[Chorus: Travis Scott] I get it, I get it, I get it love They love, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it love They love, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it love They love, they love me, love me long time (Long time) I get it, I get it, I get it love They love, they love me, love me long time (Long time) Y'all feel— y'all feel like that? Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?
[Verse 1: Travis Scott] They give me, they give me love, they love the Scott They love how the disc rock, they lovin' the Jac' No Wi-Fi, we hot spottin', connected the block Runnin' through the club, we feelin' the love Iller than my trees, the Jac' in my steez, please Five hundred degrees, nigga, who hotter than me? Yeah Y'all feel— y'all feel like that? Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?
[Chorus: Travis Scott] They love me, love me, love me, yeah They love me, long time They love, they love me, love to show me love They love me, love me, love me, yeah They love me, long time They love, they love me, love to show me love Y'all feel— y'all feel like that? Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?
[Verse 2: Travis Scott] Come and kick back with us This a new religion, come and have mass with us Tell me have you made love to a bachelor? Turnin' bad city, used to grow up in the back woods Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us We gon' make them Vogue bitches turn racheter First task, now, look, you used to laugh at us Pass the Actavis 'cause a nigga past passivist Imagine my world of misogyny Nigga, fuck a— fuck a monogamy Got her head tipped over the driver's seat Meet me, don't go tell my mama 'bout this, baby Hold up, we gon' own the summer Never-never stressin', no, we always hit the numbers Cuzzo always stressin', always cuffin' different numbers Know we tired of makin' shit, you know the streets don't make diplomas Drunk somethin', tryna find my keys And find myself lookin' down at the stars, the bees The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan I try a line, might try some crime, might try a dime But now it's time, baby, now it's time Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, get the love, and they givin' it up, like
[Chorus: Travis Scott] I get it, I get it, I get it love They love, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it love They love, they love me, love me long time (Time) I get it, I get it, I get it love They love, they love me, love me long time (Long time) I get it, I get it, I get it love They love, they love me, love me long time (Long time) Y'all feel— y'all feel like that? Y'all feel— y'all feel like that?
[Interlude: Travis Scott] Fire ton—, fire ton—
[Verse 3: Kid Cudi] The night is too young and the love in the air hit me Follow all the vibes up in every city Gamble with your life, thinkin' 'bout it, going through the night, you don't want it with him We reach the glasses, the madness The tiniest of the asses, dance in the trances Baby said she ready and we 'bout to find out Don't be mad, and we get it to find out, and we get it Livin' live, Richard Pryor on a mission And these niggas lookin' out, but they didn't Let me slip into my mind, smokin' plenty but Tequila, baby Members of the rage run 'way with it Fashion week in Paris front row with it Diamonds on me, dancin' on bullshit See a black guy done the job, yeah, I'm so winnin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
