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INTERPRÉTATION
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Chant
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Guitare
Kid Cudi
Kid Cudi
Chœurs
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Paroles/Composition
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Paroles/Composition
Chaucey Hollis, Jr.
Chaucey Hollis, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Carlton Mays Jr.
Carlton Mays Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Magnus August Høiberg
Magnus August Høiberg
Paroles/Composition
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Paroles/Composition
Brittany Hazzard
Brittany Hazzard
Paroles/Composition
Larry Jacks, Jr.
Larry Jacks, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Paroles/Composition
Scott Mescudi
Scott Mescudi
Paroles/Composition
Todd Cooper
Todd Cooper
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage
C-Note
C-Note
Production
Cashmere Cat
Cashmere Cat
Production
Roget Chahayed
Roget Chahayed
Production
Todd Cooper
Todd Cooper
Ingénierie
Jordan Lewis
Jordan Lewis
Ingénierie de prise de son
HIT BOY
HIT BOY
Production

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(Woah-oh-oh) yeah, boy (Woah-oh-oh) yeah, boy (Woah-oh-oh) yeah, boy Don't wet no more 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 (Woo) I can't get no rest (we in the house) I fall asleep with a T- (rack) Stashin' all the p- 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 T- (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 Golden State (yeah) UFC I'm tapping to my old ways (alright) I'm addressing sh- 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, n-, got that Coldplay (woah-oh-oh) I be (yeah) making 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 p-, so don't ever try me So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean 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 (Woo) I can't get no rest (we in the house) I fall asleep with a T- (rack) If I take a sip, take the rest (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 T- (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 swimming 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 Whoa-o-oa-oa Whoa
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Chauncey Hollis, Mike Dean, Magnus August Hoiberg, Jacques Webster, Brittany Hazzard, Roget Chahayed, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi, Carlton Davis Mays Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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