Travis Scott's Windows

[Verse 1]

They knew that I was different when my life began

Guess that I'm an adult now, time to prove that I'm the man

Haven't seen my face, why would you lie to man?

Lyrics drive you insane, your pen has got a driving ban

I'll be the biggest on this planet when I'm older

The last lyric that I ever spat was when I told ya

Used to be the guy that kept on bending over backwards

Now it's kinda backwards 'cause your girl keep on bending over

Saying that I'm wet but never drown man, allow it man

Fuck anybody that wanna doubt man

Couple people taking P's but didn't upload

But now they see me blowing up so now they wanna shout man

Nah G, fuck it bruv keep the money

You're only relevant once a year like the Easter Bunny

Call it quits and we'll say you never owed me jack

Just remember when I blow you tried to hold me back

I'm more than just a rapper or an artist

I ain't normal in the slightest

I'm the motherfucking hardest

Switzerland to Munich

All these bitches say I'm too sick

Just wait till I've written a couple movies that have charted

Yeah, I spit facts then repeat them

Outside the box like TicTacs when you eat them

I was broke on a Sunday

Had a smoke on a Monday

Now I just graft got six racks by the weekend

And, my old girl is gutted that the days over

Sleeping with a guy on my team to try and gain closure

'Cause when she's on her Instagram feed

Or she hits the damn street

She's reminded that I'll take over

Sit down, take a seat

Watch me blow up

I don't need no six pack or no blow up

In a couple years

I'll be with a couple peers

As we, sip a couple beers

Sit on stage watch the people show up

Yeah

Outside the box

Listen

[Verse 2]

And I couldn't give a fuck if you are vibing out to J Cole

Or climbing out the K Hole

I rhyme because I'm sick

And I'm sick because I say so

Headphones in, I'm singing on the way home

Only time you hold a piece is prolly 'cause you're gay bro

Couple man don't like it that I try rapping

'Cause they've made something from nothing, and think that I haven't

And I promise you will understand

Swear I'm looking up to man

But not a single person has got my talent

Would you rather be a road man?

Rather be a genius?

Rather sell a draw?

Or be selling out arenas?

Coming out of pen?

Or be coming out the speakers?

I put it on my life that I'm the motherfucking realest

But I feel so low, it's like it has to get better

I'll never tell a soul, try and handle it better

Grab a gram of the cheddar

And pick a pad and a pen up

So these fans call me Dave like I'm Azpilicueta

And even I fear me

'Cause I'm blind really

Spitting with my eyes closed is when I see clearly

Even I fear me

'Cause I'm blind really

Spitting with my eyes closed is when I see clearly

My best mate is Dutch and he's got six toes

We don't give a fuck, we open Travis Scott's windows

My best mate is Dutch and he's got six toes

We don't give a fuck, we open Travis Scott's windows

[Outro]

Yeah

Outside the box

It's Songer

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