way back

Travis Scott

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    Woah, yeah boy
    Woah, yeah boy
    Woah, yeah boy
    Don't wet no more

    I need fake niggas to get way back
    James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
    Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back

    (Wooo)
    I can't get no rest (we in the house)
    I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
    Stashin' all the pills in my desk (rack)
    Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house) (come on)
    I can't get no rest (come on)
    I ride around with a Tec (champ)
    Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ)
    Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em)

    Woah, wait
    It's summer time, why they tryna throw shade?
    All these wins I can never gold state (yeah)
    UFC I'm tapping to my old ways (alright)
    I'm addressing shit like I'm on Waze
    Showed ya love, ain't show it back in OK
    Like the girl, that she go both ways
    Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
    Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah)
    Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay
    I be (yeah) makin' mils, made it to a hobby (it's lit!)
    Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
    You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
    I'm so loaded off the pills, so don't ever try me
    So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean

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    I need fake niggas to get way back (way back)
    James Harden with the range on me nigga way back
    Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back

    Whew
    I can't get no rest (we in the house)
    I fall asleep with a Tec (rack)
    If I take a sip, take the rest (rack)
    Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house)
    I can't get no rest (come on)
    I ride around with a Tec (champ)
    Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ)
    Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em)
    (We in the house)

    Look boy, boy don't believe what's on your TV
    Look boy, don't you sit close to your TV
    Look boy, seeing is believing
    Look boy, look boy (yeah)

    Would it be unlawful (yeah)
    To spend a honeymoon in a brothel
    And share pics from the camera
    But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal
    I'm down in the Meadows
    Slidin' down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto
    Need my Rio de Janeiro
    And I'm swimmin' out that bitch
    Michael Phelps with the medals
    So visit me (yeah)

    I just built a castle deep (yeah yeah)
    In them trees (yeah)
    That's how I get them backwoods free (yeah yeah)
    This right here some savagery (yeah yeah)
    Bend it back from me (yeah yeah)

    Way, way back for me (yeah yeah)
    Way, way back for me
    Way, way back for me
    Way, way back for me
    Way, way back for me

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    Composición: Dean Michael George, Kid Cudi, Chauncey A Hollis, Big C N O T E, Magnus Hoiberg, Ink New, Roget Chahayed, Jacques Berman Webster y Kasseem Dean

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