[Intro: Yeat]
galaxxy
All type of diamonds, all type of lights
All type of—, all type of—
SKY (God to a kid, cat to a mice)
[Chorus: Yeat]
All type of diamonds, all type of lights (Ack)
I got all type of bitches, all type of vibes (Yeah, vibey)
We got all types of sticks, we don't do no fights (Yeah)
We a God to a kid, cat to a mice (Yeah, Allah)
I got honeybuns, baby, tell me what you like (What you like)
I just poured up a deuce, but it's not a Sprite (Not a Sprite)
I already told you the truth, tell me, how I lie? (How?)
Don't make me hold it from you, I won't tell it twice (Yeah)
[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Heart beatin' doublе, I done got you high (Ooh, ah, yeah)
Have it how you want, thеse pockets not light (Oh)
Be back in a minute, ah (Oh)
This is how we livin' now (Oh, let's go)
[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Yeat]
American bandstand, a racist American, I hate it, I swear
Him and his man's plan, thought they gon' come backdoor, I'm fully aware
Thought it was Bandcamp, way the drumline came through with a 45 flare
Back to his man's plan, thought they gon' come backdoor, but we left 'em right there
I hit on sideswipe, everyday squad life, is they 'aight?
Sippin' that Cacti, 'till we gon' pass out, like this is life
I keep a rotation, all of them ragin', this not no hype (God to a kid, cat to a mice)
galaxxy
All type of diamonds, all type of lights
All type of—, all type of—
SKY (God to a kid, cat to a mice)
[Chorus: Yeat]
All type of diamonds, all type of lights (Ack)
I got all type of bitches, all type of vibes (Yeah, vibey)
We got all types of sticks, we don't do no fights (Yeah)
We a God to a kid, cat to a mice (Yeah, Allah)
I got honeybuns, baby, tell me what you like (What you like)
I just poured up a deuce, but it's not a Sprite (Not a Sprite)
I already told you the truth, tell me, how I lie? (How?)
Don't make me hold it from you, I won't tell it twice (Yeah)
[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Heart beatin' doublе, I done got you high (Ooh, ah, yeah)
Have it how you want, thеse pockets not light (Oh)
Be back in a minute, ah (Oh)
This is how we livin' now (Oh, let's go)
[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Yeat]
American bandstand, a racist American, I hate it, I swear
Him and his man's plan, thought they gon' come backdoor, I'm fully aware
Thought it was Bandcamp, way the drumline came through with a 45 flare
Back to his man's plan, thought they gon' come backdoor, but we left 'em right there
I hit on sideswipe, everyday squad life, is they 'aight?
Sippin' that Cacti, 'till we gon' pass out, like this is life
I keep a rotation, all of them ragin', this not no hype (God to a kid, cat to a mice)
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