA, he say, she say
All the products of a young man gone the long way
From the home that he knew, 'til he roamed where he at
And the phone break up, unknown wake up
Several one night stands, hung up phone, break up
If he fall, will he fly? Sure, wouldn't take much
For you to find out, jump, if you took that plunge
If not, we're in the same spot, how could you judge?
How could you judge? C-c-could you judge?
90210 lyrics - Travis Scott
[Part 1]
[Travis Scott (Kacy Hill) {Chantel Jeffries}:]
{Dean, what's poppin'? Yo, Travis}
Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(Mama's bailing down that road, craving 9021)
[Travis Scott (Chantel Jeffries):]
She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
(Honestly, God bless)
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)
Ooh, used to take the long way home
Long way home, all for that candy, mm (Hahaha)
[Kacy Hill:]
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, doo
[Travis Scott:]
Jacques turned La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy
Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh
He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone
Pop anything, pop anything to find that alley
Hmm, yeah, to find that alley, mm
[Kacy Hill:]
Baby's hooked on feeling low
Do, do, do
Do, doo
[Travis Scott (Kacy Hill):]
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh
It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roaming in that alley
(Baby's hooked on feeling low)
Oh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley
[Part 2]
[Travis Scott:]
Ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me"
I'm falling in and out of clouds, don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh
What happened? Now my daddy happy
Mama called me up, that money coming and she love me
I done made it now, I done found life's meaning now
All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now
Friends turning into fraud niggas
Practicing half the passion, you niggas packaged different
All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it
I'ma sell it, your niggas salary 'bout to cap bitch
Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
Smiling at 'em laughing at me
I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked then passed it back, bitch
All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin, yeah, yeah
Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Cuzzo said we in the store', yeah, we 'bout to drop a four
He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
Told my auntie put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down
Now you know you love your own now
Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down
I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
Whole crew, I swear they counting on me
Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em
Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in order
My mom's biggest supporter so now a nigga support a nigga
Pray 4 Love lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. The Weeknd)
[The Weeknd:]
Oh, oh, don't pray for love
Oh, oh, say it loud
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh
[Travis Scott (The Weeknd):]
Pray for who lost they fate and died too young
Pray for the ones I hate, the ones I love
Pray for my liver when I'm off in this club
I pray that the demons go away, they hauntin' us
Man, I can't take no more of this lifestyle we been living
Man, I can't take no more of the white powers in position
Gotta grab up J-Will, gotta scoop up J-Rich
Told Chase we ain't going back, you know we gotta hitch
I mean, I'm aggravated, agitated, I admit
Intoxicated, animated, got me feeling kinda lit
Contemplating fornicating, might as well fuck up some shit
They looking at me way too crazy, got me feeling communist
But I'm just trying to save the throne, pray for Bones, pray for Stix (Just ask the lonely)
If my album never sell, then we gon' hit that lick
Tell Lamar, call up Cash, tell him buzz me at the Ritz (Just ask the lonely)
It's the weekend, we off the deep end, you need to pray for us
[The Weeknd:]
Oh, oh, don't pray for love
Oh, oh, say it loud
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh
[Travis Scott {The Weeknd}:]
Pills (Pills, pills), have you ever been through life's (Through life's), challenges? Promises? Promises? (Challenges? Promises? Promises?)
Get down, I'm prayin' (Get down, I'm prayin')
Let me tell the lost tale about Jacques
Let me tell you how I turned Scott
How I went down on the block
Waterfall around ten o'clock
And how we came up getting all the knots, dodging cops, yeah
'Fore a nigga had the locks {Just ask the lonely}
'Fore a nigga had the chain, 'fore I had the bops
Always kept my city on me like it was a swatch {Just ask the lonely}
Every time we in the party, took it up a notch
Now I'm thinking 'bout this new girl, and she doing pop {Oh-oh}
Wanna know my dick longer than a Pringle box
{Don't pray for love}
Tired of seein' these black kids on the face of FOX {Oh-oh}
And fuck CNN, they don't wanna see us win {Say it loud}
Mama, don't you worry no, no more, worry no, no more {Just ask the lonely}
I'ma take you from the first to the ninetieth floor
You always told me what I plant, that shit gotta grow {Just ask the lonely}
And anything I detonate, that shit gotta blow
Pray for love
[The Weeknd {Travis Scott}:]
No, oh, oh {Woah}
We don't pray for love, no more, no more {Woah, woah, woah}
We don't wanna see you on the cover of a carton {You don't wanna see no more}
We don't wanna see you on the news {No more, no more, no more, no more}, all alone
{Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no, hm, no, no, no, no, no, no. Just ask the lonely}
{Hm, no, no, no, no, no, no. Just ask the lonely}
{Hm, no, no, no, no, yeah}
[The Weeknd:]
Underrated is an understatement
They tryna test greatness, a nigga tryna get paid
These niggas fiends watching all of my moves
'Cause the music like crack, got me cooking all day
I'm right here, you know where I stay
And if you don't, then ask your girl, she probably know the way
She like my show lights, she wanna be wifey
She know that if she got me that she gon' be good for life
So I pull out for the climax, faster than a hi-hat
Sorry, baby, I don't play
And if I did, you know my kids would be ballin'
And my daughter gon' never meet a nigga like me
My niggas pull up in that Rolls-Royce
Like they sell that coke, boy, shout out to the Coke Boys
They never pray for us, nobody pray for us
Nobody pray, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, oh, don't pray for love (Oh, oh)
Oh, oh, say it loud (Oh, oh)
Just ask the lonely
Just ask the lonely, oh-oh (Just ask the lonely)
Nightcrawler lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Swae Lee & Chief Keef)
[Swae Lee:]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, uh
Did you have the time of your life?
Let's have the afterparty at my place
Ayy, do you have some spare change?
On me, I've got hundreds I'll throw in your face
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, order more bottles, order more models
Order more hours, shots on an island
Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me
Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys
Dope, I'm so dope
All these hunnies pilin' on the floor
And we stuntin', know you see the glow
Throw these hundreds, thought I'd let you know
Since LA, I've been puttin' on
Cirque du Soleil, goin' on and on
I got this money, tell me what you want
For this money, can you drop it low?
Yeah, order more bottles, order more models
Order more hours, shots on an island
Hotter than the summer, the winter couldn't chill me
Young, free, and wildin', order more kidneys
Mm, when the night calls, oh-oh-oh
When the night calls, oh-oh-oh
Yeah, order more bottles (Order more bottles)
Order more models (Order more models)
Order more hours (Order more hours)
Shots on an island (Shots on an island)
Hotter than the summer (Hotter than the summer)
The winter couldn't chill me (The winter couldn't chill me)
Young, free, and wildin' (Young, free, and wildin')
So order more kidneys (So order more kidneys)
[Swae Lee:]
Freaks come out at night
We bring our fantasy to life
Point me to the ice
And I don't need your drink, high off life
Uh, someone kill the lights
I brought the party favors, just get piped
All my bitches right
But I want you and you tonight
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, order more bottles (Order more bottles)
Order more models (Order more models)
Order more hours (Order more hours)
Shots on an island (Shots on an island)
Hotter than the summer (Hotter than the summer)
The winter couldn't chill me (The winter couldn't chill me)
Young, free, and wildin' (Young, free, and wildin')
So order more kidneys (So order more kidneys)
When the night crawls
All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night calls
We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol
All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
[Chief Keef:]
Ayy, walked up in the bank (Bank)
Ordered me some funds (Beep)
Walked in the strip club
Order me some ones (Gang)
I walked up in the gun store (Huh?)
Ordered me some guns (Bang-bang)
Your bitch walked up in the spot
And she ordered me for lunch (Gang, gang)
I just ordered me some brunch (Ayy)
Korean spicy garlic (Ayy)
Bitch, I come from eating McDonald's (Uh-huh)
Girl, you know I'm from the projects (Ayy)
Like I'm a G, I come through mobbin'
Like Wu-T-A-N-G, we come through wildin'
I ain't chicken, Killer Caesar with the chopper (Bang-bang)
Boy, you don't blow no poles, I know, I know (No, no, no)
I got me some angles
I got me some money, fuck, I got me some haters (Ayy)
I got me some FedEx (Ayy, ayy), I got me some cake
I got me some UPS, I got me a freight, ayy (Gang, gang)
Order some more money (Beep)
Order some more money (Beep)
Order some more money (Beep)
Order some more bottles (Ayy)
Order some more bitches (Ayy)
Order some more money (Gang)
I know you wanna be rich, bitch (Gang, gang)
[Travis Scott:]
When the night crawls
All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night calls
We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol
All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night crawls
All the money, all the hoes, and the alcohol
All these hundreds and these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
When the night calls
We want money, we want hoes, we want alcohol
All these hundreds, all these thousands, I'ma spend it all
Always when the night calls
Piss On Your Grave lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Kanye West)
[Kanye West:]
Yo, yo, yo
I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, nigga, behave
Nigga, behave, nigga, behave
[Travis Scott:]
Us niggas, we can't behave
We mobbed on the pave, got treated like slaves
Young niggas treated like slaves
This the moment I've been waiting for
This why I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for
Told momma, "Bitch, get back in the door"
I've been comin' up and down, a nigga can't take no more
Kamikaze over commas
Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans, I can't fit in
Poppin' pills since droppin' Ritalins
Pop a penicillin, nigga, you gotta get with it
My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now
The same fuckers used to doubt
All preachin' that they proud
I pull my zipper down and whip it out
[Kanye West:]
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave
Turn this up, teacher
Play this in the third grade, in the third grade
Can't hide from the truth
Now, we 'bout to go ape, we're 'bout to go ape
These streets is not safe
These niggas ain't playin', these niggas ain't playin', hunh
These niggas ain't playin'
This for my fam, this for the fam, do this for the fam
Hop out of the Lamb', hop onto the 'gram
What the fuck was you sayin'?
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave, piss in your grave
I'll piss on your face
I'll piss on your bitch, I'll piss on your date, ugh
Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'?
Me and La Flame, is you not entertained?
Huh
Antidote lyrics - Travis Scott
Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah)
Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back)
It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)
So, don't you open up that window (Ooh)
Don't you let out that antidote, yeah
Party on a Sunday (That was fun)
Do it all again on Monday (One more time)
Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God)
I might do it all again (That's boss shit)
I just hit a three peat (Ooh)
Fucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry)
I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no)
My nigga, that's a no-no (Straight up)
She just want the coco (Cocaína)
I just want dinero (Paper hunt, where?)
Who that at the front door? (Who that is?)
If it's the feds, oh, no, no, no (Don't let 'em in, shh)
Don't you open up that window (Yeah)
Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah, ooh)
Poppin' pills is all we know (Yeah)
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)
Don't go through the front door (In the back)
It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)
Yeah, ooh, ooh, at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah)
At the night show (Higher), at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah)
Ooh, at the night show (Get lit, my nigga)
Ooh, at the night show (Yeah)
Anything can happen at the night show
Everything can happen at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ahh)
Ooh, at the night show
Anything can happen at the night show
Ooh, at the night show
Ooh, your bitch not at home, she at the night show
Ooh (Straight up), fuckin' right, ho
Ooh, had to catch a flight for the night show
Ooh (Let's go), let's get piped though
Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light, no (Rrr, La Flame)
I ain't got no type though, only got one night though, we can do it twice though
Ooh (It's lit), at the night show, ooh
At the night show (Ooh, ooh), at the night show
Ooh, at the night show, yeah, at the night show, everything can happen at the night show
Ooh, at the night show
Anything can happen at the night show, ooh
Stackin' up day to day, young nigga
You know you gotta go get it, go get it, my nigga
They hatin', they stankin', they waitin'
Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin'
Lord, I'm on fire, they think that I'm Satan
Callin' me crazy on different occasions
Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages
'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles
I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient
Over my niggas and these kids my ages
Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated
Like these two bitches that might be related
H-Town, you got one, and you Bun B like a number-one
It's late night, got a late show
If you wanna roll, I got a place where (Ah)
Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back)
It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)
So don't you open up that window (Ooh)
(Don't you let out that antidote)
Impossible lyrics - Travis Scott
You the one, you know me the best
You the one I call when I'm stressed
This the time of the year I feel alone
This the time of the year you treat me wrong
Yeah, this the late night, you know the deal (Deal)
On a late night, nowhere to chill
Yeah, I'm on the west, yeah, I'm on the west side
Off the drugs, know I'm not the best guy
But you know I always get it done, yeah
You done had all of the rappers, I'm the one, yeah
Ain't gon' lie, I remember how it feels, yeah
I ain't gon' lie, I'ma tell you this for real
(What)
Split a pack of the woods down
Ride with me, yeah, you wish you could now
Always come and go and never fail
It was never love, I can tell now
She pop 'em up, Blue Chanel just to get it up
Parking lot full of foreign hoes on the regular
With them painted toes in them heels
Let's go find a place that's far from here, for real
Far from here
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish
I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible
Yeah you the one, you know me the best
You the one I call when I'm stressed (This the time)
This the time of year when I'm alone
This the time of the year we get our own
I can't lie when I'm out on the west
Yeah, the west, yeah, yeah, the west side
And lately, I ain't been feeling the best
'Cause you the best, yeah, you my best side
Now you know what you're dealing with
Now you know what's wrong, what the feeling is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rastas rolling in Benz up in here
Bandits poppin' them bars up
Man don't run up the bands up make them gun claps in here
No fear, no fear, you rock, I hear
I'm gon' let you know that the man is for real
Yeah, for real
Far from here
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
Nights like this, nights like this, I wish
I could do the impossible, I could do the impossible
You already (Yeah) know right? That you are irreplaceable (Irreplaceable)
And I'm gonna take it slow, baby (Baby)
You already know right? That you are irreplaceable (Irreplaceable)
And I'm gonna take it slow, baby (Baby)
Yeah
I wish I could do the impossible
I wish I could do the impossible
I could do the impossible
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