[Part I]
[Intro: Kid Cudi]
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Don't wet no more
[Chorus: Travis Scott, Swizz Beatz & Kanye West]
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back
Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back (Woo)
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: Travis Scott & Kid Cudi]
Woah, wait
It's summertime, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins, I can never Golden 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, okay
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, woah-o-o-oah)
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay (Woah-o-o-oah)
I be (Yeah) makin' mills, 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
Oh, so loaded off the pills so don't ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean
[Intro: Kid Cudi]
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Yeah, boy
(Woah-o-o-oah)
Don't wet no more
[Chorus: Travis Scott, Swizz Beatz & Kanye West]
I need fake niggas to get way back
James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back
Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back (Woo)
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: Travis Scott & Kid Cudi]
Woah, wait
It's summertime, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins, I can never Golden 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, okay
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, woah-o-o-oah)
Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay (Woah-o-o-oah)
I be (Yeah) makin' mills, 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
Oh, 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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