Travis Scott
NEW YORK CITY*
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[Verse]
Shit be too turnt, do you believe me? (Me)
I chose a private life
She be too turnt, not the quiet type
Switchin' out watches, that's from time to time (Tick-tick-tick)
Headed to Missouri, need a private flight
You upped your tolerance, but how high?
We livin' different than the sci-fi (Skrrt)
We rollin' deeper than the high tide (High)
Stacked up like a high-rise (High-high-high), yeah, yeah, high
We was dancin', you went bye-bye-bye-bye-bye (Bye)
Back to that dirty cage (Dirty cage)
Just turned thirty, that's a dirty age (Dirt, dirt, sheesh)
Lookin' at my youngin face (Youngin face)
Oh with you, my youngins ain't even gotta do it (Do it, ah)
I'ma catch a ca-a-a-a-a-se (Woah)
Ayy, say that to my face, couldn't leave me late, it might be a mutual thang (Thang)
Me and my son, we shake and bake, the n***a was born in cake (It's lit)
Way I rock them braids, way she rock them Dior shades (Ah)
Way I got it made, way she wildin' to that A
Out on road, me and CHASE knockin' up the space (Space)
Zero crawlin' not the head, but still takin' fades, yeah (Ah)
Too geeked, I was too geeked (Geek)
She love to play my favorite song off of 2C (2C)
Breakin' up that peyote and my loose weed (Mop), loose weed
She wildin' out, pourin' it at 4 A.M., was diamond, now she smilin' now (Nah)
We not Peri-Ye when I say Peri got to stylin' now
Pulled up, L before you took a half, you actin' childish now, okay (Straight up, it's l—)
See a fade (Fade), can you see me flex when you bussin' out for me?
Bread is for my dogs, had to let 'em out they cage