Corrección Letra Astronomical (Fortnite Live Concert Event) par Travis Scott

Featuring(s) : Fortnite Live Concert Event

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Hope I make it out of here

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

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
*Censored* 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 a.m. 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 *censored* wish it was a noose

Some—Some—Some—Someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—Pl—Playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps, don’t play us for weak

*Censored* 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 *Censored* I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the *Censored*
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, *Censored* treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pop that!)
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 *Censored*
Who put this *Censored* together? I'm the glue

Someone said
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said
Pl—Playin' for keeps
Someone said, motherf—someone said
Don't play us for weak

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)
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 itchin' at my spirit, I'm diabolical
Ya feel me?

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 (Straight up)
When you throw that to the side, yeah (It's lit)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah

7-1-3
Through the 2-8-1, yeah, I'm ridin', why they on me?
Why they on me? I'm flyin', sippin' low-key
I'm sippin' low-key in Onyx, rider, rider
When I'm pullin' up right beside ya
Pop star, lil' Mariah
When I text a cute game, wildness
Throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took *Censored*
She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah
We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah
Oh no, I can't *Censored* with y'all
Yeah, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed
Yeah, they gon' pull up on you (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate
Yeah, 'cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know
Oh, back the f**k up off me (Brr, brr, brr)

I got room in my fumes (Yeah)
She fill my mind up with ideas (It's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (Let's go)

She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone (Ah)
I see some things that you might fear
I'm doin' a show, I'll be back soon (Soon)
That ain't what she wanna hear (Nah)
Now I got *Censored* in my room (Ah)
*Censored* wrapped around my beard
Got the fastest car, it zoom (Skrrt)
Hope we make it outta here (Ah)
When I'm with you, I feel alive
You say you love me, don't you lie (Yeah)
Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die

She fill my mind up with ideas
Hope I make it outta here (Let's go)

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 *Censored*, 13 hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light)
Like a light

Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I say, "You know this *Censored*, 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
Shawty 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 *Censored* shook
Yeah

Let's go
We see the hype outside (Yeah)
Right from the house, uh
Took it straight from outside (Yeah)
Straight to the couch (Mmm)
We put the mic outside (Yeah)
Air this *Censored* out, uh (Mmm)
You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside (Yeah)
We runnin' the scouts (Mmm)
Ain't no controllin' the gang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They never leave (Mmm)
I got tats over my veins (Yeah)
'Cause that what I bleed (Mmm)
She drink a lot of the *Censored* (Yeah)
Like she from the street (Mmm)
We got control of the flows and, huh, uh, uh (Yeah, mmm)
We heard that your way went dry (Yeah)
We floodin' the drought, uh (Mmm)
Heard that your hood outside (Yeah)
We added some routes (Mmm)
We havin' the goods outside (Mmm)
Move it in and out (Mmm)
You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside (Mmm)
We runnin' the scouts

*Censored* the cops outside (Yeah)
Lock up the house (Yeah, yeah)
We keep the team on high (Huh)
Some gold in they mouth (Yeah, yeah)
*Censored* the Porsche outside (Huh)
Without the top (Yeah, yeah, n***a, yeah)
She want a *Censored*-sa (Yeah)
Bring in the shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let's go
It's lit

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