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Travis Scott - Astronomical Lyrics

Astro
Yea
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, 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
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)

Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM 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 crackers wish it was a noose

Some-some-some-someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pla-pla-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pla-pla-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)

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 made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the booch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her: Hop in, you comin' too
In the 305 treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
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 Goose
Who put this I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

Someone said
Pla-pla-playin' for keeps
Someone said, motherf- what someone said
Don't play us for weak

Ok I've been awake for some days
I don't have time to rest to drown these thoughts
Try all kinds of things
If I take you to my past you would be traumatized

I have many boys outside
Trying to come alive
In 99 they took astro word
They had to move
I told my friends that I would bring them
I put the seal of faith
Before the festivals she plays at being a tour guide

I have the keys to my city
Now she knows the rides
I have new money, new problems and new enemies
When you get to the top there are many amenities
Entering the toyota center as if he were the leader
And this is not a matter of conscience if there are no injuries

I have it
Leaving the show with blood on the nose
Yea

This here is astronomical
I saw that you copied me and I feel responsible
They try to say that all my problems are unlikely

They continue invoking my spirit I am diabolical
You understand 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
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah

7-1-3 to the 2-8-1, yeah I'm riding
Why they on me? I'm flyin'
Sippin' lowkey I'm sipping lowkey in Onyx
Rider, rider when I'm pullin' up right beside ya
Popstar, lil' Mariah
When I text a cute game, wildness
Throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took molly
She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies
Yeah, we at the top floor, right there off Doheny
Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all
Yea, when I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, saucing in the city, don't get misinformed, yea
They gon' pull up on you
(Brru) (brru) (brru)

I got room, in my fumes (yeah)
She fill my mind up with ideas
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 her in my room (ah)
Legs wrapped around my beard (uh)
Got the fastest car, it zoom (zoom)
Hope we make it outta here
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
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 duffles in my hand (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours till I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light

Yeah, pass the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said: Keep that on lock
I said: You know this shit, it’s life, yeah
It's absolute (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
Shorty 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, 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
Let's go

[Travis Scott and Kid Cudi]
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 shit 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 bourbon (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

Nigga, the cops outside (yeah)
Lock up the house (yeah, yeah)
We keep the team on high (huh)
Some gold in they mouth (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, the Porsche outside (huh)
Without the top (yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah)
She want a mimosa-sa (yeah)
Bring in the shots (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell these phony bitches: Beat it
With that Photoshoppin' body, Adobe, help me
She in there makin' panini
She know I got all the bread, she know me, got it
On my hustle, havin' visions
It's been a minute since my niggas done owned it, howdy (huh, huh)
Cleveland boy, he make 'em pay
Yes, that Cleveland boy, he done made a way, hey
Headed for somewhere to go, anywhere cinema these, these
Niggas don't know where to go, gotta keep givin' em heat, heat (yeah)
Time to go double though, time they add up the math, mad
And I've been dealin' with so many things, havin' so many dreams