[Intro: Travis Scott]2am howlin' outsideLookin' but I cannot findDon't you fall asleep this timeI been on a long way driveOnly you can stand my mindOnly you can fix insideSo if I make it out tonightLet's make it a badass time[Verse 1: Travis Scott]Okay, I got it, copy20 20, but I can't see nobodyOne eye open, IlluminatiThis might be the verse that make 'em drop meAin't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbiesNo, that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobbyCall up 50, tell 'em load up the lobbyElevator up, no need to find meYeah, yeahX-ray vision, see through you niggasNewspaper stand, we press the issueWe ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missilesRight up at your hood up northCheckin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mentalFuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentalsCookin' on a tune, I been cheffin' up instrumentalsNothin' else to do when you're ridin' in theWhen you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seatDriver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meetGotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at meAll black in a Benz when I pull up on you[Hook: Travis Scott]They don't want to see me in the ends, in the endsLet me catch you creeping here past 10, in the endsMy choppa check-a-hoe like IndianOh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah[Verse 2: André 3000]Eh, to them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughterI guess it's all survival but please be carefulI gave up on the Bible long time agoI hope it ain't give up on me, I don't knowI came up in the town, they were murderin' kidsAnd dumped them in the creek up from where I liveBodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled aroundWe runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' aroundKiller would show up with boxes of pizzaAnd said he had a label recruitin' peoplePut that on my grandma and everythin'My homie said he told 'em his name was WayneIt could've been me or could've been you tooWhat a memory in me, needing to loseWhat's gon' patch up my inner tubeSo I could pop a wheelie and walk it too[Outro: Travis Scott]Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro nowIn the ends, I'mma kick your door downOh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' nowOh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya
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[Intro: Travis Scott]
2am 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
No, that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby
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
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles
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 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
Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet
Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on you
[Hook: Travis Scott]
They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends
Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
My choppa check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Eh, to them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter
I guess it's all survival but please be careful
I gave up on the Bible long time ago
I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know
I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids
And dumped them in the creek up from where I live
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around
We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza
And said he had a label recruitin' people
Put that on my grandma and everythin'
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me or could've been you too
What a memory in me, needing to lose
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
In the ends, I'mma kick your door down
Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now
Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya
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