Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (it's lit)
Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (yeah)
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (alright)
I was hot as hell out in the heat (yeah, yeah)
Then the storm came in to save my life
Head up to the sky, down on my knees (straight up)
Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night
In the nighttime (woo, yeah)
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (rollin')
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (oh, no)
Niggas femalin', they excelling (yeah)
Are they intelli'? (what you tellin'?)
We propellin', up top with Ellen, uh (with the choppers)
Kill the jealous with propane repellent
Got me goin' crazy (it's lit)
On tour, we'll tell 'em, we brought the section (gang)
They keep on callin' up, it's gettin' hectic like we projected
So we cut the plug, he's interjected (got me goin' crazy)
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (it's lit)
Whenever I'm down, it got me goin' crazy (yeah)
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy
I was hot as hell out in the heat (yeah, yeah)
Then the storm came in to save my life
Head up to the sky, down on my knees (straight up)
Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night
In the nighttime (woo, yeah)
Got me goin' crazy
Okay, I been up for some days, I ain't got time to lay
Just to drown out all these thoughts, I tried all kind of things
If I take you to my past you will be traumatized
Got a thousand kids outside that's tryna come alive
'99, took AstroWorld, it had to relocate
Told the dogs I'd bring it back, it was a seal of faith
Before no car note, baby girl, she played the tourist guide
Got the keys into my city, now she know the rides
Got new money, got new problems, got new enemies
When you make it to the top, it's the amenities
Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the league
And it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuries
I got 'em stage divin' out the nose bleeds (alright, alright, alright)
And she hit that booger sugar 'til her nose bleed (alright, alright, alright)
Bounce that shit forever, she on both knees
She was talkin' 'bout forever, got a whole week (alright, alright, alright)
Plus she know my baby mama is a trophy
She be throwing up them B's feel like we both bleed
She keep my dick jumpin' up, feel like I'm Moby
I'm way too gold for this beef, feel like I'm Kobe
Yeah, this right here is astronomical
I see you picked up all my ways, I feel responsible
They tryna say that all my problems is improbable
They keep itching at my spirit, I'm diabolical
You feel me?
Travis Scott - Astroworld Album Lyrics
Travis Scott - Astroworld Lyrics
Writer: Brandon Chase Korn, Brandon Michael Whitfield, Cydel Charles Young, Jacques Webster, Jamie Lepe, Lamont Porter, Mike Dean, Samuel Gloade, Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Carousel
What's crackin'?
You already know who it is
Ya' boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?
I'm the dean of this here
I got this
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in (yeah)
Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright)
Bustin' the lights out as soon as we came in (it's lit)
What're they talkin' 'bout, what's it pertainin' (yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I'm aging
This M-E-D it feel caved in
All of my demons invadin'
I live paranoid, hesitatin'
They bitin', they bitin', the cadence
Go out they way, it's okay
Just lock the doors at the basement
I got a gate with my face in it
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That's so blue, it's black too
New growth, new growth
All these fakes I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy, you're too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold
See my breath visible
Yeah
Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold (yeah)
Mixing the water with cheeses, making the money get mold (yeah)
Tryna be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue (yeah)
Put 84's on lanes, I ride by, you think it is spokes, spokes
We did it, we said it, we spoke, spoke, yeah
We put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh
This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo
Moving in silence don't mean it's movin' slow
Even though the speed got old
Sprinklin' methamphetamines
On the leaves, like the snow
Bet they soak
I'm a new species, tail swings on the road
Come to reach, and lose both
Got springs like a toad
Sum' for free in the tote
Saké drown like round white diamonds
Carats (yeah)
Copy sound, mic got two wings, parrot (alright)
Landing down wind, caught two wings (it's lit)
Talons scrape, lift the stage, two wings (yeah, yeah)
Better pray, better pray in two wings (straight up)
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That's so blue, it's black too
New growth, new growth
All these fakes I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you're too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold
See my breath visible
You already know who it is
Ya' boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?
I'm the dean of this here
I got this
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in (yeah)
Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright)
Bustin' the lights out as soon as we came in (it's lit)
What're they talkin' 'bout, what's it pertainin' (yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I'm aging
This M-E-D it feel caved in
All of my demons invadin'
I live paranoid, hesitatin'
They bitin', they bitin', the cadence
Go out they way, it's okay
Just lock the doors at the basement
I got a gate with my face in it
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That's so blue, it's black too
New growth, new growth
All these fakes I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy, you're too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold
See my breath visible
Yeah
Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold (yeah)
Mixing the water with cheeses, making the money get mold (yeah)
Tryna be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue (yeah)
Put 84's on lanes, I ride by, you think it is spokes, spokes
We did it, we said it, we spoke, spoke, yeah
We put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh
This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo
Moving in silence don't mean it's movin' slow
Even though the speed got old
Sprinklin' methamphetamines
On the leaves, like the snow
Bet they soak
I'm a new species, tail swings on the road
Come to reach, and lose both
Got springs like a toad
Sum' for free in the tote
Saké drown like round white diamonds
Carats (yeah)
Copy sound, mic got two wings, parrot (alright)
Landing down wind, caught two wings (it's lit)
Talons scrape, lift the stage, two wings (yeah, yeah)
Better pray, better pray in two wings (straight up)
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That's so blue, it's black too
New growth, new growth
All these fakes I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you're too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold
See my breath visible
Writer: Adam Yauch, Adam Keefe Horovitz, Chauncey Hollis, Christopher Breaux, Jacques Webster, Michael Diamond, Mike Dean, Rick Rubin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sicko Mode
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-some-some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (playin'-playin' for keeps)
Someone said, motherf*ck what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)
Yeah
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up (ayy, ayy)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
This how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah
Just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
Ye-ah
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-some-some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (playin'-playin' for keeps)
Someone said, motherf*ck what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)
Yeah
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up (ayy, ayy)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
This how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah
Just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
Ye-ah
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jacques Webster, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Aubrey Drake Graham, Chauncey Hollis, Cydel Charles Young, Mike Dean, Mirsad Dervic, Ozan Yildirim, Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Bryan Higgins, Chris Wallace, Christopher Edward Martin, Chylow M. Parker, Fred Scruggs, Harry Casey, James Jackson, Kamaal Ibn Jonathan Davis Fareed, Keith Elam, Kevin Gomringer, Kirk Jones, Luther Roderick Campbell, Malik Isaac Taylor, Osten Harvey, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Tim Gomringer, Trevor Smith, Tyrone James Taylor, John Hawkins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
R.I.P Screw
Ya' know? (South Side)
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
I gotta let you know the move
I gotta let you know the move
I'm gonna take you on a cruise
I'm gonna take you home and screw
(South Side)
And that's all I've been sayin'
(South Side)
If you fall for the games then you're the one playin'
Because it's too much money out here
And there's too many honeys out here
Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird
Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up
Jump inside and won't you roll with us
Make the devil bite the angel dust
Shawty, shawty, please
Shawty would you go
Shawty what you like
Tell me what you want
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly (yeah)
I just took a four to the head like "mane"
Drop the top on the slab, like "mane"
Off the top of the dome like "mane"
Nothin' beating home like "mane"
And the Screw tapes zone like "mane"
I go Pimp C on the phone like "mane"
Flip say Platinum don't do chrome like "mane"
Had the Southside fade, now let the braids hang
This shit SUC, smooth like "mane"
Rest in peace, Screw, like "mane"
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up
Screw found into a national sound because
Throughout the South, and it's new to, umm
Shawty got a thing for us
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
I gotta let you know the move
I gotta let you know the move
I'm gonna take you on a cruise
I'm gonna take you home and screw
(South Side)
And that's all I've been sayin'
(South Side)
If you fall for the games then you're the one playin'
Because it's too much money out here
And there's too many honeys out here
Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird
Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up
Jump inside and won't you roll with us
Make the devil bite the angel dust
Shawty, shawty, please
Shawty would you go
Shawty what you like
Tell me what you want
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly (yeah)
I just took a four to the head like "mane"
Drop the top on the slab, like "mane"
Off the top of the dome like "mane"
Nothin' beating home like "mane"
And the Screw tapes zone like "mane"
I go Pimp C on the phone like "mane"
Flip say Platinum don't do chrome like "mane"
Had the Southside fade, now let the braids hang
This shit SUC, smooth like "mane"
Rest in peace, Screw, like "mane"
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up
Screw found into a national sound because
Throughout the South, and it's new to, umm
Shawty got a thing for us
Writer: Blair Taylor, Jacques Webster, Khalif Brown, Markous Roberts, Mike Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Stop Trying To Be God
This is the real action
The pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy
And flying high as a kite
Hmm-hmm
Just know what this about
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm
Palm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
Ride for it every night
Visions and these ankles tight
Truth be told I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine to five
Delta and I ship it overnight
Stop tryna be God almighty
F*ck the money, never leave your people behind
It's never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin' down your eyes
'Cause they did not create commandments (ooh, ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy (ooh, ooh)
The signal's far from what you can be (ooh, ooh)
'Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
Stop tryna play God almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin' shit my whole life
I'm warning you, you best not try to play God tonight
If I love her I'ma pass her on
First rule of war, you find an act of one
You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her
'Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal's far from what you can be
'Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You won't succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love 'em, want to really burn me
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
Is it the complex of the saint that's keepin' you so, so still?
Is it a coat of old paint that's peelin' every day against our will?
Is it too long since the last open conversation you had? Oh no
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin' back?
Well can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
Well can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
That it?
The pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy
And flying high as a kite
Hmm-hmm
Just know what this about
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm
Palm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
Ride for it every night
Visions and these ankles tight
Truth be told I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine to five
Delta and I ship it overnight
Stop tryna be God almighty
F*ck the money, never leave your people behind
It's never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin' down your eyes
'Cause they did not create commandments (ooh, ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy (ooh, ooh)
The signal's far from what you can be (ooh, ooh)
'Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
Stop tryna play God almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin' shit my whole life
I'm warning you, you best not try to play God tonight
If I love her I'ma pass her on
First rule of war, you find an act of one
You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her
'Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal's far from what you can be
'Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
You won't succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love 'em, want to really burn me
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God
Is it the complex of the saint that's keepin' you so, so still?
Is it a coat of old paint that's peelin' every day against our will?
Is it too long since the last open conversation you had? Oh no
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin' back?
Well can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
Well can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
That it?
Writer: Jacques Webster, James Blake Litherland, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Bystanders
The party never ends
In a motel, layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
In a motel, layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don't pick, I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chopper gettin' screwed
I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
Put it on God, he the one who put me on top
Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Never got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott and, woo, that deep
Tryna run down, shit's deep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)
Heartbreak hotel, bet you can't take no L's
Plug like AOL, who say that I ain't gon' sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said, "I got it, nigga"
I said, "I ain't gon' tell"
Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I'm sick of the drank (the drink, yeah)
The flippin' of paint (the paint, yeah)
Grippin' the grain (the grain, yeah)
Whippin' the tank (the tank, yeah)
My niggas gon' flame (bang, yeah)
Bitch, I'm with gang (gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on the plane
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm sayin'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
The party never ends (yeah)
Family function, ain't no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned 'em into M's
Why you tryna make amends?
What's that smell? It's heaven's scent
Like I drop straight out the wind
Dodgin' hell and sins
I can't go back there again
Now the dogs ain't civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can't see my suns
Like the light don't hit this eye
In the function and I'm fried
It's the strive it's not a drive
When they open wide
It's a riot, riot
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ah!
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)
Uh
In a motel, layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
In a motel, layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don't pick, I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chopper gettin' screwed
I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
Put it on God, he the one who put me on top
Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Never got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott and, woo, that deep
Tryna run down, shit's deep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)
Heartbreak hotel, bet you can't take no L's
Plug like AOL, who say that I ain't gon' sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said, "I got it, nigga"
I said, "I ain't gon' tell"
Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I'm sick of the drank (the drink, yeah)
The flippin' of paint (the paint, yeah)
Grippin' the grain (the grain, yeah)
Whippin' the tank (the tank, yeah)
My niggas gon' flame (bang, yeah)
Bitch, I'm with gang (gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on the plane
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm sayin'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
The party never ends (yeah)
Family function, ain't no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned 'em into M's
Why you tryna make amends?
What's that smell? It's heaven's scent
Like I drop straight out the wind
Dodgin' hell and sins
I can't go back there again
Now the dogs ain't civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can't see my suns
Like the light don't hit this eye
In the function and I'm fried
It's the strive it's not a drive
When they open wide
It's a riot, riot
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (bitch)
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ah!
F*ck the club up, f*ck the club up (yeah)
Uh
Writer: Ebony Oshunrinde, Jacques Webster, Jarrad Higgins, Khadimoul Fall, Michael Dean
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Skeletons
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, ooh)
Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Louder (louder)
Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher (uh, yeah)
It's like standing in the ocean
We just rocked Coachella, I gave her half of the check
It was good sex, honorable mention to the neck
Didn't pass the loud, that was out of respect
Afterwards, pass the towel, I was out of Kleenex
If you take your girl out, do you expect sex?
If she take her titties out do you expect checks?
First visit, I gave her a pearl necklace
Next visit, I'ma need your girl naked
Took a church visit, you know, 'cause the world hectic
Like floating, if I can't be in time
I don't know, I don't know (wash on me, wash on me, yeah)
In the ocean, I can't be loved
I don't know a sound
(That's right)
Standing in the ocean (standing in the ocean) (ooh)
Echoing (echoing), echoing
Standing in the ocean
(Oh baby)
Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed
Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Louder (louder)
Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher (uh, yeah)
It's like standing in the ocean
We just rocked Coachella, I gave her half of the check
It was good sex, honorable mention to the neck
Didn't pass the loud, that was out of respect
Afterwards, pass the towel, I was out of Kleenex
If you take your girl out, do you expect sex?
If she take her titties out do you expect checks?
First visit, I gave her a pearl necklace
Next visit, I'ma need your girl naked
Took a church visit, you know, 'cause the world hectic
Like floating, if I can't be in time
I don't know, I don't know (wash on me, wash on me, yeah)
In the ocean, I can't be loved
I don't know a sound
(That's right)
Standing in the ocean (standing in the ocean) (ooh)
Echoing (echoing), echoing
Standing in the ocean
(Oh baby)
Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Jacques Webster, Kanye Omari West, Kevin Parker, Mike Dean, Pharell Williams, Reine Risk
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wake Up
I don't wanna wake up
I want you spread out on the sheets
Said her pussy so good
And her pussy so sweet
I don't wanna wake up
I want it flowing through my streams
Getting me hot
Under my feet
I don't wanna wake up
Please don't wake me up, I feel it creeping (yeah)
Controlling how you moving, lucid dreaming (dreams)
Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah
Took the belt-way down to your hood
Say you was in the crowd, I never looked
Looking back how things came back around
Guess I was hooked
Burn the bread and then we burn the town
We both was cooked, yeah
Nah, nah, please don't wake me up, feel like I'm dreamin'
Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamen
I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend
That's my Coco, I'm her Ice-T (Coco, yeah, yeah)
Bend her over for some piping (it's lit)
Bust a cloud, shoot the lightning (pop it)
Pop it now, no, we can't sleep
I don't wanna wake up (yeah)
Want you spread out on the sheets (it's lit)
Say, pussy so good (pop it)
Oh, pussy so sweet (yeah)
When I wake up (yeah, yeah)
Wanna drop top on the beach (straight up)
Getting me high, yeah (yeah)
Under my feet
When I wake up
You decide if I live or die
When you're close, I'm alive, I can feel the sky
I just want your body close to me (oh)
And if I OD
I'll be alone with no heartbeat
I hope they kill us with a ghost in the Lambo'
And the doors going up, suicide
I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)
I want you spread out on the sheets (want you spread out on the sheets)
'Cause that pussy so good (pussy so good) yeah
Girl, that pussy so sweet (pussy so sweet)
I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)
I want it flowing through my streams (want it flowing through my streams)
Ha, getting me hot (getting me hot)
Oh, under my feet (under my feet)
I don't wanna wake up (yeah)
I want you spread out on the sheets
Said her pussy so good
And her pussy so sweet
I don't wanna wake up
I want it flowing through my streams
Getting me hot
Under my feet
I don't wanna wake up
Please don't wake me up, I feel it creeping (yeah)
Controlling how you moving, lucid dreaming (dreams)
Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah
Took the belt-way down to your hood
Say you was in the crowd, I never looked
Looking back how things came back around
Guess I was hooked
Burn the bread and then we burn the town
We both was cooked, yeah
Nah, nah, please don't wake me up, feel like I'm dreamin'
Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamen
I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend
That's my Coco, I'm her Ice-T (Coco, yeah, yeah)
Bend her over for some piping (it's lit)
Bust a cloud, shoot the lightning (pop it)
Pop it now, no, we can't sleep
I don't wanna wake up (yeah)
Want you spread out on the sheets (it's lit)
Say, pussy so good (pop it)
Oh, pussy so sweet (yeah)
When I wake up (yeah, yeah)
Wanna drop top on the beach (straight up)
Getting me high, yeah (yeah)
Under my feet
When I wake up
You decide if I live or die
When you're close, I'm alive, I can feel the sky
I just want your body close to me (oh)
And if I OD
I'll be alone with no heartbeat
I hope they kill us with a ghost in the Lambo'
And the doors going up, suicide
I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)
I want you spread out on the sheets (want you spread out on the sheets)
'Cause that pussy so good (pussy so good) yeah
Girl, that pussy so sweet (pussy so sweet)
I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)
I want it flowing through my streams (want it flowing through my streams)
Ha, getting me hot (getting me hot)
Oh, under my feet (under my feet)
I don't wanna wake up (yeah)
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Adam King Feeney, Jacques Webster, Mike Dean, Sevn Thomas, Wallis Lane
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
5 Tint
Who's that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from the ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit that ain't called for, um
Who that creepin'? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall in love shit, gotta Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport (skrr, skrr)
All that cop harass shit, I might clip a sarge (12)
Keep bouncin' that ass you just might get award (yeah)
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don't panic
Got a switch, gotta change up transit
Still jumpin' 'round move antsy
And I still don't like shit fancy
Up late feelin' real chancy
They outside really tryna end me (yeah)
Who's that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from the ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (yeah)
Wanna hit the Jack then what you call for? (yeah)
All that out-your-name shit that ain't called for (yeah)
Who the f*ck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the Benz
While I'm tryna tip
Shawty said she holding got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like "I-I-I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist" (iced out wrist)
F*ck don't kiss, f*ck she f*ck don't kiss (muwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there's leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib you know that's deep (yeah)
I think it's someone out there watching me, yeah
Who's that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from the ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack then what you call for? (Yeah, Jack)
All that out-your-name shit that ain't called for
Who's that creeping through my window? (who?)
Before you come outside I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from the ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Before you come outside I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from the ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit that ain't called for, um
Who that creepin'? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall in love shit, gotta Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport (skrr, skrr)
All that cop harass shit, I might clip a sarge (12)
Keep bouncin' that ass you just might get award (yeah)
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don't panic
Got a switch, gotta change up transit
Still jumpin' 'round move antsy
And I still don't like shit fancy
Up late feelin' real chancy
They outside really tryna end me (yeah)
Who's that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from the ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (yeah)
Wanna hit the Jack then what you call for? (yeah)
All that out-your-name shit that ain't called for (yeah)
Who the f*ck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the Benz
While I'm tryna tip
Shawty said she holding got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like "I-I-I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist" (iced out wrist)
F*ck don't kiss, f*ck she f*ck don't kiss (muwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there's leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib you know that's deep (yeah)
I think it's someone out there watching me, yeah
Who's that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from the ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack then what you call for? (Yeah, Jack)
All that out-your-name shit that ain't called for
Who's that creeping through my window? (who?)
Before you come outside I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from the ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Writer: Cameron Gipp, Jacques Webster, Mike Dean, Patrick Brown, Raymon Murray, Rico Wade, Robert Barnett, Thomas Callaway, Trocon Roberts, Willie Knighton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
NC-17
Ooh
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
F*ck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve)
Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit)
If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (ooh)
Whoa, think a vibe just start vibratin' (vibe)
Don't do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (swing)
Shawty got the K, don't entertain threats (grah-grah)
Shawty came my way she brought the same sex (same)
Bust it down, she talkin' body language (it's lit)
Eating that punane got my bangs wet (eat it up)
We gon' have to change for the banquet (drippin')
Solo with Mulsanne is not the same specs (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, left with something I ain't came with (alright)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, ice, froze, go, get, gone
Get gone (yeah, yeah)
Three main bitches thinkin' they my main bitch (21, 21)
Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with
(Straight up, straight up)
Don't you come outside, we on that gang shit
(Straight up, straight up)
Had to switch my t-shirt 'cause she stained it (on God)
Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)
F*ckin' 'round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out)
He used to be on, that nigga off now (he off now)
I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs now
(Straight up, straight up)
Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)
If it's 'bout my bae or 'bout some smoke I'm on my way
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Your bitch gave the kid Cudi but I'm not signed to Ye (on God)
I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Baby Face (21)
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
F*ck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve)
Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit)
If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (ooh)
Whoa, think a vibe just start vibratin' (vibe)
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
F*ck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve)
Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit)
If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (ooh)
Whoa, think a vibe just start vibratin' (vibe)
Don't do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (swing)
Shawty got the K, don't entertain threats (grah-grah)
Shawty came my way she brought the same sex (same)
Bust it down, she talkin' body language (it's lit)
Eating that punane got my bangs wet (eat it up)
We gon' have to change for the banquet (drippin')
Solo with Mulsanne is not the same specs (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, left with something I ain't came with (alright)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, ice, froze, go, get, gone
Get gone (yeah, yeah)
Three main bitches thinkin' they my main bitch (21, 21)
Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with
(Straight up, straight up)
Don't you come outside, we on that gang shit
(Straight up, straight up)
Had to switch my t-shirt 'cause she stained it (on God)
Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)
F*ckin' 'round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out)
He used to be on, that nigga off now (he off now)
I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs now
(Straight up, straight up)
Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)
If it's 'bout my bae or 'bout some smoke I'm on my way
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Your bitch gave the kid Cudi but I'm not signed to Ye (on God)
I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Baby Face (21)
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
F*ck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve)
Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit)
If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (ooh)
Whoa, think a vibe just start vibratin' (vibe)
Writer: Allen Ritter, Jacques Webster, Johnny Stefene, Kevin Gomringer, Matthew Samuels, Mike Dean, She'yaa Abraham-Joseph, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Astrothunder
Yeah
Seem like the life I fiend
Seem like the life I fiend's a little distant, yeah
Seems like the life I need
Seems like the life I need's a little distant, yeah
Light the remedy, yeah
Sit back while I ride the deep
Do it on repeat-repeat
Sins controllin' me, yeah
Angels, halos over me
I need blessings and my peace
You been out the streets, yeah
Wildin' on me and all my G's
We been goin' for a week
Now you wanna peak, yeah
Hands up, why they tryna reach?
I can't even get that deep
Told you I don't teach (yeah)
Practice, oh, no, never preach
Practice, oh, no, never preach
Infiltrate the enemy, moving on them randomly
Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah (yeah)
Feels like the life I need, yeah
Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah-ah
Seem like the life I fiend
Seem like the life I fiend's a little distant, yeah
Seems like the life I need
Seems like the life I need's a little distant, yeah
Light the remedy, yeah
Sit back while I ride the deep
Do it on repeat-repeat
Sins controllin' me, yeah
Angels, halos over me
I need blessings and my peace
You been out the streets, yeah
Wildin' on me and all my G's
We been goin' for a week
Now you wanna peak, yeah
Hands up, why they tryna reach?
I can't even get that deep
Told you I don't teach (yeah)
Practice, oh, no, never preach
Practice, oh, no, never preach
Infiltrate the enemy, moving on them randomly
Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah (yeah)
Feels like the life I need, yeah
Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah-ah
Writer: Adam King Feeney, Jacques Webster, Joe Thornalley, John Clayton Mayer, Matthew Adam Tavares, Stephen Lee Bruner, Thomas Rohan Paxton Beesley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Yosemite
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Quarter M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down, where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, Jay number fours
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said I'll be there in ten, but I got there in four
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
I left her wide open, no self control
Hmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Louis shirt wet
It's a M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada's, every color
And I got CC's you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm askin', "Where the codeine at"?
Thirty pointers and up, Eliantte drippin', my whole team wet
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Quarter M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down, where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, Jay number fours
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said I'll be there in ten, but I got there in four
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
I left her wide open, no self control
Hmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm, mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
In the Clearport like I Uber the jets
VVS's on me got my Louis shirt wet
It's a M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shoes for the drip I invest
I'm the boss man, I keep cash at the desk
Know the coupe fast when it end with a "S"
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada's, every color
And I got CC's you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm askin', "Where the codeine at"?
Thirty pointers and up, Eliantte drippin', my whole team wet
Writer: Jacques Webster, June James, Navraj Goraya, Sergio Kitchens, Chandler Durham, Ramiro Morales
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 713 MEDIA PUBLISHING, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, 713 MEDIA PUBLISHING, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cant Say
No you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Your shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed (better watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yea I'm high above the rim (I'm on my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
You gotta watch out where you rocking, shit get real
Drink your real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
The vibes so wavy, it's too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
You can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Your shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all?
I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed (better watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yea I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'
You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain't no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don't give a f*ck how hard it get
That lil' bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the fresh cut
Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip
No you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Your shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed
I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high, but I'm real
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Your shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed (better watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yea I'm high above the rim (I'm on my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
You gotta watch out where you rocking, shit get real
Drink your real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
The vibes so wavy, it's too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
You can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Your shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all?
I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed (better watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yea I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'
You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain't no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don't give a f*ck how hard it get
That lil' bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the fresh cut
Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip
No you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Your shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12, 'round my town you might get killed
I'm out my mind, yeah I'm high, but I'm real
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film
Writer: Adam Feeney, Don Toliver, Ebony Oshunrinde, Jacques Webster, London Cyr, Michael Dean, Sonny Uwaezuoke
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Who? What!
Know what I'm saying, know what I'm saying
Know what I'm saying
Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
Who, what, when and why (who?)
I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide)
Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (ooh)
In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)
Know she keep a open mouth and open mind
I don't open up her door, she open mine
I need less stress and I need more ties, yeah (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the headrest one of twenty-five, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach
We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
All I know it was Mo Bamba on repeat
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)
I could borrow some more
Had to guzzle the fours
Had to count up the O's (big bag)
Had to summon the hoes (ayy)
Dodge the federal (12)
I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)
Rollin' the dice (ayy)
Rock on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
This down and groovy
To get down, get groovy
That bitch brown and choosey (hey)
Shawty (shawty), in the supersonic (yeah)
Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ridin' iconic
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
Was born in the movie (movie)
Never make excuses (no)
It was time to move it (time to move)
It was God and the Uzi (God and the uzi)
We were trained to use it (hey)
They were trained to use it (train)
Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)
Hit your medulla, yeah
Shoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah)
Then shoot your producer
This shit for the gang, get banged and f*ck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
Left out when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up with the sticks in the Sprinter bus, I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
Know what I'm saying
Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I
Who, what, when and why (who?)
I'm alive, just took one to revive (yeah)
Keep that vibe when we show up and collide ('llide)
Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (ooh)
In the Hills but still keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime, yeah)
Know she keep a open mouth and open mind
I don't open up her door, she open mine
I need less stress and I need more ties, yeah (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the headrest one of twenty-five, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (eat it up)
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (nope)
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach
We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak
All I know it was Mo Bamba on repeat
I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)
I could borrow some more
Had to guzzle the fours
Had to count up the O's (big bag)
Had to summon the hoes (ayy)
Dodge the federal (12)
I rolled through the light (skrr, skrr)
Rollin' the dice (ayy)
Rock on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' that Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
This down and groovy
To get down, get groovy
That bitch brown and choosey (hey)
Shawty (shawty), in the supersonic (yeah)
Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ridin' iconic
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
Was born in the movie (movie)
Never make excuses (no)
It was time to move it (time to move)
It was God and the Uzi (God and the uzi)
We were trained to use it (hey)
They were trained to use it (train)
Shoot you like Cupid (shoot)
Hit your medulla, yeah
Shoot at, shoot at intruders (yeah)
Then shoot your producer
This shit for the gang, get banged and f*ck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
Left out when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up with the sticks in the Sprinter bus, I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie
Yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried
Writer: Jacques Webster, Samuel Gloade, Brock F. Korsan, Kirshnik Khari Ball, Lamont Porter, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Ronald Latour, Cydel Charles Young
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Butterfly Effect
All the commas
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Ooh, hmm
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (top, pop it, pop it)
Drop the top, play hide and seek (yeah)
Jump inside, jump straight to the league (league)
Take a sip, feel just how I be (it's lit)
On freeway, but no, ain't nothin' free (straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes (skrrt, skkrt)
Been bustin' bills, but still ain't nothin' change (skrrt, skkrt)
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain (mob)
She caught the waves just thumbin' through my braids (alright)
Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up (it's lit)
Need your love, not a need, it is a must (yeah)
Feelin' stuck, you know how to keep me up (yeah, yeah)
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck (alright)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle (yeah)
All the dawgs, all the dawgs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (it's lit)
Yeah, never go, never go dip on the set, stayed Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern (it's lit, alright)
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dawgs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low, yeah, I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I move in high speed
Yeah, if I send one, need to text back 'cause you know what I need (straight up)
Oh, please (oh please)
Oh me (oh me)
Oh my (oh my)
We been movin', we been movin' for some time (alright)
Flexin', flexin' try to exercise
(Exercise, exercise, exercise, exercise, yeah, yeah)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (bang, yeah)
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Ooh, hmm
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (top, pop it, pop it)
Drop the top, play hide and seek (yeah)
Jump inside, jump straight to the league (league)
Take a sip, feel just how I be (it's lit)
On freeway, but no, ain't nothin' free (straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes (skrrt, skkrt)
Been bustin' bills, but still ain't nothin' change (skrrt, skkrt)
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain (mob)
She caught the waves just thumbin' through my braids (alright)
Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up (it's lit)
Need your love, not a need, it is a must (yeah)
Feelin' stuck, you know how to keep me up (yeah, yeah)
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck (alright)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle (yeah)
All the dawgs, all the dawgs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (it's lit)
Yeah, never go, never go dip on the set, stayed Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern (it's lit, alright)
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dawgs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low, yeah, I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I move in high speed
Yeah, if I send one, need to text back 'cause you know what I need (straight up)
Oh, please (oh please)
Oh me (oh me)
Oh my (oh my)
We been movin', we been movin' for some time (alright)
Flexin', flexin' try to exercise
(Exercise, exercise, exercise, exercise, yeah, yeah)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (top, pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change (change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (bang, yeah)
Writer: Felix Leone, Jacques Webster, Shane Lindstrom, Donald Paton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Houstonfornication
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
Float around town do that on the daily
How I'm supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent (twelve)
Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah)
Yeah, spendin' all my time up there gettin' faded (it's lit)
Yeah, handin' out the E! to the Entertainment (alright)
Yeah-you know on this side it's poppin' and it's dangerous (pop it, pop it)
Ridin' through the clouds we goin' through the vapors (phew, phew)
I'm just tryna get the paper, stayin' out the papers
It ain't easily done, it ain't easy (yeah)
Pop a seal like it's Chris, make it look Breezy (it's lit)
Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing (straight up)
Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me
I just want the peace, it's still Lambo' over Mercedes (yeah)
Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)
Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo' mama (yeah)
Had some real conversations with my nigga, Bill, about congress yeah (straight up)
We at the fest, come and link, per-request (yeah, alright)
Send the pin, drop it in, GPS (yeah yeah)
Seein' flashes, oh, no-no, that's my neck (yeah, it's lit)
I've been livin' paranoid, watch yo' step (yeah yeah)
Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
We always forgive, but don't forget easily (oh, no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash
Yeah, nobody can press me but the press
Nobody can check me when it's chess (ah, nah, for real)
They comin' at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)
I'm out the cash, that's the butterfly effect
I've been locked in for so long, I done got dreads
Took the girl off the network then up the net
Iced out watches for the gang, Patek the set
Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
Just keep droppin' them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
We ain't gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my will, they gon' ride through 'til the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill we ain't never take the steps, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
We always forgive, but don't forget easily (oh, no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
Float around town do that on the daily
How I'm supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent (twelve)
Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah)
Yeah, spendin' all my time up there gettin' faded (it's lit)
Yeah, handin' out the E! to the Entertainment (alright)
Yeah-you know on this side it's poppin' and it's dangerous (pop it, pop it)
Ridin' through the clouds we goin' through the vapors (phew, phew)
I'm just tryna get the paper, stayin' out the papers
It ain't easily done, it ain't easy (yeah)
Pop a seal like it's Chris, make it look Breezy (it's lit)
Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing (straight up)
Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me
I just want the peace, it's still Lambo' over Mercedes (yeah)
Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)
Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo' mama (yeah)
Had some real conversations with my nigga, Bill, about congress yeah (straight up)
We at the fest, come and link, per-request (yeah, alright)
Send the pin, drop it in, GPS (yeah yeah)
Seein' flashes, oh, no-no, that's my neck (yeah, it's lit)
I've been livin' paranoid, watch yo' step (yeah yeah)
Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
We always forgive, but don't forget easily (oh, no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash
Yeah, nobody can press me but the press
Nobody can check me when it's chess (ah, nah, for real)
They comin' at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)
I'm out the cash, that's the butterfly effect
I've been locked in for so long, I done got dreads
Took the girl off the network then up the net
Iced out watches for the gang, Patek the set
Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
Just keep droppin' them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
We ain't gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my will, they gon' ride through 'til the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill we ain't never take the steps, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
We always forgive, but don't forget easily (oh, no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (yeah)
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash
Writer: Jacques Webster, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Rupert Jr. Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Coffee Bean
(This is all)
Bad-bad news, I'm just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It's bad news, bad-bad for you
But I'm back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)
How would you feel if I had you?
Trust me, you'd be mad too
But shawty, we can be mad cool
Just hit me if anything past due
Your family told you I'm a bad move
Plus I'm already a black dude
Leavin' the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed
If only a nigga just had sense
Speaking in past tense
It's been a week and a half since
We ain't been speaking and that meant
You feeling free in my absence
I've been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah
(This is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is-)
I know they told you I'd be bad for you
Don't worry I'll be back for you
All the money and cars
Stripper hoes and the tattoos, bad news
Back off a coffee bean
Reflecting on all you see (this is all, this is all)
Stressing over award shows
She's stressin' over her wardrobe
Bought the mansion on foreclose
No matter how many tickets your tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone's readin' your horoscope
Some shit only me and the Lord knows
SOS, that's for those who hear this in morse code
Too many doors closed Cul-de-sacs and four doors
Still ended up at the North Pole
This is where remorse goes
This shit'll have you in divorce court
Fighting over your seeds, writing over your deeds, sliding over your keys
Alimony and fees, as your lawyer proceeds
To give bad bad news
I'm just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It's bad news, bad-bad for you
But I'm back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)
Bad-bad news, I'm just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It's bad news, bad-bad for you
But I'm back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)
How would you feel if I had you?
Trust me, you'd be mad too
But shawty, we can be mad cool
Just hit me if anything past due
Your family told you I'm a bad move
Plus I'm already a black dude
Leavin' the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed
If only a nigga just had sense
Speaking in past tense
It's been a week and a half since
We ain't been speaking and that meant
You feeling free in my absence
I've been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah
(This is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is-)
I know they told you I'd be bad for you
Don't worry I'll be back for you
All the money and cars
Stripper hoes and the tattoos, bad news
Back off a coffee bean
Reflecting on all you see (this is all, this is all)
Stressing over award shows
She's stressin' over her wardrobe
Bought the mansion on foreclose
No matter how many tickets your tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone's readin' your horoscope
Some shit only me and the Lord knows
SOS, that's for those who hear this in morse code
Too many doors closed Cul-de-sacs and four doors
Still ended up at the North Pole
This is where remorse goes
This shit'll have you in divorce court
Fighting over your seeds, writing over your deeds, sliding over your keys
Alimony and fees, as your lawyer proceeds
To give bad bad news
I'm just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It's bad news, bad-bad for you
But I'm back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)
Writer: Cydel Young, Jacques Webster, Mike Dean, Paul Jefferies, Timothy Suby
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The album title is named after the defunct theme park Six Flags AstroWorld, which was located in Houston, Texas prior to its closure. Scott, a Houston native, aimed for the album to sound like "taking an amusement park away from kids".
He also described the album as a continuation of his debut album Rodeo (2015). Astroworld is a hip hop and psychedelic rap album, incorporating elements of trap and psychedelic music. The album was supported by four singles, "Butterfly Effect", "Sicko Mode", "Yosemite", and "Wake Up".
Astroworld received critical acclaim and performed well commercially, debuting atop the US Billboard 200 with 537,000 album-equivalent units, of which 270,000 were pure sales. It was certified triple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
It won Album of the Year at the 2019 BET Hip Hop Awards. The album was named one of the best albums of 2018 and the decade by several publications.
Performed By:
Travis ScottHe also described the album as a continuation of his debut album Rodeo (2015). Astroworld is a hip hop and psychedelic rap album, incorporating elements of trap and psychedelic music. The album was supported by four singles, "Butterfly Effect", "Sicko Mode", "Yosemite", and "Wake Up".
Astroworld received critical acclaim and performed well commercially, debuting atop the US Billboard 200 with 537,000 album-equivalent units, of which 270,000 were pure sales. It was certified triple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
It won Album of the Year at the 2019 BET Hip Hop Awards. The album was named one of the best albums of 2018 and the decade by several publications.
Genre(s): Hip hop, psychedelic rap
Producer(s): 30 Roc, B Wheezy, Bkorn, Cardo, Cubeatz, FKi 1st, Frank Dukes, Hit-Boy, J Beatzz, John Mayer, June James, Mike Dean, Murda Beatz, Nineteen85, Oz, Rogét Chahayed, Sevn Thomas, Sonny Digital, Tame Impala, Tay Keith, Thundercat, TM88, Travis Scott, Wallis Lane, WondaGurl
Released: August 3rd, 2018
Year: 2018