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Mmm... Take a lil sip of that Act All of my... into that Drownin my... out her hair Made all this shit off of raps Diamonds all piss in the bank Hit that lil... from the back, she stacked Audemar mumbles exact Pop a lil Xanny, relax I dont remember doing that All of my bitches in back All of my visions intact All of my mumbles in that Take a lil sip of that Act Drowning my bitches in that, she back mumbles then attack Im gonna run up them racks Lehh go, uhh mumbles on the low, uhh I am astounding, the GOAT, uhh Eenie, meenie, minie, moe, uhh All of them grindin: racehorse Got that Madonn on the stove Im riding around in a whip Riding around, yeah Yeah, these niggas up to something, hmmm These niggas up to something, hm Have a lil sip of that Act Drowning my bitches in that All of my niggas intact All of my boys is, in fact, damn I done ran down in L.A., uhh Take a lil Xan and relax, uhh She want that sip of that Act, uhh Drowning my bitches in that, yeah All of my bitches do Molly, uhh Riding around, where we at? Uhh Let her count, play with them stacks, uhh Run off, I walk in the back, yeah All of them go off of that Hit that lil... from the back, she stacked Audemars mumbles, uhh Take a lil Xannie, relax Yeah I ride with them, I rock and roll Im off this pill Yeah, yeah, yeah I got weed mumbles No I didnt mumbles Yeah, yeah, yeah Woo... These niggas up to something... Ride around, yeah These niggas up to something... Woo... Ride around, yeah Take a lil sip of that Act Flying my bitches to that All of my niggas intact All them my brothers in fact, fact Never gon run out of racks All of my bitches know that Hitting that bitch from the back All of my bitches know that I need more business in that Ride around, look where we at Had her come play with them sacks Then she gon spend some of that Hollywood go well with that Hit that lil bitch in the back, she stacked All of my bitches have gats Take a lil Xanny, relax These niggas up to something... Ride around, yeah These niggas up to something... Ride around, yeah Take a lil sip of that Act All of my bitches in that mumbles All of my bitches are back
Yeah Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, broad day Ive been poppin pills, pourin syrup, every day Cuzo hanging at my aunty house, sellin ye Ive been up for a long time, oh my Ive been in and out the courthouse, jury tripping Ive been flippin, flippin, syru sipping Water whippin Mama kicked me out the house now, oh my I might end out on a couch now, oh my Im on a flight now, oh my L.A., at another couch now, oh my Phone boomin, bombin up now, oh my Im on a flight now, we so high Bout to get some cash now, oh my Got my momma that new house now, oh my Now she cannot kick me out now, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Let me tell you a little story about this side You really cant make it on this side A lot of lone stars on this side I feel a lot at home on this side Ball til we fall on this side Lit late night on this side You never come around past midnight You miss everything on this side This side, this side This side, this side, this side, this side This side, this side This side, this side, yeah I made a lot of money on this side Lost a lot of money on this side Had my first kiss on this side Learned a lot of shit about this side Lately I been thinking bout this side Tryna get back on this side Tryna get back whats been mine I gotta get back on this side Really miss the feelin of the late nights Shit we used to do around midnight Hangin on the corner, had shit tight Doin all the drugs, had to get right If I could bring my partner back, itd be nice He would shoot the one, wouldnt think twice He was too involved with the 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, this side, this side Always, always this side This side, this side, this side Thats right, thats 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
Oh me , oh me, oh my I done lost some ones and I cant even lie Oh me , oh me, oh my I just shut the club down, I didnt even try Oh me, oh me, oh my Yah, yah, yah, yah Oh me, oh me, oh my I just shut the club down, I didnt even try Pulled from the club around 3:30 Ive been up in it, go James Worthy Ive been up, goin up, way up Thinkin about it all day, fuck How many more could fit in the ride? Hit me, Ill pull up on any side All of my niggas on M All of my bitches off M Open, open up, baby You know that Im goin, goin, goin, goin right now Hundred bottles, we get poppin right now Smokin, dont you choke on dopest right now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh me, oh my, homie, dont try Wont you come home for a ride? We can do this for the night Yah, my, my, my How time fly, fly On the up and up, yeah In it, Im in it, I got it, Oh me, oh me, oh my Yah, yah, yah, yah Oh me, oh me, oh my I just shut the club down, I didnt even try
We just rocked ACL, I gave her half of the check It was good sex, honorable mention to the neck Didnt 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, Ima need your girl naked Took a church visit, you know, cause the world hectic In the ocean If I cant be in love I dont know a sound woah woah woah Standing in the ocean Standing in the ocean Bad memories like waves Echoing, echoing yeah woah Standing in the ocean Sadness washin me and the memory Standing in the ocean woah woah Yeah yeah Standing in the ocean Standing in the ocean Standing in the ocean woah Woah woah woah woah woah woah Standing in the ocean Standing in the ocean ooh Ooh ooh ooh woah woah woah Woah woah woah woah woah woah Malcolm Miller yeah we fuckin miss you Standing in the ocean Mac Miller yeah we miss you X we fuckin miss you Yeah woah yeah woah yeah woah
Hah, bitch, Im the man in my city I see how they playin’, I get it I dont say much, but she with it Young, wild and free til I’m finished Got all the drugs you can handle Blow all the holes through the roof Light up the sky like a candle Flashin lights out of the blue Hah, bitch, Im the man in my city I see how they playin, I get it I dont say much, but she with it Young, wild and free ’til Im finished Yeah This goin up in my shit Turn up, hey First off, just jumped off the conference call Second on the list, we aint fuck with y’all Built my own glory, Im so awesome, yall Overall, I mean, you wont fuck with my overalls, but 9AM, in the club til 9AM Had to-, saw the coppers, fought them poppers in the end Bitches poppin bottles til 9AM Passin , pickin 8AM I done run up, up the block They aint niggas on the blocks Same nigga cookin up the pot Same niggas-niggas poppin with they tops Same niggas since a Scott, same young Scott You need a knot, pass on, nigga, get chalked Roll one, my ozone, nigga, Mojo, sold up and aint , yeah
Travis Scott and Lil Duke Rodeo shit On my vibe, on my vibe Ive been drinking Everytime, everytime, why we do this? Spent my mind on my grind Im not selfish We break up then make up we cant help it Ive been sipping Ive been popping everything Lets save some time we aint got to tell no names They say they want a real one They say they want a real one to make them feel young Feel young, feel young On my vibe, on my vibe Ive been drinking Everytime, everytime, why we do this? Spent my mind on my grind Im not selfish We break up then make up we cant help it Ive been sipping Ive been popping everything Lets save some time we aint got to tell no names They say they want a real one They say they want a real one to make them feel young Feel young, feel young On my vibe, on my vibe Ive been drinking Everytime, everytime, why we do this? Spent my mind on my grind Im not selfish We break up then make up we cant help it Ive been sipping Ive been popping everything Lets save some time we aint got to tell no names They say they want a real one They say they want a real one to make them feel young Real one, make them feel young Feel young, want a real one to make them feel young Feel young, make them feel young Feel young , feel young Ayy, I can do that too, let me talk to em Young girl, party girl This is for the party girls round the world I can let you meet trap, but I gotta take em serious Talkin bout the , made a couple beers Ive been puttin drugs in the air like trees Misbreathing your air, misrubbing your hair Miss sitting, it raw I dont wanna get a vault, got enough Bitch tryna take the Ive been on my vibe, Ive been drinking and driving it Right in the roller-coaster, Houston, we got a problem Keep the VC, dont know when you return And we broke up make up, we gon turn up Anything to make you feel young, but you old You aint gotta lie, you aint gotta front That aint really none Nigga, I aint gon stunt, but that aint what you want I mean so what? I like the hair front Im young, over this situation I get too drunk We gotta come back in the piece as one Lets boss up in the fuss You and me aint got fun, like I dont miss a ho he say and she say it been a issue I be real with you, good, you simple Right now I gotta vibe, keep it light, dont kill it Now tonight On my vibe, on my vibe Ive been drinking Everytime, everytime, why we do this? Spent my mind on my grind Im not selfish We break up then make up we cant help it Ive been sipping Ive been popping everything Lets save some time we aint got to tell no names They say they want a real one They say they want a real one to make them feel young Feel young, feel young, feel young On my vibe, on my vibe Ive been drinking Ive been drinking on, yeah Scott, Willz On my vibe, on my vibe, on my vibe Vibe, yeah Mr. E, RPS, fun, hmm-hmm, yeah

Cash cash cash cash Fuck up all this cash Make them dance Make them plans
Oo-ee, like hot sauce Hit her with the moves like hot sauce One-two-three like hot sauce Shake it real fast like hot sauce Oo-ee, like hot sauce Hit her with the moves like hot sauce One-two-three like hot sauce Shake it real fast like hot sauce Rain, rain, rain, rain, dont go away, yeah We got more to spend, got more to spend That aint all we came wit, yeah, yeah All them bills, get all them paid wit it, yeah, yeah Ballin on em like Calvin Cambridge Rain, rain, dont go away, yeah Rain, rain, dont go away, yeah Rain, rain, dont go away, yeah, yeah Rain, rain, dont go away
Snippet Tryna take my life and they took my guys So we forever shedding blood Im just spending my nights, running all my life Them niggas never understood Nigga, fuck the fame, get it on my name When I die, young legend in my hood Young nigga, Im a legend in my hood Young nigga, Im a legend in my hood
Always jammin All my niggas turned in his bitch Yeah, make it good, make it good
Are we loadin? Or here we are Here we are Hes stressin me out! Can we learn, tonight? Can we learn, tonight? Paris, can we learn, tonight? Can we learn, tonight? Hop outta bed, look in the mirror Now Im bout to get some face Watch my face Like, yeah, Im cute, yeah motherfucker, yeah I know Put in my eyes, now my outlook seein straight Light up the iPhone Read the texts from the females I was textin late, last night Hey, Travis $cott Tell me whatcha gettin in today ) Man, I gotta get out Put my sweat shirt on Ever since I got off my ex I been feelin oh, so strong Partyin like all night long Wash my glasses And then break it off Reflectin off, wit a Sunny D Bee hive, pick ya best Its watchin the wind blow All on trees Ashes to ashes, as the fire passes She lookin like Molasses Call me yo sugar, sugar Ill do and die Yeah, call me yo sugar, sugar, babe You look so sweet Cinnamon mixed with Swisher Im a zombie babe, but dont mind my thriller, filler Just influenced this check into a killer Babe, I know what you want, Imma get you what you like Whos bad, whos bad, its not my fault that I wanna be like Mike Yeah, I want that limelight Yeah, that contract with Sprite Mix it in with different people Never say never, unless you up in never land, hangin out wit I like interracial My girl has a white facial After all this, I do not know what my day holds Can we learn, tonight? Can we learn, tonight? Can we learn, tonight? Hawaii Ay, where you at, Hawaiis where its good Ferrari got me luggage Go out and get this wood The kush, packed tight Built only from da hood Ferraris cool and naughty Where your trunk, just check my hood And flow the sheets, complex to get a vibe We blow, go on in five The view, brought with dont try Today wit Harley, throw a Brett and Favre it Catch me on the dirty Harley Check into a party, party The pills and the coco puffs Penthouse, gettin somethin goin tonight The Cleveland Indians, tonight They know we goin cheef, cheef tonight Do you wanna play with me? Play with me? Play with, play with me? Do you, do you wanna play with Play with, tonight Play with me, tonight Do you wanna play with me? Do you wanna play with me? Can we learn tonight, oh, oh? Can we learn tonight, yeah? Oh oh Hawaii Can we learn tonight, oh? Paris, London Tonight Classmates, classmates, yeah
And someday I know itll all turn out And Ill work to work it out Im sitting at home, Im all alone alone cause...I just havent met you yet And I dont know what to do... And I dont know what to do... But Im good, yeah Im good, Im good, yeah Im good And Im sitting at home, Im all alone alone cause...I just havent met you yet Yo, fuck, Im tryin to wake up in jacuzzis With your chick, and her friend and they both done the doobie Jet skis, and humvees while Im sippin on smoothies Fuck these and suck these while Im fillin the booty Fuck Im tired of chasing the dream without my fam and all Im lacing these beats, and keeping it G, not giving a damn at all Wrong homie to chill with, got some homies that real, bitch On and off, she take Chanel on and off Wrong homie to chill with, got some homies that real, bitch On and off, I take the triples on and off Im sitting at home, Im all alone alone cause...I just havent met you yet And I dont know what to do... And I dont know what to do... But Im good, yeah Im good, Im good, yeah Im good And Im sitting at home, Im all alone alone cause...I just havent met you yet Ugh, Im kicking the sneaks, hitting the sheets; Another day is gone Im keeping the tweets Killing these beats these niggas worship on Hitting these freaks these niggas take weeks just to get upon Hitting the blogs trying to get on until we get along With a couple of chicks, a couple of tits that we can feel up on A couple of fans, a couple of texts next then Ill be on? A couple of nights, a couple of fights just to prove they wrong The sooner we out, niggas dont with the niggas they grew up on And the niggas we grew up on, I hope you got your checks And they just say you want cuz... Im sitting at home, Im all alone alone cause...I just havent met you yet And I dont know what to do... And I dont know what to do... But Im good, yeah Im good, Im good, yeah Im good And Im sitting at home, Im all alone alone cause...I just havent met you yet
Yeah, yeah Parked at the Days Inn, aint takin no days in, yeah Dont need a vacation, I need a replacement, uh Bustin the lights out soon as we came in, yeah Whatre they talkin about, whats it pertainin Need me a therapist to ask if Im 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 their way, its okay Just lock the doors at the basement I got a gate with my face in it Yeah Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue, yeah Put 84s on lanes, I ride by you think it is spokes , uh We did it, we said it, we spoke , yeah We put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo
Lets get it I got bands Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow Nigga, I got bands Lets get this dough, run the world for sure I got bands Man, Im in these streets its been a long day Bout to sign this deal and throw it all away Bout to cop the crib that Dame lost today Funny, look at them niggas that slippin You trippin, no fear, my niggas, we get it Im looking down at the whole world through these glass ceilings And when I step outside, bad bitches with me Back in my section, twisting that la-la, cant let it stress me Wake up, fall asleep to Dizzy Gillespie Ba-back it up and break it down She gon bust it on this dick, you gon take her out of town I put ice in my veeners, I put rubies in my crown Count them stacks and blow them racks, niggas know who they around I got bands Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow Nigga, I got bands Lets get this dough, run the world for sure I got bands Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow Nigga, I got bands Lets get this dough, run the world for sure I got bands Work, work, work, work, pose, makin work I gave her Pauly D, Im a fuckin jerk If we take all of these shots, we gon go berserk Shut the fuck up, bitch, you trippin Really though lately dont like to do lots of smoke Lots of hoes down to blow Vamanos, time to go, we gon go straight to the workin now Now only my niggas I care about, fuckin round, bitch, you be carried out Pharaoh nigga, high class Selena at the cover, her booty, shine with your fly ass Did you mean trendin top, Scott, La Flame, making G.O. chop With a Russian, that model cop And make your bitch-ass look microscop Yes Lord I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands I got bands Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow Nigga, I got bands Lets get this dough, run the world for sure I got bands Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow Nigga, I got bands Lets get this dough, run the world for sure I got bands I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands Lately, I been goin crazy Laughin, drinkin, find myself in arms of different women, huh Toast it, I need to use my cerebellum Tried to tell ‘em cut that rap shit all that wack shits underwhelming Times ticking, palms itching Moms tripping, tired of living, mad decisions, Ill kill ‘em I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands, I got bands I got bands Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow Nigga, I got bands Lets get this dough, run the world for sure I got bands Dont need these hoes, hundred racks to blow Nigga, I got bands Lets get this dough, run the world for sure I got bands
Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin from the top Round and round they go Round and round they go And why you keep on askin what if I aint had this? And we just go right at it and I tell you not to panic Cause no one understanding us, no ones understanding us You say Im a champion so they cant even handle us Move, Im in a rush today, for heavens sake And I just ate a bunch today, another plate And I cant really fly, bro, elevate And really you should travel, meditate And we been gettin high, bro, you kinda late And really all they wanted was for me to graduate And hang the fucking tassel, but what comes after? Welcome to the cult, tell the mass Im a master I said fuck religion and I mated with the pastor My buddy hit a hundo and I tell him Go faster Ill slay dragon, and then Ill keep the castle Chasin all my dreams If I has to, then I has to If I has to, then I has to If I has to, then I has to If I has to, then I has to Im dangerous, aint no motherfucker taming us What, what And whos stopping me? They dont say a thing right now Im an animal, I cannot be tamed right now No time for this ,dont know why I came right now Im a champion, got too much to change right now Quite confident, pretty with chains on now Red, blue, yellow angels in the scene Red, blue, yellow angels on my team Red, blue, yellow angels that Im seein 1500, all in singles Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Round and round they go Round and round they go
Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown Has he got enough money to spend? Leave? No, hes to and from, he doesnt like it when the girls go Has he got enough money to spend? I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with, I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with, I aint playing with these niggas I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with, I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with, I aint playin with these niggas Know I need my dollars Know a nigga need my commas She was down when I dropped out of college Down, she was down when I rode Impalas Played with her pussy in the Jeep Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin Jumped in the car when she hit my digits Dont want nothin, just to pull up at the projects Easy to me my nigga Villa with a scene, youngin always seen with a killer Hand-stitched by my dealer Dealing with a seam you aint seen, what you mean Margiela? She even got the scripts for the cough In the H gotta hit Johnny for the frost, swerved off Aint it been a minute since they seen a weird nigga From the corner put it on for the south? On my momma, know a nigga be coasting Go, nigga, go nigga grab my bottles Go, nigga, go nigga grab my chronic Keep ya head up in the air my nigga Niggas gon be billionaires my nigga Fuck how much time that shit might take Niggas aint playin with em I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with, I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with, I aint playing with these niggas I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with, I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with these niggas I aint playin with, I aint playin with these niggas Tabs with unlimited Os, new clothes, bloody nose Powders and walking back home Has he got enough weed? No, broken phone Retching on the floor alone I cant believe that were talking about him Im searching you mate, your jaws all over the place Cant talk, quick slap in the face Yes I threw a nut, but your friends a case Why you singling him out, is it because of his race? Look, the dog wont bark if you dont lark about Has he got enough weed? No Broken phone, retching on the floor alone I cant believe that were talking about him Im searching you mate, your jaws all over the place Cant talk, quick slap in the face Yes I threw a nut, but your friends a case Why you singling him out, is it because of his race? Look, the dog wont bark if you dont lark about These niggas aint lords We the new Lords We the new Lords We the new Lords
Yeah Ive been shreddin Been poppin Foldin this money, cant make a knot, how not? High on moon rock, jaw still locked Six wont, make a knot, make it or not, yeah Six of them are thots No lights, this ice, it blings Closet the mall, we buy whole thing Big gas, its lit, propane One hit, one touch, La Flame Know that you niggas never liked me Know that you niggas sit beside me tryna slide on my sidepiece Tint all through the whip, I hope it can hide me Tip all of the bitches, I dont want no funny business, dont want them to try me They gon try to slide in my IV, yeah Ridin , me, yeah How many by me, yeah Never can let it slide by me, no, yeah , wrap me down, la migo, yeah Yeah, far from this, I wrap it down, mami, oh, yeah They gon try to slide in my IV, yeah Ridin , me, yeah How many by me, yeah Never can let it slide by me, no, yeah , wrap me down, la migo, yeah Yeah, far from this, I wrap it down, mami, oh No lights, this ice, it blings Closet the mall, we buy whole thing Big gas, its lit, propane One hit, one touch, La Flame Been poppin Foldin this money, cant make a knot, how not? High on moon rock, jaw still locked Six wont, make a knot, make it or not, yeah Six of them are thots No lights, this ice, it blings Closet the mall, we buy whole thing Big gas, its lit, propane One hit, one touch, La Flame Know that you niggas never liked me Know that you niggas sit beside me tryna slide on my sidepiece Tint all through the whip, I hope it can hide me Tip all of the bitches, I dont want no funny business, dont want them to try me They gon try to slide in my IV, yeah Ridin , me, yeah How many by me, yeah Never can let it slide by me, no, yeah , wrap me down, la migo, yeah Yeah, far from this, I wrap it down, mami, oh, yeah Been poppin Foldin this money, cant make a knot, how not? High on moon rock, jaw still locked Six wont, make a knot, make it or not, yeah Six of them are thots
Sorry Im late man I had a map and everything man And somehow I ended up in Compton Where is he? Hes sick Sick my dick! Hes probably somewhere fucked up! Dozed off in this cabin Wake up seeing kegs and bitches, dont know what happened Fuck Im late for work ??? trippin cause Im blackin Always super blasted Skinny and Im tatted grab my keys and my sunglasses Then Im gone And took that Benz out on the road And we living like we made it, buying shit we cant afford These hoes be wylin, let her whip it she smilin Stoner chick, let her hit even when I let her drive it Uh I wake up in this cabin All I hear are bitches Walk in the room, Tony mackin They say Trav left for work These chicks swingin something ??? Always got me blasted After dome hit the sto get swishers while she at it Dude Im throwed Versace for cologne Hit my homies up, see whats up When I clock out we can roll and hit the sto With more chicks thats down to roll They all speakin different language Grab Rosettas just to bone Hop in the back, she jump straight on me I say I wanna fuck her tats She say she want me Ok Ohhh, ayeee, ohhh, ayeee, ohhh Compton Compton Uh Aint it strange, spendin this change And how Ive changed This niggas talkin shit Runnin they mouth And Im runnin the game Chiefin cali bud in 50 states English chick run her mouth 4 different ways And Im gettin laid Im feelin myself Chick whiter than milk Chanel for the belt Not runnin no game She pullin Dwayne Even tatted the name Helicopter that bitch black and yeller Bags of feathers Changin weather Yo shit made of leather And yous a bitch And Im OG She callin me Chess Im all in her mouth My name on her chest She know what Im bout So Im checkin her text Ohhh, ayeee, ohhh, ayeee, ohhh Compton Compton
I got room in my fumes He fill my mind up with ideas Im the highest in the room Hope I make it outta here He saw my eyes, he know Im gone I see some things that you might fear Im doin a show, Ill be back soon That aint what he wanna hear Now I got him in my room Legs wrapped around his beard Got the fastest car, I zoom Hope we make it outta here When Im with you, I feel alive You say you love me, dont you lie Wont cross my heart, dont wanna die Keep that pistol on my side Oh, case its fumes He fill my mind up with ideas Im the highest in the room Hope I make it outta here We aint stressin bout the loot My block made of quesería Its not the molly, its the boot Aint no comin back from here Live the life of La Familia Its so much gang that I cant see ya Turn it up til they cant hear Runnin, runnin round for the thrill Yeah, dawg, dawg, round my real Raw, raw, I been pourin to the real Nah, nah, nah, they not back of the VIP Gorgeous, baby, keep me hard as steel Ah, this my life, I did not choose Ive been on this since we was kids We gon stay on top and break the rules I fill my mind up with ideas Oh, case its fumes He fill my mind up with ideas Im the highest in the room Hope I make it outta here Im the highest in the room Im the highest in the room Im the highest in the room Im the highest in the room
808 Mafia Yeah Yeah, you mean so much You mean so much to me You dont understand RaRa in, put the RaRa in RaRa in, RaRa in Put the RaRa in, RaRa in RaRa in, RaRa in, yeah RaRa in, put the RaRa in RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah RaRa in, put the RaRa in RaRa in, put the RaRa in Molly and codeine in my Fanta Its a lot of dreams in my Phantom Work for me, Im so handsome I just slipped a bean When you done tonight Hop into your ride RaRa in, put the RaRa in RaRa in, RaRa in Put the RaRa in, RaRa in RaRa in, RaRa in, yeah RaRa in, put the RaRa in RaRa in, put the RaRa in, yeah RaRa in, put the RaRa in RaRa in, put the RaRa in
Lifes greatest questions have always been: Who am I? Where did I come from? Why am I here? Where am I going? You are about to see and hear One of the most significant messages given to us from God Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? I was just dreaming A pure confession to me Thats what you see, yeah And ever since, I go fictional Go fiction, cause I know what you like Its not a game cause I dont want it Drum is my game, so glad we wont be surprised by the bitches Blessed by the sound of my words My words Sound of my words, words Up against the world, she feeling like she in love The musics got her saying some things The plugs the treasure, I guess your boy is to pity Im feeling a little managed, got a heart in my hand and I So baby let me know if you wanna come and roll with me Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who Am I? Who am I? Who am I? Target found File uploading Name: AKA Im Mr. Travis , addicted to fashion Runway models and foreign ass Music savage, the end is a has been Hop on stage, simply attractive My flow is like a magnet, a sign, a dagger Rolling Stones swagger, Who is Mick Jagger? Yves Saint Laurent bag of acclaim Who this where the fame is? Sad, Im kind of flabbergasted My swag so amazing so my styles at the top Got tuxs from England, fuck, you know I might get rocks Cool kid, who acts pretentious No belt, just suspenders Got my diamonds in the sky like Im throwing up the rocks You see my pants low, no offense to the public I just like to rock the apparel to the Republic Of Democratic subject, who am I? T-r-a-v-i-s-c-o-t-t, thats me, konichiwa Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who Am I? Who am I? Who am I?
Yeah Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my I been up for a long time, broad of day I been poppin pills, poppin syrup every day I been hangin at my aunty house, sellin ye I been up for a long time, oh my I been out and out the court house, judge trippin I been flippin, flippin, syrup sippin, water whippin Mama kicked me out the house now, oh my I might live out on the couch now, oh my On a flight now, oh my LA, at another couch now, oh my Phone boomin, bombin up now, oh my We on a flight now, we so high Bout to get some cash now, oh my Got my momma to her house now, oh my Now she cannot kick me out now, oh my I been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my I been up for a long time, broad of day I been poppin pills, poppin syrup every day I been hangin at my aunty house, sellin ye I been up for a long time, oh my I been out and out the court house, judge trippin I been flippin, flippin, syrup sippin, water whippin Mama kicked me out the house now, oh my I might live out on the couch now, oh my On a flight now, oh my LA, at another couch now, oh my Phone boomin, bombin up now, oh my We on a flight now, we so high Bout to get some cash now, oh my Got my momma to her house now, oh my Now she cannot kick me out now, oh my I been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Oh my, oh my Ive been up for a long time, oh my Oh my, oh my
Lil nigga I know you like weed, I know you like keys Ayy, lil nigga Ever since Ive been a lil nigga Ive been grindin, lil nigga
Walk on water Can you even see what youre fighting for? Bloodlust in a holy war Listen up, hear the patriot shout: Times are changing In the end, the choice was clear Take a shot in the face of fear Fist up in the firing line Times are changing Do you believe that you can walk on water? Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight? Look at the sky, see a dying star White lies, its a man on fire Making love with the devil hurts Times are changing A thin line, the whole truth The far right, the left view Breaking all those promises made Times are changing Do you believe that you can walk on water? Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight? Do you believe that you can walk on water? Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight? For this life, I cannot change Hidden Hills, deep off in the main M&Ms, sweet like candy cane, yeah Drop the top, pop it, let it bang, yeah Yeah, for this life, I cannot change, yeah Hidden Hills, deep off in the main, yeah M&Ms, sweet like candy cane, yeah Drop the top, pop it, let it bang, yeah Do you believe? Walk on water Do you believe? Walk on water Do you believe? Walk on water Do you believe? Walk on water Do you believe? Walk on water Do you believe? Walk on water Do you believe? Walk on water Do you believe? Walk on water Do you believe that you can walk on water? Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight? Do you believe that you can walk on water? Do you believe that you can win this fight tonight? Do you believe? Walk on water Do you believe? Walk on water
Whoooo You can get wet for one night, one night on me You can get wet for one night, one night on me Come in, girl Yeah, I wanna see you shaking Chup it low, bring it up, I want you to take it Shes the baddest that Ive ever had Umm, Let me see you in the camera foam Yes some hot, a picture slow images Like , do my , must to say I like a wet baby, so sweat Wanna slip and slide in that pussy No to Im impatience for that, Im so outta line And we can play for a little bit then one And then slow it down, then slow it down You can get wet for one night, one night on me You can get wet for one night, one night on me You can get wet for one night, one night on me You can get wet for one night, one night on me Sssht, its time to get wet Slide down the pants, like the doors on a jet We can get high with Got Want em fucking good, cause Condom like jail Must be All eyes on me My dicks in style, my condom damn, we messed up the sheets house You can get wet for one night, one night on me You can get wet for one night, one night on me I would let you I would tell you Wet pussy on me and now Im feeling blasted Just one night Skys so high, lights so bright You can get wet for one night, one night on me You can get wet for one night, one night on me
Lyrics from Live Performances That she wrote Speech to the young, speech to the progress toward Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the son-slappers The self-soilers, the harmony-hushers Even if you are not ready for the day, it cannot always be night Serve, flex I do work six Im like Mike Hes out of sight, woo, you done got me piped Two-man like Ike, six out the spot Into the night Yeah, Im shakin the drop Im still up on top I been have the bop The devil my opp, couldnt pay me to stop Couldnt pay me to— We gon raise our day, I done praised God That we been on bayside on the side of 85 with the pipe Serve, flex I do work, six Im like Mike, into the night Yeah, this life Im livin All the advice been tipped in Gave me that grip, no slippin Out of my mind, went trippin Tell me take two when Im on one That lookout like no one Kept it real tight like yo son Yeah We gon raise our way out the grave, dawg When we movin, shake off, watch us walk our graveyard, back to life Serve, fallin in worth, see with no sight, into the night Huh, lets get right, huh Bitch, I pop like type, huh And you know Im proud of my type, huh Prada bag, nigga, put that Prada and get me right, huh Takin cash nigga, pay in Prada, not payin in type Huh, pay me twice Still on side, huh, still outside Bitch, I just, huh, still outside, huh, still outside Tame Imp—, Tame Impala, nigga Tame Impala, stay outside, huh And Im still outside, Im still outside, still outside, huh Lets get right, huh, lets get right, uh, lets get right, uh, huh Lets get right, lets get , lets get right Lets get , lets get— Look at new scenes, I opened my life Im subject to memes I signed a few niggas, I polished their dreams An angel on earth from under my wing Stop runnin to publish us, nigga They publish the headlines and say the wrong things Yall treat your Lord and Savior like renters insurance, you know what I mean? Bada the bada the boom I bada the boom, I bada the bing I need a new girl, my old one was mean I had to let go, forgave all them people that came to my shows I channel the bad bitches, all in abode I tell em to trust, I tell em the turbulence came with the life I gathered my sinners and asked if Im right, lets get I just get right, bitch, huh Lets get right, lets get right, lets get right Aint on sight, its on sight I dont know you, you, you, you, its on sight I dont know you, you, you, you , lets get right Ayy, I love my niggas on Channel 5 I dont channel ten til it go time Used to throw up my Uncles spaghetti Been totin totes since before I was ready Back when my momma told me that I was challenged That single black woman, you know that she petty I turned a heavy heart to two million dollars I put that in totals, reverse out the gate I gotta, I gotta put on the Virgil one time I snort the powder with magic one time I know some white people servin no time I got a thing for me Doin for pray for me, doin it for the ones dyin I wanna do it for all the ones cryin I wanna, uh, uh, uh, lets get right, huh
Where the weather is warm Wake up, bake up, hit the fridge, all I see is them breads Cop lights, no lights, cause them bills it was overdue Skinny iggy nigga got fits from the runway Taking walks to the side of the moon Gotta take trips to define my peace But I got a little feeling might be in that tomb I like my weed a little cheese, roll that that a little thick Better watch your toke, don’t wanna choke Better let that jack roll down your neck I’m on some popular shit, come look in my eyes to get a fix We just gon cruise, hit the brews, dont worry bout shit It might get rowdy cause all the freaky models wanna party Got the freaky models in the lobby, its so obvious that they lobbyist Man it can’t be realer, me and my niggas by the villa She in that white dress it can’t fit her Sweet not bitter, drink it like she got no liver I hit it and she on the moon my nigga Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa We could fly, and go straight to the moon Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon Where the weather is warm and we forever live long Moonlight move when a nigga dance They peep a nigga steeze from a nigga stance Had to leave home wasn’t working out Kiss my momma for me if you get a chance Walk the streets where I stay Niggas give me daps and pounds they can’t wait In the moonlight you can’t see my eyes And when I’m off the things I can’t think Damn I been coasting the coast Swear a young nigga done been through the most Washing my mind out with dope Shit real, but you know a nigga can’t choke When they recognize a real nigga skill Ride with me, down with me, kept me afloat Now all my real niggas sitting in the VIP Shoving champagne through the next girl throat Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa We could fly, and go straight to the moon Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon Where the weather is warm and we forever live long
Yeah, lights out Tidal wave
Yap, yap, yap 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 I cant behave, Im down to rage, been up for days They treat us like slaves, Im tryna get paid You niggas tryna get paid This that moment I been waitin for This the reason why I banded for This the reason told my momma get back of the backin board And the vaccum doors, in the bathroom Then the commas, the commas And her son had started drama Had these independent bitches Been up poppin, last a minute Had a lot of all us in it, feel it My, my, my, my, sippin, mixin hypnotize Did it in the vibe, really, really, really mine My done died, we whippin it out Piss in your grave, piss in your grave, piss in your grave Turn this up, teacher Play this in the third grade, in the third grade This one right here for the kids at the grade In the third grave How come you want it? Cant fuck with the bitch This one aint fair, this one for family This one the damn, this one I thank Thats when thought it was safe and it wasnt Pointer me, Allah, some on your water Im callin your mada, call on the collar

Lyrics will be available upon release If youre horny, lets do it, ride it, my pony My saddles waitin, come and jump on it
We stars, up in the sky is where we are. Far, up in the sky is where we are. Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, that Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, Cool motherfucker everybody wanna get to know. Yes man, we in your program After this show, put it in our own hands Classmates, who really know them? It be the chicks, chicks, chicks who be sucking the uh Making it rob, pop till you dont stop Keep the cam rolling, the wind you see taking shots be the last float, cause Im floating on the boat when they get that ass soaken Got a couple diamonds, what are you holding? Reach for the pas, everything sweet burning Damn, you slow keep turning Everything looking bright We stars, up in the sky is where we are. Far, up in the sky is where we are. Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, that Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, They say a nigga Order them for the night, uh Only if they talking right cause Pet For the women in dresses and mdams Im seeing Doing everything but protesting: partying, waking and baking We stars, up in the sky is where we are. Far, up in the sky is where we are. Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, that Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that, oh Believe it that,

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Back on the Forbes, shit crazy I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby Im a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it First off, we had to blast off like a rocket I put the Patek water on, but I got options PJ takin’ off and I aint stoppin, no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Fishscale, nigga, I can’t fuck with no laws Linda Farrows whats on my lens, I see fugazi I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me Started off surfin on a codeine wave I dont exchange info with these niggas They some opps, you can kill em, they aint with us Ordered a pound of gas to smoke, I need a fill up Got a line on good Gelato and Gorilla Got Lil Freaky with me, know you gon get hit up Steppin’ over dead bodies in Margielas I touched a hundred M’s and Ive been gettin’ better In a red Bugatti, gave it right to valet Shoot his head off right, it get you new Sheneneh Shootin dice all night, yeah, me and Dae Dae We had to work the one on em, it was a good payday It was a teenager, they put him on the news where Im from He let off 40 shots, he can’t get no bond Closed on when he shoppin, when he kill him, he young They ever get caught snitchin, they gon cut off your tongue I cant wait til they set the rat up, yeah I was catchin juugs, now a nigga a millionaire I get the rap check and I avoid the paps I get NBA money and aint been in the draft Yeah, Im back on the Forbes, shit crazy I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby Im a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it First off, we had to blast off like a rocket I put the Patek water on, but I got options PJ takin off and I aint stoppin, no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Fishscale, nigga, I cant fuck with no laws Linda Farrows whats on my lens, I see fugazi I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me At the, dont, add up Ridin for it, for my life, my life never Life I got to, get the better, yeah From the beginning, yeah, to the finish James Harden with it like Im James Innis Had that four, four-four got the caine ceilings How you whip the four if you aint hand in it? Oh, and they pay me Sleep tight, take it like Yeah, nigga takin off, Im not McGrady Yeah, number one my city like McGrady Yeah, have it for my dogs in the With my shooters like Lil Tracy Yeah, if I ever like the Yeah, my Ms Yeah, back on the Forbes, shit crazy I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby Im a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it First off, you get the ammo, then you cock it First off, we had to blast off like a rocket I put the Patek water on, but I got options PJ takin off and I aint stoppin, no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Fishscale, nigga, I cant fuck with no laws Linda Farrows whats on my lens, I see fugazi I should pimp this bitch and make her pay me Back on the Forbes, shit crazy I make more than Dwyane Wade, baby Im a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it
Yeah, hey Dont you open up that window Dont you let out that antidote I mix Patron with the Hennessy Somebody call me a Hoover Too much to lose on my enemies Im bout to call me a shooter Im paying to make you a target Lord knows I dont want to do it I got 20k in my joggers I do it more than the music Mo City niggas is actors They need to quit rapping and playing the movie Mo City niggas is actors They need to quit rapping and playing the movie We use our iPhone for practice Cause she bout that action, we making a movie Some of your friends go through your pictures They see me give you the business Face it, Im so far ahead of your average nigga I roll a gram and a half of the gas in the swishers Im done with my cup, somebody pass me the liquor And she go to work, she got an ass like a stripper She call me shark, she say she in love with the coco And they like to gossip and I am in love with the promo So keep on promoting, you know that we need the promotion Getting massages, she rubbing on me with the lotion Then I get inside her, she told me go deep in the stroker She told me she love me, I act like I didnt even notice Im no good I am no good, baby No good, no good, no good Keeping it real with you baby No good, no good, no good I cant even act like a nigga aint feeling you I got to keep it a hundred This industry make me feel like I am invisible Im out here drinking in public The way that I make my decisions is critical Sorry if a nigga ever offended you She know thats part of the song, she gon pull out her phone She gon sing it alone Mo City niggas is actors They need to quit rapping and playing the movie Mo City niggas is actors They need to quit rapping and playing the movie We use our iPhone for practice Cause she bout that action, we making a movie Some of your friends go through your pictures They see me give you the business Huh, huh Im often distracted I dont know what rapping or trapping, my passion I dont want no action, I dont want no problems I just want a mansion, I just want some commas I just want a million, give it to my mama I just want my niggas living like Obama We were presidential, I dont got a Rollie I got some bitches, yeah I got a moment I dont want no issues, I just want some money I could drive the ticket, neighborhood would love me Tell em could and get it, Ima keep it coming Pull up in a foreign, yeah I really get it Money in the Civic, yeah, Im really listening Sleeping in the condo, yeah I know the feeling Boys are trapping, I wont be that nigga If I wasnt rapping, prolly be in prison If I was an actor, Charlotte would have killed me If I was an actor, Charlotte would have killed me If I was an actor, Charlotte would have killed me Yeah, yeah, ayy
Lyrics from snippet Im on my spaceship Im bout to switch it
Lyrics from snippet ... Ima smoke to solve my issues One thing about me: Ima stay ballin on niggas And none of these niggas These niggas cant tell me shit And none of these niggas These niggas cant tell me shit
Fuck I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s and up I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s up I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s and up I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s and up I trade all my Molly, I pop me a freak I bought me a Vet, I crash every week Up in the party, you know that we geeked Lean-lean-lean, we dont wanna sleep No I do not want your dope, keep that shit away from me Now that I got all the gas, know that my gas always stink Hannah Montanna and beans, know that my trap full of fiends No I do not fuck with twelve, call up the 10s and lets link Look at your shoes, Margielas are better Look at your crew, you gotta do better 50s are better, 40s are better 30s are better, 20s are better Only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s and up I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s up I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up , 10s and up I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up , 10s and up She saw my wallet, she started tensin up I say rub my back, my shit tensin up I fuck 10s and up, I fucked Tamala On my camera in her Camry Is that Travis Scott? He got some hoes for me With no pantyhose for me, I hit em and go to sleep She said she know DJ Spinz, she must be a 10 He pass em to me, I pass em back to him 10s and up, back of the truck She swallow the drugs, she gimme a hug, she know whats up She wanna fuck, we just met in the club Now she on my rug I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s and up I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s up I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s and up I only fuck bitches 10s and up 10s and up, 10s and up
I am not here right now, I am not home Leave a message after the life, flat line tone I am not here right now, I am not home Leave a message after the life, after Im gone I am not here right now, I am not home Leave a message after the life, flat line tone I am not here right now, I am not home Leave a message after the life, flat line tone I am not here right now, I am not home Leave a message after the life, after Im gone
Travis can we start off with uh what the name of your album is and what the hell it means cause when I saw it I was deeply confused My albums called Birds in The Trap Sing McKnight And Imma keep it short for this explanation But, its basically its you know Anybody creative thats kind of like been stuck and had a problem getting the idea out, it took me 8 months just to get the 90210 video out, with Hype Williams It took me six months just to get the action figure out It shouldnt take no one, no artist that long, you know Just to you know get something idea out Especially something thats going to culturally shift You know, the world musically Now the musics more towards the independent artists I feel like in a couple years We all be able to fly around and do what we want But Why Sings McKnight? Cause, I wanted Andre 3000 with the whole album I had this play idea, Act I, Act II, Act III And then later on I was like With the visuals I can make it more of a play But theres no way I can make a album out of a play Im too much of a rager for this shit to be like For Stuff, for stuff to be to that you know I didnt want people to overthink it I didnt want it to look too much so I feel like the Only thing that needed to be complicated was my title People to understand it, and the music straight forward And thats exactly what it is you could have a party to this album and just let the whole album play What do you want to listen to? I want to start with the ends thats my favorite song even if you skippin around you gotta start there Travis Scotts taking over the show Its Travis Scott in the morning Its Travis Scott its HOT 97 in the morning Wait why do you get to talk Its Travis Scott in the morning, let him say it Its Travis Scott in the morning Hot 97, Ebro, Rosenberg, Laura Styles lets get it Ebro I dont know if you realize this Theres probably a pretty good chance, knowing Hot 97 It will be Travis Scott in here at some point and Ill still be sitting in the same seat, its a pretty good chance I think what happens is they bump you out and keep me, in a order thats the order of operation Wait, Travis out of all the young artists, you are on what, your third project now, you were one of the artists I gravitated to first just cause I can understand what youre saying Im just figuring out Young Thug, like I was late to it, but the style of music that youre creating who, who were you inspirations, who did you pattern yourself after, youre 24 now? I looked up to M.I.A. and Kid Cudi man hes really one of the main dudes I kinda looked at and listened to all the time He saved my life He saved me from doing random bad things to myself Kept me focused like.. Just through his music or personal relationship Just through his music because I didnt meet him til The first time I met Kanye was the first time I ever met him But I didnt really meet no Cudi until like earlier like Late late late last year when he came by the studio one time just to like talk to me What was it about Cudis music that spoke to you so much? I feel like he really dialed in on like, the youth and really dialed in on like, inspiration, how to inspire you His words were very selected, on like what to do I feel like he always made the soundtrack to my life Or anybodys life who was like going through the same thing If you a big Cudi fan you know exactly what Im sayin like, he says the exact same things you growing up with But makes it sound way cooler I went through this, I went through that My mom didnt have this, we had to go through this You know we had to go through Christmas to do this But the beats and everything just sounded like You know, the Nutcracker Do you think, do you think And you were saying off the air too Do you think he gets credit for being a cultural influence? Nah not at all cause I think, you know Cudi should be like a top tier artist up there man alongside With these other artists who like, are number one, you know I think he fathered a lot of, a lot of the music A lot of style of music Well, we know what he did for Kanye for sure, like Everybody talks about that Hes a good influence and you know, a good help His writing and his mind He makes beats I dont think people know that He made Sky Might Fall you know, he made mad beats He made some beats on 808s and heartbreak, hes super dope he can write Speaking of which, who did the beats on this album, on your record Vinylz, I always work with Wondagurl on every album Cant do a album without her TM, this kid named dax, Murda, Cardo Its weird though, I only have 4 producers or something like that 4-5 producers You wrote with and worked with Rihanna You wrote with and worked with Kanye West on several things Some other artists, I dont want to run through the whole thing But what else are you doing besides writing your verses Well when I first came into the game I made beats Thats what I did, I had to give people my own beats As a artist I lost a lot of lot of lot of time to make beats I wanted to focus on raps because I felt like when I came up here I wasnt the best rapper, I had the best beats I was doing Cruel Summer, I worked on Yeezus With those albums, like by the I got to Jay Z albums I was already having ill songs, so it just turned into me just giving people my songs, you know On Ye album or her album, so on I sat and worked with them on the whole album Whether it was for two or three months, picking mad beats Whether its different people beats or, taking out the drums Putting my drums How do you know how to like craft something for someone else I always see it, Ima tell yall something about myself I was always making music You were mimicking other stash Mimicking other artists, when I was 13-14 years old Making beats and making music just to get the sound, right And so like, I think every producer, any young producer So like when they make like their favorite rapper Made that beat, make the same rap just to understand okay this how they did it To Understand Just to understand it completely, okay the breakdown So when I grew up, I was like you gotta translate it to your own songs, so that kinda grew me up like welded me Im a big fan of people man, a lotta people feel themselves Thats so important that you say that because Not a lot of people come out and say yo Im a true fan and I love Who are you the biggest stan of youve worked with so far, musically Kid Cudi but But Imma say, Imma say, Ive been in the studio with Jay-Z dawg And at first I was not that a big of a Jay-Z fan bro But bro, bro, bro bro I dont even know how old this guy is This dude, Ive never seen him pick up a pen I seen him do the Magna Carter This dudes freestylin the whole album, with facts though You know, him and Andre 3000 too though Lotta people be talkin bout Andre Like why he not dropping music Man that man has information man He know how to play the piano man like Frank Sinatra style, Beethoven style Do you have information on his new Outcast album Im not talking about that man I tried to get it out Its Travis Scott takeover, let me bail him out We dont want this to get crazy we want this to go right Whats your favorite Of the songs youve been involved in for other people, whats the one youre most proud of? The one they hear it on the radio Theyre like man thats a great record, Im glad I did that You know what, the most Im proud of is uhh The one thats not out yet man, the one thats not out yet Hopefully come I know that What are you sayin? I dont understand what youre saying So its Birds In The Trap, theres song you didnt put on it? No you mean a song with someone else, a collab, collab Oh you said a collab Like you worked on a record You worked on a Kanye song or a Rihanna song When you hear it youre like yes I love that What are you saying, I dont understand No with someone else a collab Oh I thought you said a album I thought youre sayin a collab Oh yeah thats what Im saying the song thats not out yet Oh its with someone big? its with a singer? Yeah its with Kid Cudi. Facts He says that based on Facts Ebro Well lets get into another record from Birds in The Trap Sing McKnight, what do you want to play man lets do that sweet sweet You gotta prep em sweet sweet then goosebumps Shoutout K Dot Thank you Punch bro, I love you, you the man Were you surprised like did you know you would get that done Or were you surprised when it got done Imma keep it all the way 100 man A lot of these features on the album I was surprised every time someone was like, Yo Imma at least try Imma at least try, when I hit up Brock shoutout Brock I need this K-dot verse I seen he had a show I seen they were singing Antidote and was doing it with them Like Im on Kendrick radar That was the second time I was him, I met him at the VMAs before like He walked up to me like yo man my names kendrick da da da Yo, your music is very inspirational, I love it, its like super dope I love your last album, I was like what? You be barring, bro you be barring Ns out like You be R.I.Ping Ns on the track man like You just walked up to me and was just like yo Im Travis, when I be rappin, I be really listening to your music Like this dude just said a lot of bars man These raps I got be lookin like this spaced out man Im like man Were you in the studio with Kendrick when you recorded Nah cause he was dropping that album I think he dropped the Untitled album So as soon as that album came out He sent me, Brock sent me the verse Like yo he hit you with the verse I listened to the whole song I always thought the song was so good Yo when that dude hit the high note I was like yo man this dude is on some other shit I think he really go in the booth and make moments when hes bout to kill peoples tracks I think they make R.I.P. tees when he bout to go in They press em up like We bout to do this Control verse We bout to do this Travis verse We bout to RIP everybody, like for the year We gon line up everybody grave sites Like, boom we got Travis right here the Khaled one, he went crazy I think he purposely.. I be wanting to call him man, like who you mad at bro You be blacking out on these things like But thats the mental man And thats why he the greatest artist man cause he got that focus man Cause I dont care if its a feature, Im treating it like its my song You know what Im saying, and as a artist, thats how I treat the beats when yall see me get on a feature like the No Limit Usher joint I had to redo the whole drums on the whole thing I aint like the drums, I wanted the drums to be harder And You could tell someone like Usher like nah I dont like this the way it is Yeah, Usher came to me like if you wanna do the drums man take it over, and I was like, Thank You But thats gotta be a crazy honor coming from someone like Usher But thats what Im sayin like I be in the studio with these guys and like They be like yo man, please man just like Take the drums, take whatever Take this out, you know what Im sayin And I just be like yo ,this dude know how to turn this up This dude know how to do this, he know how to do this I can do this, I can get us all in a room And this is whats gonna happen, know what Im saying A few years ago, everybody was talking about you I think it was the freshman show You come through, and theres T.I involved Theres Kanye involved, theres nine different labels involved And the conversation in the industry Theres a thousand chefs in the kitchen Is it ever gonna come out Is the Travis Scott thing ever gonna Are you super satisfied you are out there you are fully a entity Yeah yeah its just so weird People think these dudes are with me all the time Thats just not the case at all I probably talk to these guys 3, 4, 5, 15 times a year Ebro You start at three and went to fifteen Three times a year I might talk to T.I. three times a day in one setting Right it just depends Who total do you work with besides those big names? It was a third one too? It was Kanye, T.I. and someone Nah nah nah Im only signed to T.I. and Kanye Have you talked to Kanye Travis: I talk to Ye every single day Whos crazier you or Kanye Both of us I cant say one of us is more crazier than the other Are there ever times hes going off giving ideas and youre like damn Kanye you goin in right now And there are times he looks at you like damn Travis you really got ideas man Yeah we really be looking at each other like damn we just really be like I have audio of travis and Kanye talking This is what is sounds like Bro, Bro, Bro, Bro, for 90 minutes At least minimum And I got a special verse coming for that in a couple days Ebro And we gotta talk about these new projects you said you were gonna tell us about And this is okay to tell us about Youre not gonna mess anything up No we got gonna mess nothin up, I got you I keep secrets, dont believe the hype man Hold on, you cant leave without telling us about the G.O.OD. Music release Cruel Winter, Im executive producing that album Its coming very soon, I wanna say like the top of next year Im putting the pressure on everybody, Im saying February How many songs done right now for Cruel Winter I would say we have a lot of songs done How many songs picked, I wanna say a handful We got a lot of songs done We just gotta sit down and lock in all on a wave Everybodys involved, Desiigner on there too? Kanye West, every G.O.O.D. music artist involved Every G.O.O.D. music artist involved Every G.O.O.D. music artist involved Every G.O.O.D. music artist involved Its like amazing, and you know We got like our illest friends And its going to be one of the illest projects But one thing I can say about this project is Its going to be very youthful, straight to the point Like the illest ever man, just like the best album What does that mean? youthful That means the kids that are not on the radio all the time Who really got the clubs going ridiculous Really have the fields going crazy thats what this album is for Real quick speaking of Kanye what has Kanye told you about your album, what does he think? Man you know honestly he called me like Yo I just finished the album on the Saint Pablo tour right He called me like Yo man I didnt know it was this crazy I heard you when you were mixing it but just yo It sounds way crazier listening to it 1-14 Thats what got everybody so excited for Cruel Winter How I just finished that album like the last couple of weeks This is the album Travis working on the bus, yeah Everyone so confused Another one Pick up that album Birds in The Trap Sing McKnight
Never really felt bad about it As we drank deep from the lie Cause I felt melting magnets, babe The second I saw you through half-shut eyes Smoke and sunset, off Mulholland He was talking, I was wonderin bout You and that girl, she your girlfriend? Face from heaven, bet the world she dont know Pretty girls dont know the things that I know Walk my way, Ill share the things that she wont Fighting through the madness Hope to catch you slippin through the magnets, yeah Feel a thing Lord I know, I know, I know, just give me pain Up all day, tryna , tryna find it, try today Going insanе, drinkin, drinkin Falling down in Minute Maid Yah, yah, yah, yah Bag it, bag it, bring it close, yeah Suck thе soul from my throat, yeah in it, oh, yeah Make her vowel, make her oh, yeah Rent a sign and a note, yeah Wash it, baby, use that soap Never really felt bad about it As we drank deep from the lie Cause I felt melting magnets, babe The second I saw you through half-shut eyes Smoke and sunset, off Mulholland He was talking, I was wonderin bout You and that girl, she your girlfriend? Face from heaven, bet the world she dont know Pretty girls dont know the things that I know Walk my way, Ill share the things that she wont
We wake up when the sun goes down Neighbor says the smells too loud Ridin in my old school thang Shotgun with my old school babe So wake me when the sun goes down Tonights my last night in town I pledge to a flag so grey No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh Around this time, was starvin, no Ramadan, yeah Nighta robbed you blind You, you, you, your dad and moms, yeah Keep that in mind Fear two things: being broke and dying Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD come take this ride No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside, yeah Take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind, yeah Fuck that college shit, that scholarship, lets hypnotize Yeah, ooh We wake up when the sun goes down Neighbor says the smells too loud Ridin in my old school thang Shotgun with my old school babe So wake me when the sun goes down Tonights my last night in town I pledge to a flag so grey No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh That second verse, fresh to death, straight out a hearse Cant do no verse, Lord knows-know I got a curse Bitch, said fuck you bitch, bitch, damn you know Im your man Ass, ass, ass, yeah, its fuck you, bitch Clap, clap, clap, you know you bitch Yeah, Im speedin, Lambo two- Uh, you know we in it, you know You know, retweetin it, uh Price scales, you beatin it Hotel bookin, you screen it I go under to all night, all night, all night All night, all night, all night like We wake up when the sun goes down Neighbor says the smells too loud Ridin in my old school thang Shotgun with my old school babe So wake me when the sun goes down Tonights my last night in town I pledge to a flag so grey No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh Grey! Yeah-yeah Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh Grey! The sky is grey Grey! Mmm-mm-mm Grey! Mmm-mm-mm Grey! The sky is grey Woah-ooh-oh Grey! Yeah, yeah Grey! Woah-ooh-oh Grey! Yeah, yeah The sky is grey, yeah, yeah The sky is grey, mmm-oh Grey! Im on that last night trip She on my last night flip, I flip She on that last night dip We on that swing-type Lil pearla-dot, her slit She gon that phone, I got She on my jambone, bitch Yeah, last night Cell phone , She edgin my and oh shit baby, come on Cell phone lands in no bitch Hoes so callin to get a bit that whip Yeah, yeah The sky is grey, ooh-go Mmm-mmm, yeah
PHASE I:March 10th - New Orleans, LA - Buku March 17th - Las Vegas, NV - Jewel April 12th - Santa Barbara, CA - Santa Barbara Bowl April 14th - Indio, CA - Coachella April 17th - Sacramento, CA - Sacramento Memorial Auditorium April 19th - Portland, OR - Coliseum April 21st - Indio, CA - Coachella April 27th - Wallingford, CT - Oakdale April 30th - New York, NY - Terminal 5 May 2nd - Pittsburgh, PA - Stage AE May 4th - Portsmouth, VA - Portsmouth Pavilion May 5th - Charlotte, NC - Metro Credit Union May 6th - St Augustine, FL - St Augustine Amp May 7th - Miami, FL - Rolling Loud May 11th - Houston, TX - Revention May 12th - Oklahoma City, OK - Criterion May 13th - Rogers, AR - Walmart Amp May 15th - Kansas City, MO - Uptown Theatre May 17th - St Louis, MO - Pageant May 18th - Milwaukee, WI - The Eagles Ballroom May 19th - Grand Rapids, MI - 20 Monroe Live May 21st - Cleveland, OH - Nautica May 24th - Indianapolis, IN - Farmers Bureau May 25th - Cincinnati, OH - PNC Pavilion May 27th - Des Moines, IA - 7 Flags May 28th - St Paul, MN - Soundset May 31st - Salt Lake City, UT - The Complex June 1st - Boise, ID - Revolution Center June 2nd - Eugene, OR - Cuthbert Amp June 8th-11th - Manchester, TN - Bonnaroo June 25th - Frankfurt, Germany - Wireless July 6th-8th - Frauenfeld, Germany - Openair Frauenfeld July 7th - Berlin, Germany - Splash ! July 9th - Turku, Finland - RuisrockPHASE II: TBA
Lyrics from snippet ... you can be Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh-hoo-ooh, stop tryna be God
Yeah Welcome back If this is this is your first time, thank you Dont Be S.A.F.E. is still free on LiveMixTapes, cheap bastard Just kiddin, anyways Lets go! DJ what you do this for? I do this for my mama I dont do this for you niggas I do this for my fans I dont do this for no pictures I do this for my friends Treat them niggas like my family Yall niggas was hatin But them same niggas was fans of me Got these bitches faintin when they see my face in magazines Nigga I aint playin Im in that Flight Club faithfully Or in Soho... Bing a real nigga is a crime, I know it I got a hundred charges A lot of gold, a lot of hoes Dont mean nothin if you got no soul Niggas might hate me But its the reason I was chose Amen
Woah, woah, woah, who the fuck are The Classmates? Travis Scott, Jason Eric, two B.A.P.E. fans and Johnny Cupcake heads, shit, nigga, classmates, da fuck? Next question How the hell did yall meet? Well, you see here, you know, we started of in Spanish class, Mrs. Reigh, you know, nothin, you know, too... awkward, like Im feelin right now So, whats the average day life of The Classmates? laughs like Wiz Khalifa The average day life of a Classmate is crazy, like, we start off, go to school, break the rules, do stuntastic things, go to The Galleria, spend guap, you know what Im sayin? Fuck hoes, or we call em boes, and you know what Im sayin? Chill with the family and get blown Travis? Shit, we just take extraterrestrial, big ass shits on niggas for no apparent reason And what is a Classmate? sighs Explains itself And what are yalls current plans on this... mixtape? Shit, we just gon bust a nut!
Uhu Its the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya Its the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya Shoutout DJ , I mean DJ Screw Kinda quiet right now, Ill turn this shit just for us Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, Im the one, but aint Ne Yo So I dont need to sell, for the home that boost my ego So much B.A.P.E., I should personally know Nigo I keep up all my three bows Yes, I got a trio, oh oh, oh oh They yell and they Im so high and its hard for me to see below Up a great mass So when groupies stop by, I always check the people But I love it when they stop by, even if to say hi Cause, I am like high I get the sense that I can touch the sky My mind is full is full of art Like ay, I go to I just joined the mount high club But, I owe you some bad moves, baby But your friend providing me lately Oh, I mean they driving me crazy Its gonna take more than a sabbath to save me We so go double O.D So much swag in this room, we finna O.D They cant control me, cause I be on the same high as the kids in the O.C My presence is a must, pastilles free
Yup, yup Yup, yup, yup Yeah, yeah, yup Yup, yup, yup Yeah Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time Been a minute since I pulled up outside Shut it down, yeah, you do that everytime Oh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah Work it like a stripper, yeah But you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah Work that nine to five with ya, yeah After smoke a pound with ya Oh my, on a vibe, what a wonderful time Hunnid deep, all my niggas outside Valet park when I pull up in the ride Oh, its late you might have to spend the night, yeah Oh, I love my city lit at night, yeah Oh, I love my bitches when they bite, yeah Oh, let’s call some up and lets get right, yeah Ohhh We just landed in your city, go time Yeah, back it, back it up, its your time, yeah Drivin’ like Im seein no signs Override, yeah, override, yeah Baggin-baggin dope, Im baggin dope, yeah You can hit my dope long you don’t choke, yeah Pour that special drink that’s for my throat, yeah Take a sip Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time Been a minute since I pulled up outside Shut it down, yeah, you do that everytime Oh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah Work it like a stripper, yeah But you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah Work that nine to five with ya, yeah After smoke a pound with ya
Quick to dead the bull like a matador Quick to dead the bull like a matador Bull-Bull-Bull like a matador Quick to dead the bull like a matador Cap and a stem, catch a wave on us Take a shot, make a friend, just enjoy the moment Im Luke Skywalkin on these haters Celebrate every day like a birthday Good things come to those that wait up But dont wait to jump in too long Dont sleep, you gotta stay up Dont, dont sleep, you gotta stay up Dont sleep you gotta stay up Dont sleep you gotta stay up Quick to dead the bull like a matador Quick to dead the bull like a matador Wildin on my haters In my 23s, havin a Jordan moment Wildin with the paper Ice all on my chain, Ima... I just popped two, Ill be stayin up Hangin with the gang, that shit dangerous, yeah I cant fuck you with my chains, that shit tangle up, yeah Come and catch a wave, take one out my cup, yeah Damn near ODd Damn the police, woah Wildin in SV, yeah Movin up your street, yeah When we on the creek And bring sand to the beach Aint no day, aint no night Made no plans, aint no sleep Cap and a stem, catch a wave on us Take a shot, make a friend, just enjoy the moment Im Luke Skywalkin on these haters Celebrate every day like a birthday Good things come to those that wait up But dont wait to jump in too long Dont sleep, you gotta stay up Dont, dont sleep, you gotta stay up Dont sleep, you gotta stay up Dont sleep, you gotta stay up Quick to dead the bull like a matador Quick to dead the bull like a matador Bull-Bull-Bull like a matador Quick to dead the bull like a matador
She said she want to party and hit the dancefloor... Hello, yeah Whats up? Where you at? Say what? Aight Im on my way. Im on my way! Youre giving me your word Everytime we talk I just cant get enough of your voice Aint nobody do me like you do Fresh off the plane My face scary in my saki Private jet a range that I ride with Got me in the rush, in the lanes, where my side is? A young lady that Im rushing to disguise with, thats how it is Any secret place, thats where we hide in Over-seas is where I be, internationally, to go Poseidon That boat sailing, wrist affections on that island I see you hiding I see you over there , shorty looking right Im thinking in my mind , shorty look my type But I dont know you Your name, but Im willing to know you But I dont know your name but Im wiling to know you If youre feeling the same you so contagious Your body outrageous Im getting impatient I can no longer take this I want you right now I want you right now Youre giving me your word Every time we talk I just cant get enough of your voice Aint nobody do me like you do Youre giving me your word Every time we talk I just cant get enough of your voice Aint nobody do me like you do Im the Louis Vuitton Don and respond to some Chanel I give a little confession but you make sex sell And when we touch, yeah, you make my body clear up But I make your body feel wet, I just love it cause I be that be that young fresh type of dude Dont take it there
Travi$ Scott: No Fear Beware of Travi$ Scott, rap’s new radical For about the millionth time, a car rockets off a cliff and lands in the water below, but no one really says anything about it. Travi$ Scott, a lanky, 21-year-old rapper and producer from Houston, is renting a room at New York’s Hudson Hotel with a bunch of childhood friends, many of whom now live in the city but currently seem to be enjoying a stay-cation, sitting on the couch, smoking an endless stream of blunts in between cautious swigs from a bottle of Jameson. The crew is laconically, borderline disinterestedly playing Grand Theft Auto V. Scott beat the game a few times already, but there’s something wrong with it and it won’t save, so they’re just messing around, playing through the early parts, exploring the game’s eerie topographical accuracy before launching cars off precipices and into buildings at random, then tossing the controller to the next person on the small couch. The light is dim but warm and Scott is in the other corner of the room, hunched in an office chair, staring into the glow of a laptop and twiddling his stubby braids, which caterpillar off his head and stop short of his temples. It’s a chaotic space, but he’s so zoned out that he barely notices his friends’ endless run of suicide missions. Instead, he’s trying to find the right drum sound for his remix of King Krule’s dubby “Neptune Estate.” The pairing, initially, seems a bit weird. King Krule is the recording alias of Archy Marshall, a 19-year-old British singer/songwriter with an old soul and a voice that sounds like it’s been dragged through cigarette ashes and a couple sludgy pints of beer. Scott, for his part, makes music that plays out like the soundtrack to a bunch of Transformers fighting each other in a post-apocalyptic desert landscape, with towering synths jockeying for position against drums that sound big enough to eat the whole world. Still, both artists thrive in a musical environment that allows them to seem like the only people left on earth; it’s like they’re linked by a bombastic caricature of loneliness, Scott with his wide-open expanses and Marshall with his drizzly London streets. Right now, Scott’s zeroed in on a drum loop that sounds like it’s submerged in cotton and a couple snatches of a verse, which he’s mumbling into the microphone, barely saying words, grasping at a cadence and flow that’ll match the vibe of King Krule’s original. As Scott gets more confident, his voice gets louder, his words clarify and his subtle Houston drawl gets more pronounced. His friends, who haven’t really been paying attention to what he’s doing, get quiet, or at least quieter. When Scott gets stumped about which words come next, he asks, “Did I write this on somebody else’s phone?” Phones are passed around, and eventually, he finds it. The “writing” is actually a voice recording from sometime earlier. He listens to the blown-out fragment a couple times, then hunches over the mic like he’s focusing on a school test: Stumbled out my hotel late…voice receding to a mumble again…knocking on my mama’s door, she couldn’t tell I wasn’t sober. He’s speaking even lower now, but it’s clear that he’s found what he was looking for. He stops, proudly letting out a “WHOOOOO.” All of this seems to happen in a matter of minutes, which suggests that Scott is both sure of himself and the kind of artist who is always turning ideas over in his head, thinking about the music he’s going to make even when he’s not making it.Recently, Scott’s been on a roll. In 2012, he spent time in Hawaii and New York, working on the Kanye West-helmed G.O.O.D. Music posse album, Cruel Summer; 2013 brought him to Paris, once again working with West on the now-notorious, whirlwind Yeezus sessions. His conversations are peppered with anecdotes about meetings with major record executives, and he’s brimming with stories about hanging out with West. He’s excitedly told multiple interviewers one that involves West getting a Taco Bell Doritos Loco taco delivered to his studio on a Hermes plate. Before that, Scott spent a large part of his early adult life shunting around the country in search of his own career, taking label meetings that went nowhere and were often canceled or pushed back even as he was flying to them. Today, he seems poised on the brink of success, securing, with the help of his manager Anthony Kilhoffer , a spot at three tables in the hip-hop powerhouse—a deal with Epic, plus affiliations with West’s G.O.O.D. Music crew and T.I.’s Warner imprint Grand Hustle. But it took a move from Houston to New York, then Houston again, then New York again, and now, for the time being, Los Angeles, to get there. “I just like the vibe,” he says of LA, like he’s thinking about it for the first time. He’ll later recite the whole list of back-and-forth moves wearily, virtually counting off locations on his fingers as though each held thousands of miniature success stories and close calls with personal failure. Listening to Scott talk about his early days as an artist, it’s clear that his talent was there, but his direction was not. In high school, he rapped over other rappers’ instrumentals but that didn’t feel quite right, so he started making his own beats. “I used to call myself a producer, but I was an engineer,” he says. “I used to record my friends, and I thought that was being a producer. Then I saw that ’Ye video where he had the yellow Polo and I figured out…Damn, that’s what that is? I gotta make beats.” “My vision was being ahead of what’s going on—like two, three years ahead.” Scott’s childhood home in Houston, where his mother worked at AT&T as an Apple liason and his dad ran his own advertising business, soon became a revolving door for friends and randoms from school who wanted to record. “I was always in a group,” he says, speaking of his early projects. “I feel like my shit was tainted because either somebody’s voice wasn’t right or I was sounding corny as fuck,” he says. “I was in a group with another rapper. This nigga was like my best friend. I had a vision and he had a reality. Those are two different things. My vision was being ahead of what’s going on—like two, three years ahead. He was living in the reality, hanging out with niggas he would think was his friend. It was the downfall of everything. You gotta learn how to completely not fuck with people. That’s a hard thing to do. Just keep walking. Trusting your own vision.” Some of those projects, including TravisxJason, a duo he was part of with a rapper named O.G. Chess until they had a falling out in 2011, can still be found with some creative googling. Their full-length, Cruis’n USA, is promising, largely inoffensive and miles away from the darker terrain Scott would soon inhabit with Owl Pharaoh, his biggest artistic statement to date. That mixtape, released last spring, is a joyfully dark collection of maximalist, wheezing tracks that lumber under their own weight, gears grinding to push out laconic future music hatched from Houston’s long lineage of screwed-down songs that evoke codeine and candy paint and drowsy psychedelia, but imbued with Texas’ lonely flatland and Scott’s husky, often deadpan voice. Scott’s been on a Robert Rodriguez kick lately. At one point, mid-sentence, he pauses to look at the TV, where a trailer for the director’s Machete Kills comes on. Scott points at the screen. “That’s why I gotta work with this guy,” he says, as the actor Danny Trejo, stone-faced, stalks across a burnt yellow desert landscape in slow motion.Scott’s sound is ambitious, but it isn’t exactly experimental. Instead, he’s working in the anything-goes mold already supplied by numerous artists before him: West’s towering artistic statements, T.I.’s elastic voice, the Neptunes’ digital experimentation. Like any kid that grew up in the internet era, Scott has absorbed everything around him, blended it together and come out with a style that is a product of all music everywhere existing on the same plane. Nothing is off-limits when you have access to everything. And with that access, Scott is dead-set on mastering every art form he takes on. “I was always about doing both,” he says of rapping and producing. “I wanted to learn. I wanted to know how to do it. That was my biggest thing about everything. I wanted to know how to use everything. That’s why I do videos. I know how to work a camera, edit a video. I just want to know. I don’t like someone knowing more than me.” His music is an appropriately cinematic reflection of his open mind and keen ear, blending iconic phrases from other people’s radio hits with a production style that evokes every regional rap trope, from New York’s claustrophobically heavy drums to LA’s slow-rolling funk, without sounding like much of an imitation of any of them. The first time you hear his voice on “Uptown,” a highlight from Owl Pharaoh, he sounds pretty much like how you’d imagine the devil to sound. Over grating, hyper-compressed strings, his multi-layered voice grunts, I’m riding up uptown/ WHOO! I’m a motherfucking monster/ WHOO! One hand on the wheel one hand on my dick. Then his words start speeding up, finally colliding into each other in a manic fit: At the green light I’m speeding/ Fourth wheel on, I’m weaving/ I got red eyes...swag seizures. The motherfucking monster line is a callback to West’s “Monster,” but here Scott sounds like he’s living up to the impossible claim. He sounds inhuman. Even in his day-to-day life, Scott has the energy of a hyperactive teenager. He works constantly—often in hotel rooms or random studios scattered all over the world—but he’s rarely alone, and, if he’s not making music, he’s always in motion. He climbs on things, wrestles his friends, knocks over lukewarm water into a pile of Swisher shards, tosses his shoes into corners and then kicks them into other corners. He wanders New York with the familiarity and complicated emotions of a former resident. At one point, he scores a pair of green BAPE sandals that are basically modified Birkenstocks, and he wears them everywhere the very next day. Later, at the boutique clothing store Surface to Air, he tries on a sweatshirt, but his friends deem it too small, so he sits down on a bench, hits his G-Pen and puts one of them in a headlock. - “Travi$ is not here to make number one rap songs. Those people get high off of making number one songs. I’m into making number one fucking albums.” -It’s this surplus of nervous energy that makes Scott such a compelling performer. Live, he makes every stage seem like it’s actually a trampoline. He is never not jumping, flailing, pacing, climbing rafters, screaming his voice raw. There’s a video of a performance at New York’s club S.O.B.’s last summer where, just over three minutes into his set, he already has his shirt off, the room is pitch black, the crowd is chanting along with him and it looks more like a hardcore show than a typically discerning, not-impressed-by-anything, dead-eyed New York rap crowd. In interviews, though, Scott is all over the place, half-finishing thoughts, going on hilarious tangents that take him miles from his original point. But his enthusiasm skews these moments as charming, not embarrassing. When he talks about his long-delayed first meeting with West at the Jungle City recording studios in Manhattan in 2012, while working on Cruel Summer, his story is a mess of clipped sentences that dead-end even as they get more enthusiastic: “ Kilhoffer, my manager, has known ’Ye for X amount…I didn’t even see ’Ye for like four weeks. I was like, What the fuck? This is kind of weird. I was in some studio around the corner. I added shit in on ‘Theraflu’ and that was it, and that was when I met Lifted for the first time—that was the dude that did the ‘Mercy’ beat. I got hit up like, Yo, we want you to fuck with this ‘Mercy’ track. I fucked with it and turned it in. It came out and I was like, Oh shit! That’s the first time I heard some of my sounds. So time goes on and I didn’t meet ’Ye yet, and I was like, Man, that’s weird. So I get back to Jungle City and they’re like, Yeah, he wants to meet you around five. And I didn’t see this nigga for three days. I did the ‘Don’t Like’ remix—the drums and shit. Chop lost the files for the track, so man…Then I met him. I played him what Owl Pharaoh was at the time and he was like, Whoa, and I was like, I got these ideas, and I was singing on it, and we just kept talking…” Scott is clearly working in the shadow of West, not only in the tone and cadence of his rapping, but also in his disinterest in participating in a traditional path to fame. Success for Scott doesn’t mean being the most visible, or making the most hits. It means having a clear vision of what he wants to do. “I feel like I’m the opposite of the system—I’m the opposite of what Mike WiLL is,” he says. “You will not be able to compare me to a Mike WiLL or to a Young Chop or any of these niggas that make number one rap songs. Travi$ is not here to make number one rap songs. Those people get high off of making number one songs. I’m into making number one fucking albums. Extended long projects that are consistent. That system is the A&R calls you, like, Oh I need a beat for this nigga’s album, for so-and-so’s album, like a Mariah Carey.” Scott’s belief in the emotional power of the album format isn’t just willful ignorance of the music industry he’s part of, though. He saw a disconnect between what labels wanted and what he was looking for, and decided to follow his own instincts so that he wouldn’t be manipulated by an out-of-touch industry. “Niggas was going mad platinum because they couldn’t download music for free,” he says. “That’s what labels gotta realize. It wasn’t just because you was the best motherfucker alive, because y’all the best label. It’s just because niggas couldn’t access the internet fast enough. Now niggas is smarter than you. It’s like the fat white man sitting in the chair, like, Ah, yes, we got these motherfuckers, they can’t get this shit for free. This is the only way you can buy it. You cannot be commercial no more. You must be real.”Apparently, realness is synonymous with fearlessness for Scott, because during the numerous photo shoots he participates in for this story, he inexplicably finds himself in insanely high places. At one point, he’s crouched precariously on the corner of the roof of a photography studio in the Flatiron District, a coat hanging from his body like a high-fashion version of Batman’s cape. His face is partially obscured by the fabric, Phantom of the Opera-style, but his grill—which he is currently stretching his mouth wide to show off—is glinting in the remnants of the evening sun. Not 24 hours later, he’s on the top floor of a very tall construction site. The building is still unfinished, so everyone is wearing hard hats and ugly neon vests. The floor is littered with construction equipment and massive metal girders. Scott’s surrounded by exposed concrete foundation that’ll eventually be covered up. Right now though, people are taking pleasure in writing their names and the date all over the wall, anxious to be an invisible part of the city’s history. Scott wants to do this too, so, Sharpie in hand, he scoots himself up some wiggly plywood that’s angled against the wall and writes his name in blocky letters on the grey surface, shading in parts of the T after he’s done writing it all out as big as he possibly can. The marker is thin, so it’s not really visible unless you get up close, but he works meticulously anyway. A couple times Scott slips back down the plywood, but he wedges his feet, grips the pen and gets back to work. Pretty soon, all this will be covered. Probably no one except some construction workers will see his name here, but he’s leaving his mark anyway, exactly how he wants it.
Lyrics from Snippet Uh Lean Rollin with me, rollin with my team , know we finessin with me Yeah, Im finessin Walked in this bitch, I just got through finessin designer Oh my God, its no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you Robbed my plug, that nigga wasnt gettin me high Oh no no, oh no no no no no Stack on black as True Religion This that shit that keep you geekin I done fucked me round 5 bad bitches this morning And I aint goin back unless they horny Oh no no, oh no no no no no Finessin, finessin
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 Im way too numb, yeah, its 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 youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time, yeah 7-1-3 Through the 2-8-1, yeah, Im ridin, why they on me? Why they on me? Im flyin, sippin low-key Im sippin low-key in Onyx, rider, rider When Im 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 cant fuck with yall Yeah, when Im with my squad I cannot do no wrong Yeah, saucin in the city, dont get misinformed Yeah, they gon pull up on you Yeah, we gon do some things, some things you cant relate Yeah, cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay Oh, you cant go, oh, I dont know Oh, back the fuck up off me I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its 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 youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time 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 Im gonna press my line I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my— Mama, dear, spare your feelings Im relivin moments, peeling more residual buy the building, burn the building Take your bitch, rebuild the building just to fuck some more justify my love for you And touch the sky for God to stop, debating war Put the pussy on a pedestal 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 I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine Worried bout those comments Im way too numb, yeah, its 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 youre not around When you throw that to the side, yeah I get those goosebumps every time
Wasted or nah? 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 Ive been taking risks to make that money flip, shots to the head I aint order it, I cant afford this shit Go to war with this you overboard, Im over bored with shit Now, its pay up player, pay a nigga Gotta day to day to stack and still I pay accounts 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, dont play with us, them wit-it boys stay wit us Ive 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 cant hold his liquor, yah Theres a lot of motherfuckers that cant handle they liquor Cant handle these drugs Wasted or nah? Its only real niggas that can handle that shit, man Wasted or nah? Leave that to them, leave that to us, yeah 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 Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wake up and Im on, smoke me some weed Wake up my bitch, ho, get on your knees Get a taste of this life, drugs, liquor, pills and lean With one of the realest, trillest mud niggas from the South than youve ever seen Legendary shit, Im faded, Im wasted, Im still at it Sleep walkin through life, it aint never panic Its a blue dream that you cant imagine Ive been through some shit that your life couldnt handle Like runnin with the mob, Im blessed I gotta thank God for the Mafia Ima last, Ima breathe, rob a nigga from the block with me Flyin G5, sellin yachts with me 180 in a Rari til the squad get me Hustlers never sleep til a box fit me Its hard to stay sober with them THC The hustle continues, now vibe with me The hustle continues, get high with me Wasted or nah? 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 Are you wasted or nah? Wasted or nah? Wasted or nah?
Cut the monologue Had to close the curtain, cut the show off Poppin Xans and then tryin not to doze off Riding through the hood with the doors off Seen so many strip clubs, damn, I might invest Damn, wait they got me for another check Order up the lobster with the crab cake Im bad at holidays, you know Im mad late Last couple summers it was so hard Cut the curtain on these niggas, cut the show off Fighting off these Xannies, I dont wanna doze off But I pop four school buses, oh my, oh Lord Used to eat that free lunch, but its not no more We was whilin outside, yeah, we had no hope You an angel in disguise with no halo Only thing I despise on that Jay Mo Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, back in, back when, back time I guess I get sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin We went up top, not again, navigate, intimate, innocent Runnin off, let your ho flow were not here to win Come, come again, comin back again One more time for that nigga you come down, yeah H-Town, what if Im riding down and I sit in that whip right there? Hit my lights and I- yeah Cut the monologue Had to close the curtain, cut the show off Poppin Xans and then tryin not to doze off Riding through the hood with the doors off Seen so many strip clubs, damn, I might invest Damn, wait they got me for another check Order up the lobster with the crab cake Im bad at holidays, you know Im mad late
Lyrics from Snippets Everything Foreign, haha Yeah Hop out, hop out, gang-gang-gang Pop two, pop three, then we bang Rambo, Lambo when I slide Come through, pop out, please dont riot Nah-nah, nah-nah, you cant hang Come through, run through, gang-gang-gang Rambo, Lambo when I slide Creep through, drop-top, I cant hide ... Nigga, like I robbed a bank Pop out on you, you might say Skrrt off ...
Have you ever Have you ever Have you ever had somebody that you wanna touch Gives your body brush, feels is too much Love flows in the air, face full of blush Youre her first crush Your body slowly captivates me And baby im all over you Soon as the chance presents itself to me Cause another minute, means another guy Trying to catch your eye So this one chance Imma take cause i want you girl I gotta know, baby I hope that you ready for when our life starts I know you been waiting so baby let yourself go And lay your body on down when I touch right there I gotta know have you ever- have you ever Have you ever- have you ever babe I know you want me So let me show where I need to be Just look in my eyes girl Cause I want you to feel what Im about baby, yeah Cause this is for real I hope that you ready for when our life starts I know you been waiting so baby let yourself go And lay your body on down when I touch right there Have you ever- have you ever Have you ever- have you ever Have you ever- have you ever babe If you ever had somebody that you wanna touch Gives your body brush , let me hear you say Let me hear you say Cause the love is like Now she got me going Is this your first time? Is this your first time? Baby, I hope that you ready for when our life starts I know you been waiting so baby let yourself go And lay your body on down when I touch right there Have you ever- have you ever Have you ever- have you ever Have you ever- have you ever babe
I just, ayy, man, agh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ohh Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Blue pill, blue dream, ooh Woo, rollin, rollin tell me what I cant Please dont call me, clockin what I can Yah-yah-yah-yah-yah, lil mama got the fiya-ya-ya We goin, goin blue pill, blue dream, ooh, ooh Rollin, rollin, stop me, what, I cant Ridin round, just show me what I can Off that lean and you know it Ridin, , soda Ridin , you get over I just , how we get showed it Roll up that do with that yola Rollin with that soda I dont care that Im floatin Floatin, rollin my yola And the feelin so real, so kill Get it like Johnny Gill, got it down to the deal, yeah Oh, yah-yah-yah? She, ah-yah-yah With that woah-woah-woah, that woah-woah-woah He got that blue pill, blue dream, ooh Woo, rollin, rollin stop me what I cant Ridin ridin, tell me what I can Blue pill, blue dream, ooh Yah-yah-yah-yah-yah, lil mama got the fiya-ya-ya We rollin on that blue pill, blue dream At the back of the wheel When Im ridin, got that blue pill Who deal, deal? Who that outside? Ride inside to kill, Im up and down and I cant heal Pop a pill, Ridin, this aint no killin That is safe from business one wheeler Now they down, they get bigger Hide that from my Tired off soakin the pitties, Hand is so posin, tote it Whip it, I whip it, dope Whip it, I whip it up, get me involved Now we switch to a four Whip it, outside the She Strip it down it aint easy Ah-yah-yah, lil mama got that fiya-ya-ya Blue pill, blue dream


Yeah, ooh Metro on the beat Boominati wave, uh Bought a spaceship, now Im a space cadet Big white mansion is my habitat Aim a lot of sticks like its laser tag Fuck a rich bitch, havin rich sex Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? Sleepin on these Gs, its a beanbag Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack Check came from my fans, life is fantastic I was broke as hell, sleepin on the mattress I felt like its Hell, wasnt nobody happy Hot shells droppin out the semi-automatic Ran it up, bought a condo, got a new addy Got the VVs with a Vlone jean jacket They cant see me, even if you had 3D glasses Bad bitch in the bikini, she from Calabasas Got a pocket full of bleu cheese and some green relish Im a psycho for these hundreds, got a cash fetish Ive been studyin these hundreds, Im a mathematic And this love make me wanna buy my dad a Caddy Cause the love got me geeked up, I dont need an Addy Dracos let these niggas know we war-ready Expensive clothes on my bitches, we aint ball-cappin Alien, feel like Im livin on my own planet Bought a spaceship, now Im a space cadet Big white mansion is my habitat Aim a lot of sticks like its laser tag Fuck a rich bitch, havin rich sex Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? Sleepin on these Gs, its a beanbag Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack Chanel shoes overseas, they was patent leather Shop in Tokyo, Japan, they the best ever Blueberry t-shirt, sleeve on leather Hard-top turn the vert, ride in any weather You aint gotta bend down, this aint the propeller Me and Wheezy spent a dime coppin Gucci sweaters Steady drippin, nigga drownin, I cannot help him Its the Boominati, guys, we are not the devil Got Colombia and ties out in Mexico Wash the Benz a hundred times, still smell dope Got some pants from Philipp Plein feel like velcro A bitch fine and love shoppin at Rodeo I be iffy, dont want cop if its a day old Aint stingy, my bro Gunna get a payroll I just want the pretty women and the pesos I can only hear the engine in this Lambo Bought a spaceship, now Im a space cadet Big white mansion is my habitat Aim a lot of sticks like its laser tag Fuck a rich bitch, havin rich sex Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? Sleepin on these Gs, its a beanbag Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack Bought a spaceship, now Im a space cadet Big white mansion in my habitat Aim a lot of sticks like its laser tag Fuck a rich bitch, havin rich sex Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? Sleepin on these Gs, its a beanbag Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, hmm-hmm Yeah Im out, Im out Out of my mind, out of my Out my mind, mind Ooh-ooh-ooh In my Ooh-ooh-ooh
Lyrics from snippet Pull up in Manhattan with thugs, nigga these drugs, nigga
I can see the future is lookin like we level through the sky I cant wait to live in glory and eternal lastin life Wont you take the wheel? Ill recline and Ill sit still Might as well turn up now, he gon pop up unannounced To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds? I cannot take another ounce Runnin through the clouds I can hear my thoughts so loud I can hear their drums so loud Do you like the way it sounds? Feel like Ill be gone for a while But there aint no turnin back now People washed away in droves Those drums, not thosе drugs Do you like the way it sounds? Do you like thе way, like the way it sounds? Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? Do you like the way, like the way it sounds? Do you like the way, like the way it sounds?
Lyrics From Snippet Ya feel- yall feel like feel, like that? Yuh, I get it, I get it, I get it, love Then Im in it, Im in it, I ... Ya feel- yall feel like feel? Ya feel? ... Come and kick back with us This a new religion, come and have mass with us
Girl is you watchin Girl is you watchin Girl is you watchin, yeaah
As I-I walk through this world Nothing can stop The Duke of Earl And-a you, you are my girl And no one can hurt you, oh no We reason for where its cloudy Faking out where its sunny Me and Trav in the Humvee Looking like puppies Sitting comfy on a jet, just in the air above me My bitches sending texts like hit me up in the morning We reason for where its cloudy Faking out where its sunny Me and Trav in the Humvee Looking like puppies Sitting comfy on a jet, just in the air above me My bitches hit me up in the morning Im dropping of my homie Tryna Some weed that she can roll me 3 in the morning Passing put, waking up to some girls Phone buzzing Not tryna be rude, just hitting buttons Falling out of bed, trying to find me some shoes The one is giving me head, the other one tryna chose She said I want a Duke of Earl And I wanna go far She said I want a Duke of Earl And a shiny new car She said I want a Duke of Earl And I wanna go far She said I wasnt good enough She said I wasnt good enough She said I wasnt good enough Miss independent, she move straight from the debut Doctor said the children pilin all up in the Prius Ex nigga was a baller, but didnt sign that prenup Poked holes all in his rubber, got pregnant off the pre-nut Packing and began running before she see us like FEMA But you know Im never slacking, mayne Tho, got dough, like you the, Im steady macking Fuck it, keep them buckets Steady packing with them luggage Couldnt afford to pay attention, so I earned some friends She said I want a Duke of Earl And I wanna go far She said I want a Duke of Earl And a shiny new car She said I want a Duke of Earl And I wanna go far She said I wasnt good enough She said I wasnt good enough She said I wasnt good enough
ChopStars Euphoria, Im drownin in euphoria Drownin in euphoria, euphoria Sleep alone by my phone all the time Check my phone, already knowin its dry Sleep alone by my phone all the time Check my phone, already knowin its dry Sleep alone by my phone all the time Check my phone, already knowin its dry Fake friends and old hoes, they all bangin my line Tryna get the patience, but I have no time Like a dead man walking Try to speed time, cause I know you Funny how they never care about the old you Ima blow up, thats what Im posed to After I blow up, act like I dont know you Euphoria, Im drownin in euphoria Drownin in euphoria, drownin in euphoria I pulled off, off the street Took two down, help me bleed I pulled off, off the street Took two down, help me bleed I pulled off, off the street Took two down, help me bleed Hate-Hate when Im in that mode I should pull up with the Thats too easy Say somethin to me, but Im not good at reachin I tried that reason Secret lust, leave alone, then come back on this side We both half high Euphoria, tell me right now if I can get high with you Euphoria, ask me right now and Ill tell you all the truth Euphoria-Euphoria, Im drownin in euphoria Drownin in euphoria, drownin in euphoria Seems like I came in time But I thought I could do better, babe Think about you every day Just like the diamond, you shine Too many girls in other states I wouldnt have told you anyway I guess you had enough I called you four times, I guess you mad or what? And me bein me, I guess Im outspoken I leave all these girls around my house heartbroken Euphoria, tell me right now if I can get high for you Euphoria, ask me right now, and Ill tell is all the truth Euphoria, Im drownin in euphoria Drownin in euphoria, euphoria Euphoria You aint have to take my word for it, dawg Just ask and shell tell you, chea She likes it chopped, not slopped Promise you that ChopStars, chea
I dont like Highschool, Im just playing I love Highschool Projects, dates, kickin it with my classmates Women in hotels, blowing sweets to the new Drake mixtape Sip my liquor and just smoke all of my drugs Man, I gotta get wit her Take her out and take my space pictures I aint no fun to be staying out of trouble So we blow sweets of trees in the Hoping we dont get kicked out Hey, be quiet! I cant tell nigga, whats that, they just started riots? So, we back on the street again Me Travis J-O-H-N And everybody got a clique But aint nothing like hanging with the niggas that you close with But then you got the fucking loners I dont like Highschool, Im just playing I love Highschool Projects, dates, kickin it with my classmates Women in hotels, blowing sweets to the new Drake mixtape Sip my liquor and just smoke all of my drugs I love summer I love fighting And I do it all over again [Verse 2: Travis} Sound of an alarm clock and Travis waking up Good morning to everybody listening The chicks is in, if Im Michigan So time to get the bottles Its sweet like The women gon bobble it up And we make offers to their daughters for beerpong games And they gobble it up The fashion Back on black with the emo kids Rap and dreamers, now put your dreams up to this I dont like Highschool, Im just playing I love Highschool Projects, dates, kickin it with my classmates Women in hotels, blowing sweets to the new Drake mixtape Sip my liquor and just smoke all of my drugs
Lyrics from Snippet Euphoria, Im drownin in euphoria Drownin in euphoria, drownin in euphoria Seems like I came in time Think about you every day Time, time Euphoria, Im drownin in euphoria Drownin in euphoria, drownin in euphoria Euphoria, euphoria Euphoria, Im drownin in euphoria Drownin in euphoria, drownin in euphoria Seems like I came in time Think about you every day Time, time Euphoria, Im drownin in euphoria Drownin in euphoria, drownin in euphoria Euphoria, euphoria
Yeah Is it the complex of the saint Thats keepin you so, so, so still? Is it a coat of old paint Thats peelin every day against our will? Ride for it every night Visions and these angles tight, yeah Truth be told, I never try Diamonds are the wife of life, yeah All three Rollies look alike, yeah After two you get a hook-up price Mama worked a nine-to-five Delta and I ship it overnight, yeah Is it too long since the last Open conversation you had? Oh, no Stop tryna be God, God And did you see the void in the past? And can you ever see it comin back? Stop tryna be God, God Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh The party never ends In a motel laying with my sins, yeah Im tryna get revenge Youll be all out of love in the end Spent ten hours on this flight, man Told the pilot aint no flight plans Cant believe whatever Im seeing And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dead the club up, dead the club up Dead the club up, dead the club up Dead the club up, dead the club up Dead the club up, dead the club up The party never ends In a motel laying with my sins, yeah, yeah Im tryna get revenge Youll be all out of love in the end, yeah Bicentennial man, put the city on slam She get trippy off Xans, lost 21 grams And she did it on cam, wasnt no video dance Make my own rules, I really dont pick, I just choose I dont set picks, I just shoot Chop and get screwed I told her its B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs Put it on God, He the one who put me on top Cant be put in a box, gotta move on the opps Never got the move on the drop Niggas tryna move on the Scott And move that deep, tryna run down, shits steep 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 aint no flight plans Cant believe whatever Im seeing And they know whenever I land Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The club up, the club up The club up, the club up The club up, the club up The club up, the club up The party never ends The club up, the club up The club up, the club up The club up, the club up The club up, the club up The party never ends Family function, aint no friends, had a line around my ends Turned em into Ms, why you tryna make amends? Whats that smell? Its heavens scent Like I drop shade out the wind Dodgin hell and sins, I cant go back there again Nah, the dawgs aint civilized, take the one, feel vilified You cant see my sons, like the light dont hit they side In the function and Im fried, this strive is not a drive When they open wide, its a riot, riot Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Nah, nah, for real, we walkin in this bitch heavy Fuck the club up, fuck the club up Fuck the club up, fuck the club up They know me when they see me, ahhh! Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Come on, tell me whats the word Silent lips Ive never heard Show me that you really like me Come now Ill give you a little time Five minutes to blow my mind Thats all I need to Figure you out Figure you out Figure you out Figure you out Do I make you nervous? Do I make you nervous? Do I make you nervous? Nervous, nervous You know Im the bomb I’m like candy on your arm When I play I play for keeps So whats in it for me? Oh, submission doesnt hurt If you whistle while you work Tell me that you wanna please me Right now If you look me in the eye Tell it all and don’t be shy That’s all I need to Figure you out Figure you out Figure you out Figure you out Do I make you nervous? Do I make you nervous? Do I make you nervous? Nervous, nervous You know Im the bomb I’m like candy on your arm When I play I play for keeps So whats in it for me? Damn you make me so nervous The type that might commit murder I used to sneak inside your house, bring you sherbet We used to fantasize a lot about All of the nights in your white Lanta She wore a weave and that bandana Aint leavin til the sun is shine Took you home, she ran like every light For like three summers there and that was like every night We used to party then we fuss and fight Get at you naughty to make it right But that was never right Figure you out Figure you out Figure you out Figure you out Do I make you nervous? Do I make you nervous? Do I make you nervous? Nervous, nervous You know Im the bomb I’m like candy on your arm When I play I play for keeps So whats in it for me? So if you call me I just might be waiting by the phone But dont ignore me Girls like me wont be alone for long Call me Waiting by the phone Nore me Be alone for long
Cut the monologue Had to close the curtain, cut the show off Poppin Xans and then tryin not to doze off Riding through the hood with the doors off Seen so many strip clubs, damn, I might invest Damn, wait they got me for another check Order up the lobster with the crab cake Im bad at holidays, you know Im mad late Last couple summers it was so hard Cut the curtain on these niggas, cut the show off Fighting off these Xannies, I dont wanna doze off But I pop four school buses, oh my, oh Lord Used to eat that free lunch, but its not no more We was wildin outside, yeah, we had no hope You an angel in disguise with no halo Only thing I despise on that Jay Mo Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, back in, back when, back time I guess I get sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin We went up top, not again, navigate, intimate, innocent Runnin off, let your hoe flow were not here to win Come, come again, comin back again One more time for that nigga you come down, yeah H-Town, what if Im riding down and I sit in that whip right there Hit my lights and I- yeah Cut the monologue Had to close the curtain, cut the show off Poppin Xans and then tryin not to doze off Riding through the hood with the doors off Seen so many strip clubs, damn, I might invest Damn, wait they got me for another check Order up the lobster with the crab cake Im bad at holidays, you know Im mad late Last couple summers it was so hard Cut the curtain on these niggas, cut the show off Fighting off these Xannies, I dont wanna doze off But I pop four school buses, oh my, oh Lord Used to eat that free lunch, but its not no more We was wildin outside, yeah, we had no hope You an angel in disguise with no halo Only thing I despise on that Jay Mo Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, back in, back when, back time I guess I get sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin We went up top, not again, navigate, intimate, innocent Runnin off, let your hoe flow were not here to win Come, come again, comin back again One more time for that nigga you come down, yeah H-Town, what if Im riding down and I sit in that whip right there Hit my lights and I- yeah Cut the monologue Had to close the curtain, cut the show off Poppin Xans and then tryin not to doze off Riding through the hood with the doors off Seen so many strip clubs, damn, I might invest Damn, wait they got me for another check Order up the lobster with the crab cake Im bad at holidays, you know Im mad late Last couple summers it was so hard Cut the curtain on these niggas, cut the show off Fighting off these Xannies, I dont wanna doze off But I pop four school buses, oh my, oh Lord Used to eat that free lunch, but its not no more We was wildin outside, yeah, we had no hope You an angel in disguise with no halo Only thing I despise on that Jay Mo Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, back in, back when, back time I guess I get sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin We went up top, not again, navigate, intimate, innocent Runnin off, let your hoe flow were not here to win Come, come again, comin back again One more time for that nigga you come down, yeah H-Town, what if Im riding down and I sit in that whip right there Hit my lights and I- yeah Cut the monologue Had to close the curtain, cut the show off Poppin Xans and then tryin not to doze off Riding through the hood with the doors off Seen so many strip clubs, damn, I might invest Damn, wait they got me for another check Order up the lobster with the crab cake Im bad at holidays, you know Im mad late
Left, right, mix with the hooch Yeah, with the hooch No, this not goose, this the hooch Yeah, this the hooch Im feelin kinda loose off the hooch Yeah, off the hooch Left, right, mix with the hooch Yeah, with the hooch, yeah Might just hit the town with the roof down, yeah When I call up callin, you my boo now, yeah They should in-and-out it in my room, ah, yeah Two seater, you fit in my coupe, ah, yeah Hit the lean up with the move, yeah Justin Bieber had to get the crew, yeah when I find the group, yeah Grilled up like I got no tooth, yeah, yeah I, I had to get a hoop, ah, yeah They say, Leslie, why you hit the hoops? Yeah, yeah Might go way up in the mook, mm, yeah All that off them in the , yeah Left, right, mix with the hooch With the hooch No, this not goose, this the hooch Yeah, this the hooch, mm, yeah Im feelin kinda loose off the hooch Yeah, off the hooch Left, right, mix with the hooch Yeah, with the hooch, yeah No, this not goose, this the hooch Yeah, with the hooch, yeah Feelin really loose off the hooch Loose off the hooch, yeah This aint goose, this the hooch Yeah, it the hooch, mm, yeah Ive been fuckin with it, with the root, now, yeah Might hit the town with the roof down, yeah Need a bad bitch, shoot me down right here Hit it while youre down in H-Town, right, yeah 713, to the side, right here I didnt go, you wont ever know, right here Might , make that ass shake right here Ah man, in the right , yeah, ah Left, right, mix with the hooch Yeah, mixed with the hooch, yeah No, this not goose, this the hooch Yeah, know that this the hooch, yeah Im feelin kinda loose off the hooch, yeah Loose off the hooch, yeah No, this not goose, this the hooch Left, right, mix with the hooch Mm, with the hooch, yeah No, this not goose, this the hooch, mm Mm, off the hooch, yeah Feel a little loose off the hooch Yeah, loose off the hooch, yeah Left, right, mix with the hooch, mm Mixed with the hooch, mm, yeah Might just roll around with the roof down, yeah Call up, wake up when I hit your phone, right, yeah Read you, comin right now, right, yeah Run so fast, I need the time right, yeah With the move, yeah Had to hit the , had to , yeah Stella making Anna find a groove, yeah had to panic in the oupe, yeah Right, mix with the hooch Yeah, mix with the hooch, yeah No, this not goose, this the hooch Yeah, oop, this the hooch, yeah Feelin a little loose off the hooch Loose off the hooch, mm, yeah M-M-Mix with— Got a goose I been hittin hard off the gooch, yeah I been off the ooch, yeah Sippin low off the ooch Ooh, baby, yeah, look at the news Ooh, they want me in a noose, ooh Yeah, left, right, all coupe, mm Yeah, we got the whole world in cahoots I been, been, been, been, been goin off the juice Right in off the hooch, yeah Goin off the juice, too Ive been bowin, bowin, ballin, gettin loose And you know I been ridin with it, too I did, , , , do And if I didnt, we aint nothin new Why did, , boo ridin off the do, yeah Got the whole world in cahoots, yeah Back in the mountains, yeah yeah In the mountains, in the mountains, yeah Left, right, mix with the hooch Yeah, mix up the hooch, yeah No, this not goose, this the hooch Yeah, yeah yeah, this the hooch, mm, yeah Nothin gotta lose, off the hooch, yeah Flight done change All in the mall, I aint got no brain We did done some things we cant do again Ooh, Im back with another one Ooh, sit back, you might like this Ooh, I hate when we distant Ooh, , plane Our flight done changed , I embody Doin things I cant do again change Ooh, I bag, I been one Ooh, you know, you know Ooh, I feel it, I cant take none Ooh, , I didnt buy a bank Ooh, , you cant have no gain I You and them bad guys keep hiding things I been on the, I been, I been, I been, I been on the juice Gettin loose off the juice Left, right, mix up the hooch Yeah, mix up the hooch No, this not goose, this the hooch Yeah, this the hooch Feelin kinda loose off the hooch Yeah, loose off the hooch Left, right, mix up the hooch Yeah, mix up the hooch, yeah Dont get it mi— eh, oh Ooh, I been goin Ooh, I been goin, ooh Bad in a boo Ooh, I been hittin I, ooh, I been with it, ooh with the move Might , uh, yeah Billy Jean, , eh, yeah With the move, mm, yeah Back pain, jumpin out the coupe, yeah Fallin out the oupe, mm, yeah Fall through, Ima pick a view, mm, yeah You can bring her too, ooh, yeah Right, mix up the hooch Give me that reference Left, right, mix up the hooch Mix up the hooch No, this not goose, this the hooch Yeah, this the hooch, mm, yeah Feelin kinda loose off the hooch Yeah, loose off the hooch Left, right, mix up the hooch Yeah, mix up the hooch, mm, yeah Might just go around with the top down, yeah when I hit that, huh, ah, yeah Too many phone numbers up in my phone, right, yeah Mm, ah, yeah Gomez with the move, yeah Hotbox in the do-oo With the coupe , yeah with the move
Uh-uh, yeah Whippin again, whippin Yeah They dont wanna see Push again They dont wanna see Ye, he gone They dont want nothin like 2 Chainz They dont wanna throw trees on They dont want it like that Whippin again, whippin again, whippin again Uh, they dont really wanna want the Pusha, baby They dont really wanna-wanna call Ye They dont really wanna kidnap for life They dont wanna whip it in the same place That just sippin on the–, yeah Whippin again, whippin again, whippin again, yeah Back at again, back at again, back at again All winter, all summer, Range Rovers and black Hummers Bottles and , uh-uhs and go dummer Whippin again, whippin again, whippin again, yeah In again, uh, back at again All winter, all summer, uh, yeah Yeah, yeah Back in the bill, whippin again, once again, yeah Out in the East, park up the Benz on the sand, yeah Skrrt off the–
Hold on Hold on Know I feel the water already We must be in my... Hold on Who the fuck is Stevie J? Where we at? Who the fuck is Stevie J? Drop that shit! Lets go! Travis Scott!
Yeah, ooh Metro on these Boominati wave, uh (Weve done it with robotic arm on the space shuttle Weve done it with direct launch of modules) Prepare for lightspeed Bought a spaceship, now Im a space cadet Big white mansion is my habitat Aim a lot of sticks like its laser tag Fuck a rich bitch, havin rich sex Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? Sleepin on these Gs, its a beanbag Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack Check came from my fans, life is fantastic I was broke as hell, sleepin on the mattress I felt like its Hell, wasnt nobody happy Hot shells droppin out the semi-automatic Ran it up, bought a condo, got a new addy Got the VVs with a Vlone jean jacket They cant see me, even if you had 3D glasses Bad bitch in the bikini, she from Calabasas Got a pocket full of bleu cheese and some green relish Im a psycho for these hundreds, got a cash fetish Ive been studyin these hundreds, Im a mathematic And this love make me wanna buy my dad a Caddy Cause the love got me geeked up, I dont need an Addy Dracos let these niggas know we war-ready Expensive clothes on my bitches, we aint ball-cappin Alien, feel like Im livin on my own planet Bought a spaceship, now Im a space cadet Big white mansion is my habitat Aim a lot of sticks like its laser tag Fuck a rich bitch, havin rich sex Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? Sleepin on these Gs, its a beanbag Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack Chanel shoes overseas, they was patent leather Shop in Tokyo, Japan, they the best ever Blueberry t-shirt, sleeve on leather Hard-top turn the vert, ride in any weather You aint gotta bend down, this aint the propeller Me and Wheezy spent a dime coppin Gucci sweaters Steady drippin, nigga drownin, I cannot help him Its the Boominati, guys, we are not the devil Got Colombia and ties out in Mexico Wash the Benz a hundred times, still smell dope Got some pants from Philipp Plein feel like velcro A bitch fine and love shoppin at Rodeo I be iffy, dont want cop if its a day old Aint stingy, my bro Gunna get a payroll I just want the pretty women and the pesos I can only hear the engine in this Lambo Bought a spaceship, now Im a space cadet Big white mansion is my habitat Aim a lot of sticks like its laser tag Fuck a rich bitch, havin rich sex Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? Sleepin on these Gs, its a beanbag Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack Bought a spaceship, now Im a space cadet Big white mansion in my habitat Aim a lot of sticks like its laser tag Fuck a rich bitch, havin rich sex Smoke a lot of trees, need a weed plant Addicted to codeine, where the lean at? Sleepin on these Gs, its a beanbag Got Rick Owen jeans, cost a cool rack Ooh, ooh Mmmm Yeah Im out, Im out Outta my mind Out my, out my, mind Ooh, ooh In my Hit it for
K. Swisha on the track Skrrt-skrrt Hey, hey, hey Skrrt-skrrt I know anywhere Hey, hey Nawfside cooling, shorty, yeah thats where I stay Heard you was a lame, boy Get up out my face And my ex keep calling, swear that she be in the way And I need a thick redbone shorty where I lay Bad bihh in LA tell me that shell make the trip Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips Uber every-fucking-where, pre-rolls in my VIP Canada jawn, yeah I think that bitch from the 6 Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP Yeah, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP Aye Yeah, I wanna get the Rari, but I know it takes some time Pre-roll shorty light it up, you know you fine Lil 5 with my 5 and Im rolling up the gas And I need my leg room, Bapestas, first class East Atlanta jawn Cookout on Moreland Ave She say she bout that action but I think that Ima pass Shorty wanna fuck me but I know I got some top Shorty wanna fuck me but I just got some top I cant fuck with ops never stop pull up in that juice box Uber fucking everywhere I cant fuck with ops never stop pull up in that juice box Uber fucking everywhere Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP And I think that bitch from canada I think she from the 6 Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP Aye Okay, its late, yeah Uber to your crib, I cannot wait, yeah Ive been moving at a race Tell me what we going throughs a phase Shit I cant escape All this shit I cant evade Niggas wanna hate, yeah, they do that by the day On these skates, Ive been moving state to state Fuck that lobster and that steak I got mo shit on my plate Rolling in my Uber, thats just how I use my time Blowing on that Backwood, thats just how I ease my mind Looking out the window, hoping it all would be fine Pay no mind, they dont pay no mind, yeah, yeah, yeah Magic City they shaking that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah Diamonds of Atlanta they be bad, yeah, yeah, yeah When we hit V Live, I got that bag Big Tho, DJ Eric got that bitch on smash, yeah, yeah, yeah Play that shit that make em dance, yeah After call me when you done counting them bands, yeah, yeah, yeah Please dont let it get late Ima Uber to your crib, I cannot wait Ive been moving at my pace Tell me what we going through is just a phase, yeah yeah yeah Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP And I think that bitch from canada I think she from the 6 Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP Aye
Now, I’m lost, Jacques Berman Webster II, most definitely lost I see the needle sway and they tell me I’m all I got. This is my name, so, this is who I must be, I should listen. This is just an intro to myself, that much is clear. And if I can go get away from myself, I might find something worth bringing back home, but my problem is that my mind is moving at max speed. The air is moving slower the faster my feet move. My Air Max 270s keep me grounded to this hypothetical floor. I’m hovering at the layer between what’s real and what I made up, which are the same being that much I know. And I should be lost on purpose, intention, made it across the universe like perfect, made you wish rehearsed it because it really does look so perfect. My imagination is a burden that has me lost and uncertain, but what nourishes me is Houston. What’s the difference between being lost and escaping? An attention. What’s the difference between a ladder and an elevator? Labor. Feel free to feel lost, it’s free, there’s no cost. The cacti fell over on the path, that’s how I noticed I can fly. The truth is, your always home. I create a city with no buildings or people, just deep breaths and daydreams, nightmares and ancestors’ energies fly and memory. I can get away, I can make it, whether it’s outdated and I’m Jaded, or I become the air and I made it. It maxed out our system like I twisted the mission and made the decision to be free or like other people who can’t see it, they call it, they say I’m lost now. When I laugh my breath mixes with clouds and causes a storm, because I’m not lost, I escaped. Keep your feet where you stand, everything else has escaped
Yup Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time Been a minute since I pulled up outside Shut it down, yeah, you do that everytime Oh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah Work it like a stripper, yeah But you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah Work that nine to five with ya, yeah After smoke a pound with ya Oh my, on a vibe, what a wonderful time Hunnid deep, all my niggas outside Valet park when I pull up in the ride Oh, its late you might have to spend the night, yeah Oh, I love my city lit at night, yeah Oh, I love my bitches when they bite, yeah Oh, lets call some up and lets get right, yeah Oh, oh-oh We just landed in your city, go time Driving to the venue like shes seeing no signs She got all the passes, she dont ever do lines Bustin like shes single, she aint wasting no time You cannot record, thats for the show now Leave your phone, youll get that later on, now Pour that special drink thats for my throat now And take a sip Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time Been a minute since I pulled up outside Shut it down, yeah, you do that everytime Oh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah Work it like a stripper, yeah But you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah Work that nine to five with ya, yeah After smoke a pound with ya
Young Chop on the beat I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka Yeah, thats my flocka , to my flocka Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper Yeah, thats my flocka Paint this, Basquiat, on my banger On that Bay side of the , trippin offa my manga Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language They want my chain, suicide make a bitch bang, bang Double-X, nigga, this the chain gang Salute the nigga, I might troop the nigga Shoeshine a nigga when Im walkin, man A nigga drive around, man, I roof the nigga Fifteen when I carried loads of them Oziums And them bag of nicks, I mean groceries I mean daddy knows aint no controlling me My bad, my niggas gon sag She give me head before the ass and never let no nigga smash No puffin, no pass We breakin everything in half, thank you for making it last Get everythin that you got Break me a piece of that off, rest in peace niggas I lost I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka Yeah, thats my flocka , to my flocka Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper Yeah, thats my flocka Thank God, threw that nigga in the bay, ayy Bang, bang, bang, fuck it, maintain Thinkin bout stickyin your girl face Sip Merlot, watch us make the champagne rain Let my ding-a-lang hang Im a southside nigga where the caine reign We runnin, summers, we runnin Niggas never get no lovin Keep that shit pumpin, pumpin outside of the club, and When I pull up, we be stuntin Bitches I call fall through in dozens Niggas at home wont leave me lone, niggas be buggin Through the cellphone, I hear home Aint that a bitch, that bitch frontin We used to talk, think how she leftin me out Thinkin bout it make me vomit Pow, pow, that bluff of that chain Hallelujah to the Lord, pourin champagne all over that paint I got diamonds on my blocka, serve it to my flocka Yeah, thats my flocka , to my flocka Pray to Lord on my shotta, she be proper Yeah, thats my flocka
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yah I got all this money, so I know you wont expect this Runnin on the low-low, but I know that you interested I just made a call, you and your girls is on the guest list Maybe youre still liquor, but I swear I wanna French kiss And that body on you girl, I promise thats impressive Rollie on my wrist, Im trynna chill, but still Im flexin Baby, you a star and all these others girls is extras I been on the block, Im trynna build with you like Tetris, oh Listen, listen, know you trippin, trippin, you wont catch me slippin, oh Racks on me, spend it all on you, I aint scared of tippin, oh Facts on me, I aint spittin fiction, say it with conviction, oh You a vixen, I been checkin for you, dont know what you missin Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, you deserve a song about you I might write a song about you tonight You the perfect melody for the life Let me make you famous, Michael Jackson dangerous You my favorite song, add you to my playlist Listen, listen, know you trippin, trippin, you wont catch me slippin, oh Racks on me, spend it all on you, I aint scared of tippin, oh Facts on me, I aint spittin fiction, say it with conviction, oh Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah Shawty, you belong to me, yeah, yeah, yeah Let me get you in your zone, yeah, yeah, yeah Maybe we can take it home, yeah, yeah, yeah Girl, you know that you a freak, yeah, yeah, yeah Shawty, you belong with me, yeah, yeah, yeah You dont gotta sleep alone, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah Girl, you know that you a freak Shawty, you belong with me Let me get you in your zone Maybe we can take it home, Girl, you know that you a freak Shawty, you belong with me Let me get you in your zone Maybe we can take it home, Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah Baby, you deserve a song, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Travis Scott x2 Pull out the seven Pull out the ride We so high, upper echelon We so fuckin high, upper echelon ; Seee you need rap paraphernalia To get your skills up, to pass the bar hmm Im not one magazine ima whole catalog In 8 days i make 2 worlds One up in god They said Im wako looney satan I get fucked up so ofton I dont see life in problemos I made it through the tunnel faster than old people Trying to ? pharmaceuticals ? My lifes lowkey i dont need many doors Surviving in a world that makes me a businessman But it makes that girl a whore, no more, be gone, you a whore Im Americon no comment on it I got many things to say, i might vomit Bitch grab the karmet and clean it up, we outta here on the ? spaceship to the bahamas Take up our armors, im going bonkers, listen to the Grim Reaper ? Go to Sleep, wait you better pause it.. ha Travis Scott
Oh My limit, I dont know my limit I be spendin so much I dont know my limit Oh My limit, I dont know my limit I be drinkin so much, hmm I dont know my limit She in her panties outside Miami Doin that dance and shakin that fanny Hit that, ha, ha She did that, ha, ha She in her panties outside Miami Doin that dance and shakin that fanny Hit that, ha, ha She did that, ha, ha Oh My limit, I dont know my limit I be spendin so much I dont know my limit Oh My limit, I dont know my limit I be drinkin so much, hmm I dont know my limit Oh My limit, my limit I be spendin so much I dont know my limit Oh My limit, my limit I be drinkin so much, hmm I dont know my limit My limit, I dont know my limit I be spendin so much I dont know my limit My limit, I dont know my limit I be drinkin so much, hmm I dont know my limit Oh I be spendin so much I dont know my limit Oh I be drinkin so much, hmm I dont know my limit Oh I be spendin so much I dont know my limit Oh I be drinkin so much, hmm I dont know my limit
Its taking me over Look what happened to me Kickstart rollercoaster Ooh, we as high as can be Its taking me over Look what happened to me Kickstart rollercoaster Move your body
Piss On Your Grave, Piss On Your Grave, Piss On Your Grave, Piss On Your Grave, Piss On Your Grave Cant let the president turn us to slaves! Theyll turn us to slaves! Cant let the president turn us to slaves! Theyll turn us to slaves! Yeah yeah... Piss on their graves, Piss on their graves Everyone say fuck school and grades, fuck school and grades Drop out of school and find out how to get paid, find a way to get paid Piss on that grave, piss on that grave, piss on that grave, take jeweler I bought a new chain, I piss on that grave, I killed my master, take a chain from the slave Piss on that grave, piss on that grave, made it out of the cave Piss On Your Grave, Piss On Your - Turn the to a mu-fucking Piss On Your Grave, Piss On Your Grave, Kid Cudi told me to how just wait Told me how to just get paid Told me how to live on Told me how to how to stay great Piss on that grave, piss on that grave Piss on that new grave...
Lyrics from snippets ... time you away Whole time, you wont play, right? Fore you wont say Yeah, 52 ... She like Chris, like fit I took her to the head-down like yeah Hairdresser gave her good ... like yeah then I fuck her weave, like
You way too close, you way too close You way too close Dont touch me, dont touch me Dont touch me, I came to vibe, yeah On something, on something On something, I wanna riot Dont touch me, dont touch me Dont touch me, I came to vibe, yeah Wont let nothing come in between me and the night Dont touch me, dont touch me Dont touch me, I came to vibe, yeah On something, on something On something, I wanna riot Dont touch me, dont touch me Dont touch me, I came to vibe, yeah Wont let nothing come in between me and the night, yeah Me and the night, me and the night Me and the night, me and the night Me and the night, me and the night Me and the night, me and the night You way too close, you way too close You way too close, you way too close You way too close, you way too close You way too close I need room, I need room Where you standin way too close You might catch fumes, might catch fumes When I zoom, when I zoom Pass out, wake up by myself right past noon Right past noon, then Im doomed Occupied and movin dolo Hennessys drownin all of my issues Right before I leave, she give me more than just a miss you That thing got more back, just like my engine, I can hit it Seen a vision in the boy, then we committed Wont let nothin come—, wont let nothin come— Wont let nothin come—, wont let nothin come— Wont let nothin come—, wont let nothin come— Wont let nothin come in between me and the night Dont touch me, dont touch me Dont touch me, I came to vibe, yeah On something, on something On something, I wanna riot Dont touch me, dont touch me Dont touch me, I came to vibe, yeah Wont let nothing come in between me and the night Dont touch me, dont touch me Dont touch me, I came to vibe, yeah On something, on something On something, I wanna riot Dont touch me, dont touch me Dont touch me, I came to vibe, yeah Wont let nothing come in between me and the night, yeah Me and the night, me and the night Me and the night, me and the night Me and the night, me and the night Me and the night, me and the night You way too close, you way too close You way too close, you way too close You way too close, you way too close You way too close, you way too
Yeah, yeah Lean, lean on me Yeah, yeah, codeine Yeah, yeah, codeine Yeah, yeah, codeine Yeah, yeah One more stop fore the world stop We gon roll this loud, its prohibited Makin money moves off the laptop Codeine, codeine, codeine, no prescriptions here Its okay, its okay, its alright We gon go, we gon do what you like, yeah But we like to party on a weekday And everything I do, I do it three ways, no Case you didnt know Case you didnt know We like to party on a weekday And everything I do, I do it three ways, no Case you didnt know Niggas out of Hennessy, its dang it, bro With that lean, lean, lean, lean, lean Lean turn to a freak, is all out of E is I got the , is all, Mr. Servin, rollin in a fiend lean-energy, got the plea on me, and I got the E Case you didnt know Case you didnt know Case you didnt know We like to party on a weekday And everything I do, I do it three ways, no One more stop fore the world stop We been blowin loud, its prohibited, yeah Makin money moves off the laptop, yeah Codeine, codeine, codeine, no prescriptions here Its okay, its okay, its alright We can go, we can do what you like, yeah But we like to party on a weekday And everything I do, I do it three ways, no Case you didnt know Case you didnt know We like to party on a weekday And everything I do, I do it three ways Yeah, oh, on me Stylish one me stylish, oh, me Ride, this on me, roll this OD Ride it up, plea, fry this OD Ride in my jeep, What happened to you? It got it into me We can take your lean, share my Hennessy, yeah I done felt , felt you in my dreams What that mean? Mhm-hmm-mhm
Feel free to correct mistakes Brain storm, pick it up, oh Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh Good go, sip it up slow Good go, sip it up Good go, sip it up slow Turn up the radio, and off we go Uh, yeah I swear this shit kinda fit funny Finally getting laid and they went off and told on me The stripper getting paid, getting rich is for broke dummies If she a snow bunny, thats 50 of yo money, Here we go again, two more girls turn to four lesbians On the couch sexing em, sex-sexing em, dawg They look chewie, Im breast-festing em, Seniority is good, Alumni is great But who gon boot the Dean if the bitch got a fade Im getting extra laid, you getting extra laid.. off! Hit, Then I cough, Then Im gone, cause! Brain storm, pick it up, oh Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh Good go, sip it up slow Turn up the radio, and off we go Stadiums packed, look who just blew in Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing Getting poed up with Oilers in Houston Back when the Benz was just tinted, Cruising Stadiums packed, look who just blew in Coming off the rebound like Patrick Ewing Getting poed up with the Oilers in Houston Back when the Benz was just tinted, Cruising My brother told me that we could break the game And when I woke, I swear that we would think the same But what I think of life, I just think of as a game But why didnt I spend a couple stacks on a chain Please the company, can we bring on the beers? Cheers, to the homies and the three musketeers We getting hot all around global warming Bust a nut now, all these chicks stay swarming Churping, and when I wake up in the morning I see the sun shine beaming on something foreign I got a couple mags, full of jags I let my pants sag, middle finger from the ass Bitch! Brain storm, pick it up, oh Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh Good go, sip it up slow Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh-oh, oh oh Damn, Ive been wanting my own shit When I get the hands out, like what Im gon get Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit Why do everybody gotta have some of yo shit And when they dont get it, then they say you on hoe shit Fuck yall, whats mine thats mine And when your shit original, the niggas tryna take your design That may seem kinda sour, I was building the line Broke niggas tell lies to make the greater decline Now aint that uncredible, Im so incredible that I can take a fat bitch and make that hoe edible Train rack medical, taste kinda professional Square my niggas off, its like they live in the sectional Good shit, show it all, what you say? Im hood rich I dont have to rap about babesters that I would get So much paper, I could probably make a book quick Tell your girl to hold the stack, but I can make her look dick Brain storm, pick it up, oh Hit up the mall, cop it all, oh oh, oh oh Good go, sip it up slow Turn up the radio, and off you go, oh oh, oh oh La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la

Yeah, yeah Make some noise for motherfucking Mike Dean, yeah Yeah, yeah-oh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yah Me and Mike Dean weve just been working on ASTROWORLD shit like We been watching Astros win the playoffs making ASTROWORLD going way on Poppin, takin two in spaceship in takeoff Bout to link up with the squad and get a day off Yeah, we been watching Astros in the playoffs Making ASTROWORLD, young nigga a takeoff Bout to drop a bomb, drop a bomb, na-na Bout to drop a bomb, drop a bomb, na-na Pullin up, pullin a , yeah, yeah Pullin out, we the 41, yeah, yeah ...
.yeah .yeah .yeah .this goes hard .uh .yeah .i walk into the taco bell .and i smell the taco smell .i ask te guy give me that taco mail .he like ok .he hand me an envelope made out of taco material .i open it .smash bothers invitation .oh yeah .oh yeah .oh yeah .i walk into the taco bell .i got the taco mail .i see travis scott .i like letter say: i can bring one extra man to smash bro .will you come to the game with me .travis was like yeah .i was like yeah sfx: record scratches sfx: boing boing boing boing sfx: toad mario kart sfx: splooge noise .yuh .im fighting mario .next im going to fight lucario .fire balls
Lyrics from snippet Pipeline good, line good, yeah Pipeline good, line good Beat it up like Suge, like Suge Pipeline good, line good Pipeline good, line good Pipeline good, line good Pipeline good, line good Beat it up like Suge, like Suge Pipeline good, line good, yeah You dont get it up like you sposed to I can make you feel like the old school Pipeline good like I told you Make you feel in love like you sposed to Niggas frontin hard on their socials Aw, nah, man, dont make me expose you Aw, nah, man, you gettin exposed Rockstar, yeah, Im livin by my own rules Pipeline good, pipeline good Beat it up like you should, beat it up like you should, yeah, yeah And Im still in my car with the leather in it, yeah Outta town checks in my sweater, yeah Pipeline good, line good, yeah Pipeline good, line good Beat it up like Suge, like Suge Pipeline good, line good Pipeline good, line good Pipeline good, line good Pipeline good, line good Beat it up like Suge, like Suge Pipeline good, line good, yeah

Let me bust a nut! Good mornin, good mornin Good evenin, good evenin Good night, good night Good mornin, good mornin, good mornin Good evenin, good evenin, good evenin Goodbye, goodbye Hello, thanks for coming Goodbye, Travis home for the weekend Party all the night till the weekend Paper only, Skaters in the silence Thats be the is mine, oh mine tonight Good mornin, good mornin, good mornin Good evenin, good evenin, good evenin Goodbye, goodbye Good mornin, good mornin, good mornin Good evenin, good evenin, good evenin Goodbye, goodbye Umm, party, party, party, party, Bacardi Its out, and the nigga just shutdown the party Oh well, im just playin, we have fun I feel quiet, im over But the night is over Thanks for coming out to a party The does not have anymore Bacardi But the bad bitches comin to the after party Then i get hold until they say Good mornin, good mornin, good mornin Good evenin, good evenin, good evenin Goodbye, goodbye Good mornin, good mornin, good mornin Good evenin, good evenin, good evenin Goodbye, goodbye
Lyrics from Snippet …for the day, it cannot always be night Serve, flex I do work , six, Im like Mike Hes out of sight , woo, you done got me piped Two-man like Ike, six out the spot Into the night Been thinkin’ a lot, uh Been findin’ my bop, uh But when have I not? Uh Uh, yeah The devil my opp, uh Can’t pay me to stop, uh My God at the top, oh We gon’ praise God They had to praise God That we been on bayside on the side of 85 with the pipe Serve, flex out the work, six up like Mike Into the night With this life I’m livin’…
Lyrics from a snippet Shower water hit that black skin, your friend alive for you Air dry, let me suck that...

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