Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight Album

Artist(s): Travis Scott

Cover Art

Travis Scott Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight Cover Art

Tracklist

the ends

length: 3:22
producer: Evian Christ, Daxz and Vinylz
guest: André 3000
co-producer: OZ and WondaGurl
writer: Travis Scott, André Benjamin, Jahmar Carter, WondaGurl, Vinylz

[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 her 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
Elevator up, no need to find me
Yeah, yeah
X-ray vision, see through you n*****
Newspaper stand, we press the issue
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles
Right up at your hood and load
Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental
f*****' out 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 n***** 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 creepin', yeah, if I was dead, in the ends
From the tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Today I'mma take a cheque and cancel left
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 intertube
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

way back

length: 4:33
producer: Cashmere Cat, Hit‐Boy and Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
additional producer: Rogét Chahayed and Mike Dean
guest: Kid Cudi and Swizz Beatz
writer: Travis Scott, Kid Cudi, Swizz Beatz, Hit‐Boy, Cashmere Cat, Starrah, Audio Push, Mike Dean, Rogét Chahayed, Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
[Intro: Kid Cudi]
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Don't wet no more
[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake n***** to get way back
James Harden with the range on me n**** 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)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
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 s*** like I'm on ways
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, n****, got that Coldplay
I be (yeah) makin' mils, made it to our hobbies (it's lit!)
Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobbies
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
[Hook: Travis Scott]
I need fake n***** to get way back (way back)
James Harden with the range on me n**** 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)

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Look 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)
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Would it be unlawful (yeah)
To spend a Sunday morning 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 b****
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

[Outro: Kid Cudi]
Woah-ohhh-ohhhh-woah

coordinate

length: 3:47
producer: TM88
additional producer: CuBeatz
guest: Blac Youngsta
writer: Travis Scott, Blac Youngsta, Strick, Bryan Simmons, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer
[Intro: Blac Youngsta]
Hey Travis Scott, h-h-hey Trav
You on the f*** up, n****
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
n****, one thing for sure
Two things for certain, n****
We gon' keep drinking this m************ lean, n****
And wearin' these m***********' rockstar jeans, n****
They want what a n**** can't stand
I don't know what they can't stand
I know why they mad, n****
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
But we don't give a f***
We gon' keep this big a** mac 11 on deck
If any f*** n**** get out of line
If any f*** n**** want do somethin' n**** we can do it n****
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'mma need some more, need some more, if I really wanna feel it
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Spend that money fast if I have to
Make that money back if I had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!)
Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Yeah, yeah)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Highway, dip in traffic
2 gears, automatic
Leave the strip club tragic
2 broads going at it (It's lit!)
Me and Jacques going brazy
Me and Chase going brazy (Straight up!)
Smashin' off your old lady (Yeah!)
Everythin' goin' crazy (Yeah!)
Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (It's lit!)
Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (Straight up!)
Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it
I'mma take her to the bird
[Hook: Travis Scott]
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Spend that money fast if I have to (Yeah!)
Make that money back if I had you (It's lit!)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!)
Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah (Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya
Outchea goin' hard for ya
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya
You've been goin' hard for ya
You might fear my ideas
When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (It's lit!)
When I run a fire drill, you're right here
Everytime we drop by, we drop chills (Straight up!)
Tryna tell ya
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
Outchea goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)
You've been goin' hard for ya (Yeah, yeah)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'mma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Spend that money fast if I have to
Make that money back if I had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

through the late night

length: 4:47
producer: Cardo
additional producer: CuBeatz
guest: Kid Cudi
writer: Travis Scott, Kid Cudi, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Oladipo Omishore, Cardo
[Intro: Kid Cudi]
Mmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Then we...

[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Blimp's soarin', how the hell did I get in this s***e?
Four in the mornin', how did I get in this place?
Oh it don't matter, got smoke, drink, and I'm runnin' this s***e
Done contemplatin', I'ma take it in and groove in this case
N, N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
N, N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, then we gon' play, gon' play, gon' until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play
Then we'll sleep all through the day
And do it again
[Hook: Kid Cudi & Travis Scott]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Day and night, I toss and turn
I keep stressin' my mind, mind
I seek the peace, sometimes I can't restrain
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play
Balance, find your balance
God said it's my talent
Sprinkle a little season on the salad
Relieve my heart of malice, hit my palace
Stroke my cactus, oh, don't wait
Don't play)
Play no games like the NBA
Throwin' checks like the NBA
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin' shots like the NRA
Ahh, she jammin' Travis and Kid Cudi
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B
Ah, shawty, on the scene, pull up on the scene
Sip my tea, he don't Hennessy
Aw save all, take it right
Aw take it all, never light
Aw, had a ball, had a night
Aw, after all, sleep good
[Hook: Kid Cudi]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S'il vous plaît , don't you hate, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

beibs in the trap

length: 3:34
producer: NAV
guest: NAV
writer: Travis Scott, NAV
[Intro: NAV]
That coca

[Hook: NAV]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white b**** snorting up snow
Say she want real n***** in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
b**** close the door, there's s*** on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'mma get more
Yeah I'mma get more
b**** close the door, there's s*** on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'mma get more
Yeah I'mma get more

[Verse 1: NAV]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Got a white b**** sniffin' on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
b**** looking for a phone, I ain't seen it
Told Frost bring the water, no Fiji
Free Stix, I'm poured up and I'm leanin'
I got a couple p**** n***** in their feelings
'Cause their main b**** wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She f***** all my bros, she's snorting the snow (that coca)
Now she's touching her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon' get locked for sure
She said she want more
f*** it, I'mma get more
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Nightmares, high life, sleepy, night night
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, Nice Guy
Help it, please
Beast, beast it
Bite me, ride me, strike me, indict me
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (yeah, yeah)
I'm lit like Nick, white b****, she thick
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
Crazy Girls got it popping, AOD got it popping
Tryna' text my accountant
Ain't no service in the mountains (straight up!)
Won't you come to the bottom?
Know you heard a lot about 'em (yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that, then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
[Hook: NAV]
I just poured a 8th in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white b**** rolling on snow
Say she want real n***** in the party
Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo
b**** close the door, the s*** on her nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'mma get more
Yeah I'mma get more
b**** close the door, there's s*** on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'mma get more
Yeah I'mma get more
Ooh

sdp interlude

length: 3:12
producer: Ricci Riera
guest: Cassie
writer: Travis Scott, Ricci Riera, Caroline Polachek, Ernest Greene, Cassie

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Cassie]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one

Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop...
One
Yeah, yeah
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one, yeah

[Verse 2: Cassie & Travis Scott (Harmonizing)]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Your mama never let you guys outside
She probably still beat your ass
Man, what the....
You a virgin!
You a virgin, huh?
Yo lil' small
Yo lil skinny ass can’t even take it
What you doin' with that weed?
Where you get that?
Huh? I'mma tell your mama

sweet sweet

length: 3:43
producer: Murda Beatz, CuBeatz and WondaGurl
co-producer: Mike Dean
writer: Travis Scott, Mike Dean, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Murda Beatz
[Refrain 1]
Cause you're sweet
Sak pasé?, Wah yah seh?
Runnin up, all this cake
Bag it up, then come right away
Cause you're sweet, what's your status?
Might hit your address, if I'm on them addys
Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (skrrt, skrrt)
I can't do no lacking (skrrt, skrrt)

[Hook]
Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
Yeah, yeah, straight up
Cause you're sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
Cause you're sweet

[Verse 1]
Like my time, like my juice (sweet, sweet)
We been downstairs in the basement with the moves (sweet, yah)
Shout my town, shout my troops
Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like Fruit Loops (yeah, it's lit!)
Come get a taste, come get a scoop
I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (hula hoops)
I done finally found a way to make the loot
Link up all my n***** and my Jews
Link up, link up, link up pour my syrup
Bad b****, yeah they link up (link up)
Go bezerk, go do some s*** you think of (yah, yah)
Lean, lean lean, all this lean, lean, lean
We might lean, lean lean
Smoke all my s***, stop it, start again (yah)
[Hook]
Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
Yeah, yeah, straight up
Cause you're sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
Cause you're sweet

[Hook 2]
Cause you're sweet
Sak pasé? Wah yah seh?
Runnin up, all this cake
Bag it up, then come right away

[Verse 2]
When I ask who bigger
Ain't tryna argue with ya
I'm tryna figure (straight up!)
Who you with, who your team?
What your side?
How you, how you, how you ride (how you ride?)
How you use me to survive (straight up!)
Yeah, cause we up, lit at five
At the crib goin' live, oh so live (yeah)
Eric keep the strippers, order V Live
Order wings, told em' hold the
[Hook]
Cause you're sweet like cocoa (it's lit)
But all you wanna do is the coco (yeah, yeah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go, yeah, yeah, (straight up)
Cause you're sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
Cause you're sweet

[Hook]
Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go, yeah, yeah, straight up
Cause you're sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
Cause you're sweet

outside

length: 2:57
producer: Murda Beatz and OZ
guest: 21 Savage
co-producer: Nisi
writer: Travis Scott, Mike Dean, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Murda Beatz, 21 Savage
[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my n***** outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah automatic
Yeah always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I'm at is static, but it ain't got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah balance on the beam, yeah
Do some s*** I've never seen
Won't you come out with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens

[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my n***** outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
We been hangin' outside, goin' in
Outside not goin' in
Pull up in a Lambo or just with the Benz
Checkin' out, never checkin' in
We been outside, not goin' in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin' on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin' on me
Cause just last week I rest in peace'd a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up?
Was it for the image or for the pictures?
You always seem to show up when I'm at the mixes
Cause you know I'm not myself when I'm off the liquor
Off the lean, it's always better off the lean
[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my n***** outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my n***** outside

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
21, 21, 21, 21
All my n***** outside, pillow talkin' sneak dissin'
Get a n**** jaw wired
Beat yo baby mama throat so long she say her jaw's tired
Young Savage get a n**** whacked cause I got mob ties, I'm a wise guy
All my n***** in the field
I'm draped in Avianne, I ain't got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin' s*** for real
10 bad b******, suckin d*** and eatin' pills
And I keep that Tommy n****, and I ain't talkin' Hil
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill
b****, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill
I'm a real n****, f*** n***** can't feel
Plus I get inside that bowl and skurt, skurt, skurt
Hit it from the back pull up her skirt
I just copped that Bentley truck I skurt, skurt, skurt
b****, I'm outside on the percs, percs, percs
[Hook: Travis Scott]
All my n***** outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my n***** outside

goosebumps

length: 4:04
producer: Young Exclusive and Cardo
additional producer: Mike Dean
guest: Kendrick Lamar
co-producer: CuBeatz
writer: Travis Scott, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Cardo, Kendrick Lamar, Brock Korsan, Yung Exclusive
[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah
7:30 in the night
Ooooh ooh
[Hook: Travis Scott]
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worry about those condoms
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
7-1-3 to the 2-8-1, yeah I'm riding
Why they on me? Why they on me?
I'm flyin', sippin' lowkey
I'm sipping lowkey in Onyx, rider, rider
When I'm pullin' up right beside ya
Popstar, lil' Mariah when I text a cute game
Wildness, throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took molly
She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies
We at the top floor, right there off the Henny
Oh no, I can't f*** with y'all
Yea, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong
Saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed, yea
They gon' pull up on you (brr, brr, brr)
Yea, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate
Yea, cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know
Oh, back the f*** up off me (brr, brr, brr)
[Hook: Travis Scott]
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worry about those condoms
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I want to press my like, yeah, I wanna press my
I want a green light, I wanna be like
I wanna press my line, yeah
I want to take that ride, yeah
I'm gonna press my lime
I wanna green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my
Mama, dear, spare your feelings
I'm reliving moments, peeling more residual
(I can) buy the building, burn the building, take your b****, rebuild the building just to f*** some more
(I can) justify my love for you and touch the sky for God to stop, debating war
Put the p**** on a pedestal
Put the p**** on a high horse
That p**** to die for
That p**** to die for
Peter, piper, picked a peppers
I could pick your brain and put your heart together
We depart the shady parts and party hard, the diamonds yours
The coupe forever
My best shots might shoot forever like (brr)
[Hook: Travis Scott]
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worry about those condoms
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time

first take

length: 5:14
producer: Sy Ari da Kid, TEAUXNY and Illa Jones
guest: Bryson Tiller
co-producer: Mel & Mus
writer: Travis Scott, Bryson Tiller, Billy Garcia, Travis Peterson, Mandell Strawter, Sy Ari da Kid, Melvin Hough II, Rivelino Wouter
[Hook: Travis Scott]
Don't like what I saw
This life without yours
Despite I was lost
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play its course
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, first take
You ain't on time, you were late
When you around me, you're safe (lit!)
You can't go around, f*** the heresay
I know that look on your face
You think you winnin' a race
You think all I do is play (yeah!)
I didn't put you in your place
Then why you still here in my place?
Yeah, thought so
Yeah, and also
You think too much, we all know
You think too much, we all know
I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals (yeah!)
You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (straight up!)
I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford it
Cause I know...

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Don't like what I saw
This life without yours
Despite I was lost
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play its course
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
(Yeah!)
This love won't grow 'less we find growth
White on your nose, girl, won't you come over?
Let's both find hoes
Let's f*** them both
But you think too hard, we all know
You think too hard, we all know
So say nothin', nothin'
Cause you think too hard, we all know
Yeah, you know I'd rather lead it than follow
You and me, mano y mano, baby
Cause I know, I know
[Hook: Travis Scott (Bryson Tiller)]
Don't like what I saw (yeah)
This life without yours (yeah, yeah)
Despite I was lost (ayy)
Despite you got flaws (ayy)
Just let our love play its course (ohhh)
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
(All is yours)
All the signs I ignored (uh, huh)
I play love like a sport
(Like a sport, no, yeah)

[Verse 3: Bryson Tiller]
Okay, lil mama I still ain't heard from lil mama
We go back to Angliana
When you was studying in college
But I called you and brought you
Out to Santa Monica
Believed in you, I was your sponsor
I got love for you, but I'm not in love
Gave me affection
Girl I was lost, she gave me direction
Went through f*****' you with no protection
All my blessings, girl you wanted all my blessings
You think I don't care about you?
Girl you better call my best friend
I got time to waste
Girl I got time to waste
Girl I cancelled everything
Just to get back on the same page
To finish the story
But you would rather ignore me
Your mama called to check on me
But you won't even pick up the phone (Yea!)
s***, g****** you feelin' yourself
Out in Hollywood, you got a n**** with some wealth
You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else
Tryna tell you I'm the last real n**** left
You can hit me if you need help
With your love problems, with your money problems
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em
[Outro: Bryson Tiller]
Just call me
Or you could just pick up the phone, baby
I know, I know you're home, baby
Baby, I know, I know

pick up the phone

length: 4:12
producer: Frank Dukes and Vinylz
guest: Quavo
co-producer: Allen Ritter and Mike Dean
writer: Vinylz, Travis Scott, Young Thug, Starrah, Mike Dean, Quavo, Frank Dukes, Allen Ritter
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to **** her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin' off and I'm gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I'm callin' your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you're home, baby (It's lit!)
I'm in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'mma pull up and murk too
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin' (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you're home, baby (It's lit!)
I'm in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my motha****in' granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I'm just better livin'
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it
I'm ****ing this cash up, I’m not celibate
I'm packin' it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I'mma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the **** up, you too little
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller
I don't talk to no man in the middle
I don't talk to no man, I'm just kiddin'
But I did pay my sister's tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin' off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I'm her brightest star
Mama told me don't hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody won't be a star (Real ****, real ****)
Please believe every ************ around here wan' be a part
She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya' boy (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you're home, baby (It's lit!)
I'm in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'mma pull up and murk too
Hittin' the block and I’m bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin'

Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin' baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don't take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young ***** make it right back tonight
Girl you're so cute and your *** is nice
Drinkin' on four and I'm shootin' dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I'm loving all races, hell nah don't discriminize
Drinkin' on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it's only one time (Brrrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you're home, baby (It's lit!)
I'm in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'mma pull up and murk too
Hittin' the block and I’m bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin'

lose

length: 3:21
producer: Frank Dukes and Vinylz
additional producer: Mike Dean
guest: Cassie
co-producer: Allen Ritter
writer: Vinylz, Travis Scott, Starrah, Mike Dean, Allen Ritter, Frank Dukes, Cassie
[Pre-Hook: Travis Scott]
My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service
I got s*** to lose, that s*** make me nervous
I got s*** to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can't let them come through
I got s*** to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got s*** to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them

[Pre-Hook: Travis Scott]
My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service
I got s*** to lose, that s*** make me nervous
I got s*** to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can't let them come through
I got s*** to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got s*** to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you

[Hook: Travis Scott + Cassie]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
[Verse: Travis Scott]
You know what, we grew on
We go back like futons and coupons
We too bad, we too wild, we too young
Shake some, my n***** gon' shake some
Fall through and break somethin'
Broad day, and take somethin'
Backwards, I've been livin' backwards
On my mattress, orgies on my mattress
Flashes, dreamin', havin' flashes
Dashin', hopin' I don't crash it

[Pre-Hook: Travis Scott]
My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service
I got s*** to lose, that s*** make me nervous
I got s*** to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dukes, can't let them come through
I got s*** to lose
Hold up wait, more to gain, more at stake
I got s*** to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
[Hook: Travis Scott + Cassie]
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
And I never liked it, and I never like them

guidance

length: 3:28
producer: dF
guest: K. Forest
writer: Travis Scott, Kashief Hanson, Darren Fraser

[Intro: Travis Scott]
And I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place

[Hook: K. Forest]
I roll up behind it, I wanna try it
Grip on your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin'
You're from the Islands, you stay wildin'
I guide, I guide you, like a pilot

[Post-Hook: Travis Scott]
Haven't been around this year
I like to see you change your gears
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Come through, follow me
Rumble, follow me
Rollin', follow me
Opt to, follow me
Do you like that? Follow me
Nicest, follow me
Backwoods, follow me
Practice, follow me, yeah
Hop up, it's time for the switch
Lightskinned girls like the hair, man, it come with a twist
Badmon, badmon, yeah you know it come with a risk
Ain't a bouncer... but the way you bouncin'
I might just frisk ya

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I roll up behind it, I wanna try it
Grip on your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin'
You need some guidance, you stay wildin'
I'ma guide you like a pilot

[Post-Hook: Travis Scott]
Haven't been around this year
I like to see you change your gears
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe

[Bridge: Travis Scott & K. Forest]
And I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place
(Roll up, roll up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah oh, oh


[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
You silent, you quiet
What happened to the loud talkin'?
All that noise, you done?
Are you finished? Or are you done?
How you been with your workout business?
Got my subscription
Got my attention
You know my intentions
You know that nobody know our business
God's our witness
Lit like my wrist is
Only like it when you're at your littest

[Hook: Travis Scott]
I roll up behind it, I wanna try it
Grip on your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin'
You need some guidance, you stay wildin'
I'ma guide you like a pilot

[Post-Hook: Travis Scott]
Haven't been around this year
I like to see you change your gears
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe

[Outro]
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrah!
I roll up, I roll up

wonderful

length: 3:37
producer: Boi-1da and T‐Minus
additional producer: Travis Scott
guest: The Weeknd
co-producer: Mike Dean
writer: The Weeknd, Travis Scott, Mike Dean, Boi-1da, T‐Minus

[Produced by T-Minus & Boi-1da]

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time (yeah!)
Been a minute since I pulled up outside (skurr skurr)
Shut it down, yeah, you do that everytime (okay!)
Oh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah (yeah!)

[Post-Hook: Travis Scott]
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with ya, yeah
Work that nine to five with ya, yeah
After smoke a pound with ya

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Oh my (yeah!), on a vibe, what a wonderful time (it's lit!)
Hundred deep all my niggas outside
Valet park when I pull up in the ride (yeah, yeah)
Oh it's late you might have to spend the night, yeah

[Verse 2: The Weeknd & Travis Scott]
Oh, I love my city lit at night, yeah
Oh, I love my bitches when they bite, yeah
Oh, let's call some up and let's get right, yeah
Ohhh (yeah)
We just landed in your city, go time
Driving to the venue, like she's seeing no signs
She got all the passes, she don't ever do lines
Bust it like she's single, she ain't wasting no time (alright)
You cannot record, that's for the show now (oh no)
Leave your phone, you get that later on now (straight up!)
Pour that special drink that's for my throat now
And take a sip

[Hook: The Weeknd]
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, we do that everytime
Oh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah

[Post-Hook: Travi$ Scott]
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with ya, yeah
Work that nine to five with ya, yeah
After smoke a pound with ya

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Oh me, oh my
Why they wonderin' who the kid sleeping side?
I been up sleepless late nights
Override yeah, overdrive yeah
(Oh) Bag it, bag it up, just bag it up
Yeah, wanna try this one more again
I been on the edge
Scoping through the lens
These thoughts is on my mind
Got me on the drive
Got me on the ride
To a wonderful time

[Hook: The Weeknd & Travis Scott]
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time (straight up!)
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, we do that everytime
Oh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah (yeah!)
Oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, you do that everytime
Oh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah


[Post-Chorus: The Weeknd]
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with ya, yeah
Work that nine to five with ya, yeah
After smoke a pound with ya, oh