Gökyüzündeki Lunapark: Bir Modern Başyapıtın Anatomisi

2018 yılında dinleyiciyle buluşan bu albüm, sadece bir müzik projesi değil, aynı zamanda seslerin ve ritimlerin inşa ettiği devasa bir evrenin kapılarını aralıyor. Albüm, şöhretin getirdiği yükü, geçmişin hayaletlerini ve zirvede olmanın karmaşık psikolojisini, fütüristik ve karanlık bir atmosfer eşliğinde işliyor. Adeta bir lunaparkın tekinsiz ışıkları altında yaşanan duygusal çalkantıların, yüksek tempolu beat'lerle harmanlandığı bu çalışma, dinleyiciyi yoğun bir içsel yolculuğa çıkarıyor.

Albümün genelinde hakim olan "yükselme ve düşme" teması, hem şöhret basamaklarına hem de kullanılan metaforlara derinden işlenmiş durumda. Gelin, bu görkemli dünyanın kapılarını şarkı şarkı aralayalım.

### [STARGAZING]

* **Ana Tema:** Şöhretin ve madde kullanımının zihin üzerindeki kaotik etkisi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün girişi, dinleyiciyi adeta başka bir boyuta hazırlıyor. "Yıldızları izlemek" eylemi, hem fiziksel bir eylemi hem de bir kopuşu simgeliyor. Liriklerdeki "Psychedelics" vurgusu ve "yıldızlara bakarken dünyadan uzaklaşma" imgesi, sanatçının şöhret basamaklarını tırmanırken karşılaştığı gerçeklikten kaçma isteğini yansıtıyor.

### [CAROUSEL]

* **Ana Tema:** Yabancılaşma ve değişen dünyada kendine yer bulma çabası.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bir lunaparkın vazgeçilmezi olan dönme dolabı andıran bu şarkı, hayatın sürekli tekrarlanan döngülerini temsil ediyor. "Yeni bir dünya, yeni bir gökyüzü" ifadeleri, zirveye ulaşmanın getirdiği yalnızlık ve alışılmışın dışındaki yaşama uyum sağlama zorluğunu derin bir melankoliyle betimliyor.

### [SICKO MODE]

* **Ana Tema:** Zirvedeki güç gösterisi ve bölünmüşlük.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en çok dikkat çeken ve ritmiyle sürükleyen bu parçası, şöhretin üç farklı aşamasını anlatıyor. "Hasta modunda" olmak, kontrolü kaybetmek ile kontrolü tamamen elinde tutmak arasındaki ince çizgidir. Şarkıdaki sert geçişler, hayatın tahmin edilemezliğine bir atıfta bulunuyor.

### [R.I.P. SCREW]

* **Ana Tema:** Geçmişe duyulan özlem ve kültürel bir mirasın yaşatılması.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Yavaşlatılmış ritimlerle, geçmişin anılarına bir saygı duruşunda bulunuluyor. "Bu gece yavaş alıyoruz" ifadesi, hızın ve şöhretin karmaşasından kurtulup öze dönme arzusunu ifade ediyor. Şarkı, bir dönemin ruhunu korumaya çalışan bir hafıza tazeleme aracı.

### [STOP TRYING TO BE GOD]

* **Ana Tema:** İnsan sınırlarını aşma çabası ve alçakgönüllülüğün kaybı.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en felsefi parçalarından biri. Şöhretin bir insanı ilahlaştırma tehlikesine dikkat çekiliyor. "Tanrı olmaya çalışma, bu senin işin değil" uyarısı, zirvede olan birinin kendi insani zaaflarını kabullenmesi gerektiğine dair güçlü bir mesaj içeriyor.

### [NO BYSTANDERS]

* **Ana Tema:** Kolektif enerji ve öfke.

* **Lirik Analizi:** "Kulübü dağıtın" nakaratı, bir isyanı ve sınırları zorlayan enerjiyi temsil ediyor. Burada "izleyici yoktur" mesajı veriliyor; herkes bu karmaşanın bir parçasıdır. Şöhretin getirdiği yoğun baskının bir dışavurumu olarak görülebilir.

### [SKELETONS]

* **Ana Tema:** Geçmişteki hatalar ve unutulamayanlar.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Şarkı, "geçmişteki kötü anıların dalgalar gibi geri gelmesi" üzerine kurulu. İnsanların gizlediği "iskeletler" (sırlar/hatalar), hayatın hızına rağmen peşlerini bırakmıyor. "Yavaş çekimdeyiz" metaforu, kaçınılmaz olanla yüzleşmeyi anlatıyor.

### [WAKE UP]

* **Ana Tema:** Gerçeklikten kopuş ve rüya evreni.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Uyanmak istememek, gerçek dünyanın acımasızlığından kaçıp, şöhretin sunduğu o geçici rüyaya tutunma isteğini vurguluyor. İlişkiler ve kişisel arzular arasındaki o kırılgan denge, şarkının merkezinde yer alıyor.

### [5% TINT]

* **Ana Tema:** Paranoya ve gizlilik.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Karartılmış camlar arkasından dünyayı izlemek, sanatçının şöhret nedeniyle dış dünyadan kendini soyutlamasını simgeliyor. "Kim o pencereden içeri süzülen?" sorusu, zirvedeki birinin sürekli takip edilme korkusunu ve güvensizliğini çok net bir şekilde özetliyor.

### [NC-17]

* **Ana Tema:** Lüksün getirdiği sınır tanımama durumu.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün en cesur parçalarından biri. "NC-17" (yetişkin içerik) vurgusu, hayatın tüm çıplaklığıyla ve sansürsüzce yaşanmasını ifade ediyor. Şöhret, ahlaki sınırların esnetildiği bir alan haline geliyor.

### [ASTROTHUNDER]

* **Ana Tema:** Uzaklaşma ve manevi huzur arayışı.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Hayatın getirdiği hedeflere ulaşmanın verdiği o garip "uzaklık" hissi. Zirveye ulaştıkça, aslında en çok ihtiyacı olan "huzur" ve "kendi benliğine" olan mesafenin arttığı dile getiriliyor.

### [YOSEMITE]

* **Ana Tema:** Başarıya ulaşmış olmanın sağladığı konfor ve özgüven.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bu şarkı, zirvenin getirdiği somut ödülleri kutluyor. Başarının verdiği o "seçilmişlik" hissi ve artık "zorlukları geride bırakıp zirveye yerleşmiş olma" duygusu, ritmik bir başarı hikayesine dönüşüyor.

### [CAN'T SAY]

* **Ana Tema:** Duygusal belirsizlik ve ifade edilemeyenler.

* **Lirik Analizi:** "Madde etkisindeyken" hislerin karmaşası ve neyi söyleyip neyi söyleyemeyeceğinin belirsizliği. Şöhretin kişiyi içine hapsettiği o "ifade edilemeyen" duygular silsilesi üzerine yoğunlaşıyor.

### [WHO? WHAT!]

* **Ana Tema:** Sorgulama ve savunma mekanizması.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Şöhrete dair bitmek bilmeyen dedikodular ve eleştiriler karşısında bir duruş sergileme. "Ben hayattayım" vurgusu, tüm baskılara rağmen kendi kimliğini koruma ve "yoluna devam etme" kararlılığını simgeliyor.

### [BUTTERFLY EFFECT]

* **Ana Tema:** Küçük değişimlerin büyük sonuçları (Kelebek Etkisi).

* **Lirik Analizi:** Bir anlık kararların, tüm hayatı nasıl kökten değiştirebileceği anlatılıyor. Geçmişte yaşanan o küçük "kanat çırpışlarının" (verilen kararların), bugün ulaşılan büyük başarının (şöhretin) kaynağı olduğu bir tür muhasebe şarkısı.

### [HOUSTONFORNICATION]

* **Ana Tema:** Aidiyet ve köklere dönme isteği.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Şehrin karmaşası ve kendi evreni arasındaki sıkışmışlık. Şöhretin getirdiği o "yeni evler" ve "havalandırma" ihtiyacı, aslında kökenlere duyulan özlemi ve o büyük şöhret balonunun içindeki boğulma hissini yansıtıyor.

### [COFFEE BEAN]

* **Ana Tema:** Şöhretin insan ilişkileri ve aile üzerindeki tahrip edici etkisi.

* **Lirik Analizi:** Albümün kapanışı, şöhretin en ağır bedelini ödediği yere; yani özel hayata odaklanıyor. Aile üyelerinin, arkadaşlarının ve partnerinin bakış açısıyla; sahip olunan tüm o "para, araba, dövmeler" aslında birer "kötü haber" kaynağına dönüşüyor. Albüm, en samimi ve en kırılgan notasıyla son buluyor.

Travis Scott - "ASTROWORLD" Albüm Şarkı Sözleri (2018)

"STARGAZING"

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah)

Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit)

Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yah)

Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright)

I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah)

Then a storm came in and saved my life

Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up)

Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night

In the nighttime (Woo, yeah)

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Roll)

Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Oh no)

Niggas femalin', they excellin' (Yeah)

Are they intellin'? (What you tellin'?)

We propellin', up top with Ellen, uh (With the choppers)

Kill the jealous with propane repellent

Got me goin' crazy (It's lit)

On tour, we'll tell 'em, we brought the section (Gang)

They keep on callin' up, it's getting hectic (Brrt)

Like we projected

So we cut the plug, he's interjected (Got me goin' crazy)

Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah)

Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit)

Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yah)

Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright)

I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah)

Then the storm came in and saved my life

Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up)

Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night

In the nighttime (Woo, yeah)

Got me goin' crazy

Okay, I been up for some days, I ain't got time to lay

Just to drown out all these thoughts, I tried all kind of things

If I take you to my past you will be traumatized

Got a thousand kids outside that's tryna come alive

'99, took AstroWorld, it had to relocate

Told the dawgs I'd bring it back, it was a seal of faith

Before no car notes, baby girl, she played the tourist guide

Got the keys into my city, now she know the rides

Got new money, got new problems, got new enemies

When you make it to the top, that's the amenities

Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the league

And it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuries

I got 'em stage divin' out the nosebleeds

(Alright, alright, alright)

And she hit that booger sugar 'til her nose bleed

(Alright, alright, alright)

Bounce that shit forever, she on both knees

She was talkin' 'bout forever, got a whole week

(Alright, alright, alright)

Plus she know my baby mama is a trophy

She be throwing up them B's, feel like we both bleed

She keep my dick jumpin' up, feel like I'm Moby

I'm way too gold for this beef, feel like I'm Kobe, yeah

This right here is astronomical

I see you picked up all my ways, I feel responsible

They tryna say that all my problems is improbable

They keep itching at my spirit, I'm diabolical

Ya feel me?

☆☆☆☆☆

"CAROUSEL"

(feat. Frank Ocean)

[Big Tuck:]

What's crackin'?

You already know who it is

Ya boy, Big Tuck

Freight Train Tuck

Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?

I'm the dean of this here

I got this

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah, yeah

Parked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in, yeah (Yah)

Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement, uh (Alright)

Bustin' the lights out soon as we came in, yeah (It's lit)

What're they talkin' about, what's it pertainin' (Yeah, yeah)

Need me a therapist to ask if I'm aging (Yah)

This M-E-D, it feel caved in (Yah)

All of my demons invadin'

I live paranoid, hesitatin'

They bitin', they bitin', the cadence (Skrrt, skrrt)

Go out their way, it's okay (Skrrt, skrrt)

Just lock the doors at the basement (Skrrt, skrrt)

I got a gate with my face in it

[Frank Ocean:]

Brand new, brand new, this new place I got to

New world, new sky that's so blue it's black too

New growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrew

Blue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thru

Boy, you too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimal

Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible

Yeah

Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah

Mixing the water with 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 ('Pokes), uh

We did it, we said it, we spoke ('Poke), yeah

We put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh

This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo

[Frank Ocean (Travis Scott):]

Moving in silence don't mean it's movin' slow

Even though the speed got old

Sprinkling methamphetamines on the leaves like the snow

Bet they soak

I'm a new species, tail swings on the road

Come to reach and lose both

Got springs like a toad

Some for free in the tote

Saké drown like round white diamonds, carats (Yah)

Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (Alright)

Landing downwind, caught two wings (It's lit)

Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (Yah, yeah)

Better pray, better pray, two wings (Straight up)

[Frank Ocean:]

Brand new, brand new, this new place I got to

New world, new sky that's so blue it's black too

New growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrew

Blue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thru

Boy, you're too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimal

Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible

☆☆☆☆☆

"SICKO MODE"

(feat. Drake)

[Part I]

[Drake:]

Astro, yeah

Sun is down, freezin' cold

That's how we already know winter's here

My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt

That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else

I tried to show 'em, yeah

I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Goin' on you with the pick and roll

Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[Part II]

[Travis Scott (The Notorious B.I.G.):]

Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth

At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose

Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes

This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot

(Gimme the loot!)

Was off the Remy, had a Papoose

Had to hit my old town to duck the news

Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves

Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice

Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits

And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[Big Hawk (Swae Lee):]

Some—some—some, someone said

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)

To win the retreat, we all in too deep

Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

[Travis Scott (Uncle Luke):]

Yeah, this shit way too formal, y'all know I don’t follow suit

Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

All of these hoes I made off records I produced

I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

Hit my esés, I need the bootch

'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"

In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke

(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)

Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh

She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"

We ain't even make it to the room

She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool

Now I got her open, it's just the Goose

Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)

[Travis Scott (Uncle Luke):]

[Travis Scott (Swae Lee) {Big Hawk}:]

(Someone said)

Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

(Someone said)

{Play-Playin' for keeps}

(Someone said, motherfucker - someone said)

{Don't play us for weak}

[Part III]

[Travis Scott (Drake) {Lil Juice}:]

Yeah!

(Astro, yeah, yeah)

{Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up}

(Ayy, ayy)

[Drake (Travis Scott):]

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands

I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah

Like a light, ayy, yeah

[Drake (Travis Scott):]

Like a light, ayy

Slept through the flight, ayy

Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man

This shit got double bedroom, man

I still got scores to settle, man

I crept down the block (down the block)

Made a right (yeah, right)

Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)

Niggas think it's sweet, (nah, never) it's on sight (yeah, what?)

Nothin' nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)

Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)

That's what I like, (yeah) that's what we like (yeah)

Lost my respect, you not a threat

When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)

See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I'm Book (ayy)

Wet like I'm Lizzie

I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)

Like where is he? (yeah, what?)

No one seen him (yeah, yeah)

I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)

She's in love with who I am

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance

Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)

I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

Had me out like a light (like a light)

Like a light (like a light)

Like a light

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly

Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah

He said, "Keep that on lock"

I say, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah

It's absolute, yeah (yeah) I'm back, reboot (it's lit!)

LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)

We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah

Shorty in the back

She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)

Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah

'Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah

Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)

Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook

Yeah

☆☆☆☆☆

"R.I.P. SCREW"

(feat. Swae Lee)

[Swae Lee (DJ Screw) {Travis Scott}:]

(Ya know? Southside)

{Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly (Yeah)}

I'm gonna let you know the move

I'm gonna take you on a cruise

I'm gonna take you home and screw

(Southside)

[Swae Lee (DJ Screw):]

And that's all I've been sayin' (Southside)

If you fall for the games then you're the one playin'

Because it's too much money out here

And there's too many honeys out here

Feel like I tripped off the drank, that's weird

[Travis Scott:]

Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly

Oh my God, I just can feel the love

Droptop with the windows up

Jump inside, oh, won't you roll with us?

Make the devil bite the angel dust

Shawty got a thing for us

Shawty what you want

Tell me what you like

Tell me what you want

Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly, yeah

I just took a four to the head like "man"

Drop the top on the slab like "man"

Off the top of the dome like "man"

Nothin' beatin' home like "man"

In the Screw tape zone like "man"

I go Pimp C on the phone like "man"

Flip say platinum, don't do chrome like "man"

Had the Southside fade, now let the braids hang

This shit S.U.C. smooth like "man"

Rest in peace Screw like "man"

Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly

Oh my God, I just can feel the love

Drop top with the windows up

Screw found international sound because—

Throughout the South, and it's new to, um

Shawty got a thing for us

☆☆☆☆☆

"STOP TRYING TO BE GOD"

(feat. Stevie Wonder, Kid Cudi, James Blake)

This is the real action: the pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones

All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite

[Kid Cudi (Philip Bailey):]

Hmm-hmm

(Just know what this about)

Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm

(Palm trees, oceans, fresh air, that can break your heart)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)

[Travis Scott:]

Ride for it every night

Visions and these angles tight

Truth be told, I never try

Diamonds are the wife of life

All three Rollies look alike

After two you get a hook-up price

Stripper never worked a nine-to-five

Delta and I ship it overnight

Stop tryna be God Almighty

Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah

It's never love, no matter what you try

Still can see it comin' down your eyes

'Cause they did not create commandments (Ooh-ooh)

When you hustle, always make it fancy (Ooh-ooh)

The signal's far from what you can be (Ooh-ooh)

'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey:]

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)

[Travis Scott:]

Stop tryna play God Almighty

Always keep your circle tight

I been wantin' shit my whole life

I'm warning you, best not try to play God tonight

If I love her, I'ma pass on her

First rule of war, you find an act on her

You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her

But never turn your back on her

'Cause they did not create commandments

When you hustle, always make it fancy

The signal's far from what you can be

'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You won't succeed tryna learn me

Stick to the roads in my journey

Stay out of court when you got the attorney

She say she love but want to really burn me

[Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey:]

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)

Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)

Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)

[James Blake:]

Is it the complex of the saint

That's keepin' you so, so, so still, still?

Is it a coat of old paint

That's peelin' every day against our will?

Is it too long since the last

Open conversation you had? Oh, no

And did you see the void in the past?

And can you ever see it comin' back?

Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?

[James Blake, Kid Cudi (Stevie Wonder):]

Woah-oh-oh

(That it?)

☆☆☆☆☆

"NO BYSTANDERS"

(feat. Sheck Wes, Juice WRLD)

[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah

I'm tryna get revenge

You'll be all out of love in the end

[Travis Scott:]

Spent ten hours on this flight, man

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans

Can't believe whatever I'm seein'

And they know whenever I land

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah

I'm tryna get revenge

You'll be all out of love in the end

[Travis Scott:]

Bicentennial man, put the city on slam

She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams

And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance

Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose

I don't set picks, I just shoot

Chopped and get screwed

I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs

Put it on God, He the one that put me on top

Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps

Devil got the move on the drop

Niggas tryna move on the Scott

Can't move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep

Gotta act a fool with the squad

Next city, no sleep, back to the 713

Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man)

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein')

And they know whenever I land (I land)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Travis Scott:]

Heartbreak hotel

Bet you can't take no L's

Plug like AOL

Who say that I ain't gon' sell?

Hand me the H, I'll sell

She said, "I got a nigga"

I said, "I ain't gon' tell"

Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale

I'm sick of the drink (The drink, yeah)

The flippin' of paint (The paint, yeah)

Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah)

Whippin' the tank (The tank, yeah)

My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah)

Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah)

Got your bitch on a plane

Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man)

Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein')

And they know whenever I land (I land)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

[Juice WRLD:]

The party never ends

[Travis Scott:]

Family function, ain't no friends, had a line around my ends

Turned 'em into M's, why you tryna make amends?

What's that smell? It's heaven's scent

And, like I jump straight out the wind

Dodgin' hell and sins, I can't go back there again

Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized, take the one, feel vilified

You can't see my sons, like the light don't hit they side

In the function, and I'm fried, it's a strive, it's not a drive

When they open wide, it's a riot, riot

[Sheck Wes:]

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up

They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!

Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)

☆☆☆☆☆

"SKELETONS"

(feat. The Weeknd, Pharrell Williams, Kevin Parker)

[Travis Scott, Kevin Parker (Pharrell Williams) {The Weeknd}:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah), ooh

Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed (Yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Louder (Louder)

Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher {Uhh, yeah}

[Pharrell Williams:]

It's like standing in the ocean

[Travis Scott & The Weeknd (Pharrell Williams):]

We just rocked Coachella, I gave her half of the check

It was good sex, honorable mention to the neck

(Just let this wash on me)

Didn't pass the loud, that was out of respect

Afterwards, pass the towel, I was out of Kleenex

If you take your girl out, do you expect sex?

If she take her titties out, do you expect checks?

First visit, I gave her a pearl necklace

(Just let this wash on me)

Next visit, I'ma need your girl naked

Took a church visit, you know, 'cause the world hectic

[The Weeknd (Pharrell Williams):]

Like floating, if I can't be in time

I don't know, I don't know (Wash on me, wash on me, yeah)

In the ocean, if I can't be loved

I don't know a sound

That's right

[Pharrell Williams (Travis Scott) Kevin Parker {The Weeknd}:]

Standing in the ocean (Standing in the ocean)

Just let this wash on me {Ooh}

Bad memories like waves

Echoing {Echoing}, echoing

Standing in the ocean

(Oh, baby)

Standing in the ocean

{Feels like slow motion, we're floating at the speed}

☆☆☆☆☆

"WAKE UP"

(feat. The Weeknd)

[The Weeknd:]

I don't wanna wake up

I want you spread out on the sheets

Said pussy so good

Uh, pussy so sweet, oh

I don't wanna wake up

I want it flowin' through my streams

Gettin' me hot

Under my feet

I don't wanna wake up

[Travis Scott:]

Please don't wake me up, I feel it creepin' (Yeah)

Controllin' how you movin', lucid dreamin' (Dreams)

Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah

Took the beltway down to your hood (It's lit)

Say you was in the crowd, I never looked

Lookin' back how things came back around, guess I was hooked

Burn the bread and then we burn the town, we both was cooked, yeah

Nah, nah, please don't wake me up, feel like I'm dreamin'

Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamen

I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend (Yeah)

That's my Coco, I'm her Ice-T (Coco, yeah, yeah)

Bend her over for some pipin' (It's lit)

Bust a cloud, shoot the lightnin' (Pop it)

Pop it now, no, we can't sleep (Sleep)

I don't wanna wake up (Yeah)

Want you spread out on the sheets (It's lit)

Say, pussy so good (Pop it)

Oh, pussy so sweet (Yeah)

When I wake up (Yeah, yeah)

Want a drop top on the beach (Straight up)

Gettin' me hot, yeah (Yeah)

Under my feet

When I wake up

[The Weeknd:]

You decide if I live or die

When you're close, I'm alive, I can feel the sky

I just want your body close to me, oh

And if I O.D., I'll be alone with no heartbeat

I hope they kill us with a ghost in the Lambo'

And the doors goin' up, suicide

I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)

I want you spread out on the sheets (Want you spread out on the sheets)

'Cause that pussy so good (Pussy so good), yeah

Girl, that pussy so sweet (So sweet)

I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)

I want it flowin' through my streams (Want it flowin' through my streams)

Ha, gettin' me hot (Gettin' me hot)

Oh, under my feet (My feet)

I don't wanna wake up (Yeah)

☆☆☆☆☆

"5% TINT"

Who's that creeping through my window?

'Fore you come outside, I got the M4

Took her to the endzone from the Enzo

Know I love to smoke, you love the liq more

Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?

All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for, mm

Who that creepin'? Know the tint is dark (Five percent)

All that fall-in-love shit, gotta Kevin Hart (Yeah, yeah)

All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)

All that cop harass shit, I might clip a sarge, yeah (12)

Keep bouncin' that ass, you just might get award, yeah

If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (Passes, yeah)

I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet

Opps outside, don't panic, gotta switch, gotta change up transit

Still jump around, move antsy, and I still don't like shit fancy

Up late feelin' real chancy, they outside really tryna end me, yeah

Who's that creeping through my window? (My window)

'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)

Took her to the endzone from the Enzo (Yah)

Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (Yah-yah)

Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (Yah-ah)

All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for (Ya-ah)

Who the fuck is this?

Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP, while I'm tryna tip

Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip

Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit

She like, iced out wrists, iced out-iced out wrists (Iced out wrists)

Fuck don't kiss, fuck, she fuck don't kiss (Mwah)

Look like friends but she say they twins (Twins)

Jump right in, there's legroom in this Benz (Legroom in this Benz)

Ten miles to the crib, you know that's deep (Deep, yeah)

I think it's someone out there watching me, yeah

Who's that creeping through my window? (My window, who?)

'Fore you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)

Took her to the endzone from the Enzo (Yah, yeah!)

Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (Lick! Yah-yah)

Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (Yah-ah, Jack!)

All that out-your-name shit, that ain't called for (Ya-ah)

Who's that creeping through my window?

'Fore you come outside, I got the M4

Took her to the endzone from the Enzo

Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

☆☆☆☆☆

"NC-17"

(feat. 21 Savage)

[Travis Scott:]

Woo

Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (Woo)

Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (Serve, yeah)

Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (Wet)

Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it (It's lit)

If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (Ice)

Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (Nah)

Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (Ooh)

Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin' (Vibe)

Don't do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (Swing)

Shawty got the K, don't entertain threats (Pew, pew)

Shawty came my way, she brought the same sex (Same)

Bust it down, she talkin' body language (It's lit)

Eatin' that punane, got my bangs wet (Eat it up)

We gon' have to change for the banquet (Drippin')

Solo with Mulsanne, it's not the same specs (Skrrt, skrrt)

Pull up, left with somethin' I ain't came with (Alright)

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Ice, froze, glow

Get, glow, get, glow (Yeah, yeah)

[21 Savage {Travis Scott}:]

Three main bitches thinkin' they my main bitch (21, 21)

Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with (Straight up, straight up)

Don't you come outside, we on that gang shit (Straight up, straight up)

Had to switch my T-shirt 'cause she stained it (On God)

Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)

Fuckin' 'round with Travis, you get crossed out (Crossed out)

He used to be on, that nigga off now (He off now)

I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dawgs now (Straight up, straight up)

Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)

If it's 'bout my bae or 'bout some smoke, I'm on my way (Skrrt, skrrt)

Your bitch gave the Kid Cudi, but I'm not signed to 'Ye (On God)

I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is "Babyface" (21) {Woo}

[Travis Scott:]

Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (Woo)

Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (Serve, yeah)

Hangin' with the gang, you get your fangs wet (Wet)

Wanna kick with the gang? You gotta bang it (It's lit)

If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (Ice)

Holes in the wall, I cannot hang it (Nah)

Pour different colors, sippin', tainted (Ooh)

Woah, think the vibe just start vibratin' (Vibe)

☆☆☆☆☆

"ASTROTHUNDER"

High off life, yeah

Seem like the life I fiend

Seem like the life I fiend's a little distant, yeah

Seems like the life I need, yeah

Seems like the life I need's a little distant, yeah

Light the remedy, yeah

Sit back while I ride the beat, do it on repeat, repeat

Sins controlling me, yeah

Angels, halos over me, I need blessings and my peace

You been out the streets, yeah

Wildin' on me and all my Gs, we been going for a week

Now you wanna peek, yeah

Hands up, why they tryna reach? I can't even get that deep

Told you I don't teach (Yeah)

Practice, oh, no, never preach

Infiltrate the enemy, move in on them randomly

Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah

Yeah

Feels like the life I need, yeah

Feels like the life I need's a little distant, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

☆☆☆☆☆

"YOSEMITE"

(feat. NAV, Gunna)

[Gunna {Travis Scott}:]

Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes

Hop off a jet, barely get rest

Cash through the month, I get a check (Check)

Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest (Drip)

Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess

I eat her flesh, you know the rest

Count up a hun', cop a Rolex (Checks)

Shine like the sun, you truly blessed (Shine)

Two-tone Patek {Mmm-mmm-mmm}

In the Clearport like I Uber these jets (Jets)

VVS's on me, got my Gucci shirt wet

Put an M in my bag {Mmm}, gon' get used to these racks (Used)

I went to school where they teach you finesse {Mmm}

Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ('Vest) {Mmm}

I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk {Mmm-mmm-mmm}

Know the coupe fast (Yeah), when it end with an "S"

[Travis Scott:]

Now that I'm home, back off the road

We shut it down where it ain't so

With checks in the streets, Jay number 4's

Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes

Take it with me, double your dose

Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul

Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows

Said I'll be there in ten, but I got there in four

I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold

Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm

I left her wide open, no self control ('Trol, 'trol, 'trol)

Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm

Took nothin' but five minutes, she hopped in and drove

Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm

[Gunna {Travis Scott}:]

Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes {Yeah}

Hop off a jet, barely get rest

Cash through the month, I get a check (Check)

Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest (Drip)

Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess

I eat her flesh, you know the rest

Count up a hun', cop a Rolex (Checks)

Shine like the sun, you truly blessed (Shine, yeah)

[Travis Scott:]

Two-tone Pateks (Mmm-mmm-mmm)

In the Clearport like I Uber the jets (Jets)

VVS's on me, got my Louis shirt wet

It's an M in my bag (Mmm), gon' get used to these racks (Used)

[Gunna {Travis Scott}:]

I went to school where they teach you finesse {Mmm}

Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ('Vest) {Mmm}

I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk {Mmm-mmm-mmm}

Know the coupe fast (Yeah), when it end with an "S"

[NAV:]

La Flame on an island, me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet

Got Pradas every color and I got CC's you ain't seen yet

Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm askin', "Where the codeine at?"

Thirty pointers and up, Eliantte, drippin', my whole team wet

☆☆☆☆☆

"CAN'T SAY"

(feat. Don Toliver)

[Travis Scott (Don Toliver):]

No, you can't say if I'm mad or not

Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol

Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out

What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on?

I had to burn, I left "skrrt" marks, I had to dip (I had to)

Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12)

I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)

You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

[Travis Scott:]

You gotta watch out where you rock 'cause shit get real

Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel

Gotta take a long drive up the hill

Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals

I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft

Chicago baby, she just wanna drill

The vibe's too wavy, it's too hard to kill

Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real

[Don Toliver (Fat Pat):]

Uh-huh, yeah

(Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left)

Oh, yeah

(Po—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip)

Oh my

[Don Toliver:]

You can't say if I'm mad or nah

Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol

And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out

What would you do if you heard I got it burnin' out?

I let it burn, "skrrt" that mark, I had to dip (I had to)

Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Gotta watch for 12)

I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)

You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes I'm all in

Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'

You know I hit in the mornin', oh, yeah, she yawnin'

I met you in the club, bitch, you know this shit mean nothin'

Oh, didn't I hit your cousin? Mmm, no, no discussion

Sippin' on lean, no Robitussin, oh, yeah, I know you love me

I beat it, ain't no cuddlin', you down bad, you sufferin'

I don't give a fuck how hard it get, that lil' bitch know I started this

Uh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layup

Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut

Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher

You already know how I bust her, slang my chop from Russia

[Fat Pat:]

Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk, dip, dip, dip, dip

Swang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left

Pop, pop my trunk, dip

[Travis Scott:]

No, you can't say if I'm mad or not

Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol

Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off

I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out

What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on?

I had to burn, I left "skrrt" marks, I had to dip

Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed

I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim

You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film

☆☆☆☆☆

"WHO? WHAT!"

(feat. Quavo, Takeoff)

[Travis Scott:]

Know what I'm sayin', know what I'm sayin'?

Know what I'm sayin'?

[Travis Scott {Quavo}:]

Heard they talkin' shit 'bout I

Who, what, when and why? {Who?}

I'm alive, just took one to revive {Yup}

Keep that vibe when we show up and collide {'Llide}, yeah

Me and the guys move just like the F-O-I (Ooh)

In the Hills, but still keep them ghetto ties {Hills}, yeah

Was talkin' Frenchy's, but she thinkin' Ocean Prime (Prime) {yeah}

Know she keep an open mouth and open mind (Ahh) {yeah}

I don't open up her door, she open mine (Swang)

I need less stress and I need more thighs, yes (Skrrt, skrrt)

We on the jet quest, mobbin' with the tribe, yes (Skrrt, skrrt)

In the headrest, one of 25, yes (Skrr, skrr)

Ain't seen the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah (Yeah)

One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I slide (Slide)

Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side {Eat it up}

Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide {Nope}

When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried

[Travis Scott (Quavo):]

I picked my favorite dancer out then pay her rent (Cash, cash)

At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick, we got the Grinch (Bad, bad)

I smack that ass she threw it back in self defense (Yeah)

We took the crib, flood the backyard like it's the beach (Drip, drip)

We did some things out on the ways that we can't speak

All I know it was "Mo Bamba" on repeat (Cash)

I don't think these things I took is helpin' me (Oh yeah)

I could bar up some more

Had to gather the foes

Had to count up the Os (Big bag)

Had to summon the hoes (Hey)

Dodgin' federal, 12

I rolled through the light (Skrrt, skrrt)

Rollin' the dice (Hey)

Rock all my ice (All ice)

Poppin' that coochie (Coochie, coochie)

This down and groovy (Ooh)

To get down, get groovy (Groovy)

That bitch brown and choosey (Hey!)

Shawty (Shawty), in a supersonic (Yo')

Brand new LaFerrari, woo, my bitch ride iconic

[Travis Scott:]

(Yeah, yeah)

One, two, three, four, five

That's the countdown 'til I slide ('Til I slide)

Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (On my side)

Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (Acres wi—)

When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried (Get fried)

[Quavo:]

Was born in the movie (Movie)

Never make excuses (No)

It was time to move it (Time to move)

It was God and the Uzi (God and the Uzi)

We were trained to use it (Hey)

They were trained to use it (Trained)

Shoot you like Cupid (Shoot)

Hit your medulla, yeah

[Takeoff (Quavo):]

Shoot at, shoot at intruders (Yeah, pew-pew-pew)

Then shoot your producer (Yeah)

Then she fuck the gang, get banged

And fuck on the group, she a groupie (Yeah)

Love her when she choosin', hmm (Yeah)

Big bankroll it's soothin', hmm (Yeah)

Pull up with sticks in a Sprinter bus

I make 'em cuddle up, this not a movie

[Travis Scott:]

(Yeah, yeah)

One, two, three, four, five

That's the countdown 'til I slide ('Til I slide)

Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my side (On my side)

Ain't no fence just a hundred acres wide (Acres wi—)

When shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried (Get fried)

☆☆☆☆☆

"BUTTERFLY EFFECT"

All the commas

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

Ooh, hmm

For this life, I cannot change (Change)

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main)

M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)

Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)

For this life, I cannot change (Change)

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Hills, main)

M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)

Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)

Drop the top, play hide and seek (Yeah)

Jump inside, jump straight to the league (League)

Take a sip, feel just how I be (It's lit)

On Freeway, but no, ain't nothin' free (Straight up)

Bend laws, bend lanes (Skrrt, skrrt)

Been bustin' bills, but still, ain't nothin' change (Skrrt, skrrt)

You in the mob soon as you rock the chain (Mob)

She caught the waves, just thumbin' through my braids (Alright)

Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up (It's lit)

Need your love, not a need, it is a must (Yeah)

Feelin' stuck, you know how to keep me up (Yeah, yeah)

Icy love, icy like a hockey puck (Alright)

For this life, I cannot change (Change)

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main)

M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)

Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)

For this life, I cannot change

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Yeah, yeah)

M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane)

Drop the top, pop it, let it bang

All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle (Yeah)

All the dawgs, all the dawgs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (It's lit)

Yeah, never go, never go dip on the set, stayed Santana

Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern (It's lit, alright)

Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dawgs down to Atlanta

Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low, yeah, I might be

Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I'm movin' high speed

Yeah, if I send one, need to text back 'cause you know what I need (Straight up)

Oh, please (Oh, please), oh, me (Oh, me), oh, my (Oh, my)

We been movin', we been movin' for some time (Alright)

Flexin', flexin', try to exercise

Exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise, yeah, yeah)

For this life, I cannot change (Change, change)

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main, main)

M&M's, sweet like candy cane (M&M's, cane, cane)

Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Top, pop it, pop it)

For this life, I cannot change

Hidden Hills, deep off in the main

M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane)

Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Bang, yeah)

☆☆☆☆☆

"HOUSTONFORNICATION"

Mhm

I might need me some ventilation

A little vacation, Houstonfornication

Mind redefine new renovations

Space coupe back out of the space station

Float around town, do that on the daily

How I'm supposed to feel safe? 12 live adjacent (12)

Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (Yah)

Yeah, spendin' all my time up there gettin' faded (It's lit)

Yeah, handin' out the E! to the Entertainment (Alright)

Yeah, you know on this side it's poppin' and it's dangerous (Pop it, pop it)

Ridin' through the clouds we goin' through the vapors (Phew, phew)

I'm just tryna get the paper, stayin' out the papers (Schwing, schwing)

It ain't easily done, it ain't easy (Yeah)

Pop a seal like it's Chris, make it look Breezy (It's lit)

Wedding bands on my fist, shit is freezing (Straight up)

Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me (Cash)

I just want the peace, it's still Lambo' over Mercedes, yuh (Skrrt, skrrt)

Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (My baby)

Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo' mama (Yeah)

Had some real conversations with my nigga Bill about Congress, yeah (Straight up)

We at the fest, come and link, per-request, yeah (Alright)

Send the pin, drop it in, GPS, yah (Yeah)

Seein' flashes, oh, no-no, that's my neck, yah (It's lit)

I've been livin' paranoid, watch yo' step, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man

We always forgive but don't forget easily (Oh, no)

Cut my phone off so they can never reach me

Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (Yeah)

I might need me some ventilation

A little vacation, Houstonfornication

Mind redefine new renovations

Space coupe back out of the space station

If it rise on the East, land on the West

We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check

Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash

Yeah, nobody can press me but the press, uh

Nobody can check me when it's chess, uh (Ah, nah, for real)

They comin' at my neck like Gillette, uh (Gillette)

I'm hard to catch, that's the butterfly effect, yeah

I've been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh

Took the girl off the network then up the net, uh

Iced out watches for the gang, Patek the set

Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah

Just keep droppin' them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah

We ain't gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah

All my dogs in my will, they gon' ride through to the death, yeah

Elevator up the hill we ain't never take the steps, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man

We always forgive, but don't forget easily (Oh, no)

Cut my phone off so they can never reach me

Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (Yeah)

I might need me some ventilation

A little vacation, Houstonfornication

Mind redefine new renovations

Space coupe back out of the space station

If it rise on the East, land on the West

We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check

Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash

☆☆☆☆☆

"COFFEE BEAN"

(This is all)

This is all

Bad-bad news

I'm just bad, bad news

Good thing, the two

Bonnie and Clyde, the money and who?

It's bad news

Bad, bad for you

But I'm back on the coffee bean (Bean)

Anything in between, yeah (This is all, this is all)

Back of the coffee line

Back, back, back in the bathroom line (This is all)

How would you feel if I had you? (This is all)

Trust me, you would be mad too (This is all)

Shawty, we can be mad cool

Just hit me if anything past due

Your family told you I'm a bad move (This is all)

Plus, I'm already a black dude

Leavin' the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed

If only a nigga just had sense

Speaking in past tense (This is all)

It's been a week and a half since

We ain't been speaking and that meant

You feeling free in my absence

I've been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah

(This is all, this is all)

Back of the coffee line

Back, back, yeah, back in the bathroom line (This is)

I know they told you I'd be bad for you (This is all)

Don't worry, I'll be back for you

All the money and cars, stripper hoes and the tattoos

Bad news

Back off a coffee bean, reflecting on all you see

(This is all, this is all)

Stressing over award shows

She's stressin' over her wardrobe (This is all)

Bought the mansion on foreclose (This is all)

No matter how many tickets your tour sold

You feel this deep in your torso

Feel like someone's readin' your horoscope (Ooh)

Some shit only me and the Lord knows (Ooh)

SOS is for those who hear this in Morse code (Ooh)

Too many doors closed, cul-de-sacs and fork roads (Ooh)

Still ended up at the North Pole

This is where remorse goes (This is all)

This shit'll have you in divorce court (Ooh)

Fighting over your seeds

Fighting over your deeds, sliding over your keys (Ooh)

Alimony and fees (Ooh)

As your lawyer proceeds (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

To give out bad news

I'm just bad, bad news

Good thing, the two

Bonnie and Clyde, the money and who?

It's bad news

Bad, bad for you

But I'm back on the coffee bean anything in between

(This is all, this is all)

Back of the coffee line

Back, back, back in the bathroom line, yeah (This is all)