[Intro: Travis Scott] 2 AM, howlin' outside Lookin' but I cannot find Don't you fall asleep this time I been on a long way drive Only you can stand my mind Only you can fix inside So if I make it out tonight Let's make it a badass time
[Verse 1: Travis Scott] Okay, I got it, copy 20/20 but I can't see nobody One eye open, Illuminati This might be the verse that make 'em drop me Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies (Yeah) No, that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby (Yeah, yeah) Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah X-ray vision, see through you niggas Newspaper stand, we press the issue (Press it, press it, press the issue) We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (Yeah, right up at your hood up north) Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals Cookin' on a tune, I've been cheffin' up instrumentals Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat (Back seat, back seat, back seat, back seat) Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet (Track meet, track meet, track meet, track meet) Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya
[Bridge: Travis Scott & André 3000] They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Eh-hey)
[Verse 2: André 3000] To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (Hahaha) I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh Oh, I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know, ha I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids, hmm And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live (Ayy) Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around (Uh, uh) We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh And said he had a label recruitin' people (Uh) Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne It could've been me, it could've been you too But what a memory in me, it may need interludes (Could've been me) What's gon' patch up my inner tube So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too
[Outro: Travis Scott] Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah In the ends, I'ma kick your door down, oh yeah We keep wildin' out the Mo' now, oh yeah Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on yaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
