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Top 25: ASTRØ E

[Intro: Travis Scott & 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖 𝘌]
All year (365)
All year (365)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖 𝘌, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛]
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻' 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗰𝘂𝘇, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, countin' every dollar
Every dollar, every dollar and we countin'
Aw, we gon' get it poppin' in a sec (𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥)
Aw, drop it down and break your neck (𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬)
Yeah, out in Third Ward, right there by the Frenchies
Every summer, I finesse it for a check (For a check)
Aw, if you real, you know the deal (Know the deal)
Aw, they know I'm the one that's really trill (Trill)
They know I'm the one that pay the bill (Bill)
Aw, keep a couple gang bangers, throwin' sets up
And they down to let it fly when shit get real (Shit get real)

[Verse: ASTRO E]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been making songs for a year (oh yeah)
Yeah, that means you should really know the deal (oh yeah)
I can do this in my sleep, do this by myself
Always at my peak, I don't need no help (no help)
Oh my, I think they after me (oh no)
Oh my, I'ma let this ring (krrr)
This time I will never leave (never leave)
My baby girl is all I need (ooh oh)
ASTRO E, ASTRO E, why you go this deep
ASTRO E, ASTRO E, how'd you find this beat
ASTRO E, ASTRO E, you goin be on top
ASTRO E, ASTRO E, you goin have a lot
ASTRO E, ASTRO E, you a copy cat
ASTRO E, ASTRO E, you can get locked up
ASTRO E, ASTRO E

[Chorus: Travis Scott & 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖 𝘌, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛]
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻' 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 (Poppin', poppin', poppin')
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗰𝘂𝘇, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 (Crackin', crackin', crackin')
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, countin' every dollar
Every dollar, every dollar and we countin'
Aw, we gon' get it poppin' in a sec (𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥)
Aw, drop it down and break your neck (𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬)
Yeah, out in Third Ward, right there by the Frenchies
Every summer, I finesse it for a check (For a check)
Aw, if you real, you know the deal (Know the deal)
Aw, they know I'm the one that's really trill (Trill)
They know I'm the one that pay the bill (Bill)
Aw, 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻' 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘂𝗽
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 (Shit get real)

[Verse 2: ASTRO E]
Why these niggas, hatin'
I think, cause they babies
I think, cause they jealous
I think, cause they not famous
Maybe it's cause they don't have anybody
Maybe it's cause they don't got sombody callin (woah)
Maybe it's cause they lost they mommy or they daddy (woah)
Maybe it's cause I'm too harsh when I'm rappin and typing (woah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖 𝘌, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛]
Why these niggas, niggas, niggas hatin', baby, let me know
All these niggas, niggas, niggas hatin', know they want what's more
𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙨, 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙨, 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣', 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣', 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣', 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣', 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣'
𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮
𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘏)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖 𝘌, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛]
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻' 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 (All year)
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗰𝘂𝘇, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 (All year)
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, countin' every dollar
Every dollar, every dollar and we countin' (All year)
Aw, we gon' get it poppin' in a sec (𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥)
Aw, drop it down and break your neck (𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬)
Yeah, out in Third Ward, right there by the Frenchies
Every summer, I finesse it for a check (For a check)
Aw, if you real, you know the deal (Know the deal)
Aw, they know I'm the one that's really trill (Trill)
They know I'm the one that pay the bill (bill)

808'S & SPACE

ASTRO E

ALL YEAR (ft. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Kid Cudi]
Mmmmhmmmmm, mmmhmmmhmmm
FYI, I haven't smoked one ounce of weed today
That's wild, right?
Yeah, I figured that out

[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Kanye West]
People talk shit about me
Deep down, they knowing they ain't right
Hmmm, when I walk into the room, they can't look in my eyes
When I walk into the room, they can't look in my eyes
(𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴)
People talk shit about me and they know that I know
And they also knowing they ain't right
Hmmm, when I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes
'Cause when I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I be laughing at you niggas, Taunting you niggas
Who the winner of this shit?
Surrounded by fake niggas and fake bitches
Tryna' get in my ear
What about gold diggers? Yeah, all them
You Tryna get them some gig
Give me coochie from the gooch
Set your sights too low
Hah, you coulda had you some lean
I got someone, na, na
I ain't never met a bitch, ain't a bitch ain't need 10 G's
Hah, I ain't ever met a fool full of somethin' that ain't out for me
Well I know, na,na
One day you'll see, one day you'll see me

[Chorus: Kid Cudi, 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵 & 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻]
People talk shit about me
Deep down, they knowing they ain't right
Hmmm, when I walk into the room, they can't look in my eyes
When I walk into the room, they can't look in my eyes (𝗛𝗼𝗼, 𝗵𝗼𝗼, 𝗵𝗼𝗼!)
(𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴)
People talk shit about me and they know that I know
And they also knowing they ain't right
Hmmm, when I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes
'Cause when I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Uh, rejuvenated, recreated, rebooted, in a new program
Prada calf’s, black skinnies, T and hoody
Call me black muscle brand, GQ mustachin’ I’m in LA
Soaking up the sun and I’m laughing, what can I say?
I love the way the fans say they love me
I know it’s all because my God above me
But damn I’m feeling like Sam
Except my daddy ain’t stuck up no video game
Things changed, for the good
He watched my back until the world started knowin’ my name
This should be in the Bible
Middle finger up to the people who don’t like you
Who have no valid reason to say they never liked you
We don’t give a fuck, fam
So what?! We never liked you niggas anyway
Pardon my wizard talk, but I’m elevated
No drank, no tree and I’m levitated
I got my own empire, I’m the baby
I ain’t taking care of nobody but my daughter and my mom
Places to go cause I need to build a travel log
I travel while you jake niggas run a blog
Now run along, I got some shit that needs posting
While I’m winnin’ livin’ life, skippin’ grinnin’ on em
All hail King Wizard in the fuckin’ house
Been chill for a minute quiet as a mouse
Now I got the juice, call me Bishop when you see me round
I be showin’ love, showin’ love baby, dap and pound
Yeah, mmmmhmmmmm

[Chorus: Kid Cudi, 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵 & 𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻]
(𝗛𝗼𝗼!) People talk shit about me
Deep down, they knowing they ain't right
Hmmm, when I walk into the room, they can't look in my eyes
When I walk into the room, they can't look in my eyes
(𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗲) (You know who the fuck you is)
People talk shit about me and they know that I know
And they also knowing they ain't right
Hmmm, when I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes
'Cause when I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes
(You know what you did to me, babe)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
Hoo!
You know what you did
Hoo, hoo!
You know what you did to me, babe
Hoo, hoo!
You know what you did, you know what you did
You know what you did to me, babe
Hoo, hoo, hoo!
Hee-hee-hee
You know what you did to me, babe
You know what you did, you know what you did to me, babe
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!
You know what you did, you know what you did to me, babe
Hoo!
You know what you, you know what you did
You know what you did to me, babe
Hoo, hoo!

Can’t Look In My Eyes (ft. Kanye West)

—Credits—
Produced by: level, SwaggyB, stzy, ASTRØ E
Written by: ASTRØ E & @bladeslicin
—Lyrics—

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh, yeah
She wanna hop in the coupe (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Do it your self nigga make a move (Alright)
If I'm goin down, I'ma make it cool
When you're a winner, nigga you can't lose (I can't lose)
Yeah, I got niggas speaking on me (Oh why)
I got niggas that's hatin' on me (Oh my)
I'm young rich nigga I got me a 10
(Oh my god she fine)
She a foreign bitch, yeah she Vietnamese

[Post-Chorus]
I got the bread and I spend it
New damn whip, it ain't rented (Uh)
Got all these niggas offended
I don't got gas cause I send it
I walk through the door with my eyes closed
Chasin' the money go psycho
I see my numbers as mind blowin'
I'ma take flight like a high note

[Pre-Verse]
(Ahhh, higher)
She give me some more, she out of control
She hotter than most, she good on the head
She good on the bed (Ooooh, oohh)
Her mama don't know, her daughter a goat
Her daughter a hoe
Yeah, and rubbing that butt
I’m rubbing that hoe

[Verse]
I don't owe nobody shit
Take a picture nigga take a flick
Make the camera man do a flip
I took your money little nigga then dip
Yea, what you going do bout it
I got your bitch and she got a new body
Told her baby its ok
Nothing wrong with a little enhancing your body its yours
From the front to the back, to the back to front we enjoy it
And its not, and its not like a toy
Her ass fat so she can make joy
Right, right, right, back to the boys
Right, right, right, back to Illinois
(Right, right, right, back)

[Elision]
Pop on ya, send the opps on ya (Ohhh oh oh)
(Hollow clips in magazines)
RoboCops on ya, raining shots on ya (Ohhh oh oh)
(Drop your top off with that bean)
Yeah, Mix it one-handed, please (Ohhh oh oh)
(Mix it right, dirty tea)
It's only gonna bring me peace (Ohhh woah ah)
(Don't leave my cup, that's for me)

[Bridge]
Yeah, thought you gon' ride for me, 25 Tesla V
Spent that hunnid on the chief
That's how much I believe
Every day Halloween
But we don't trick and treat
I count dead in my dreams (No)
I can't even fall asleep (No)
I can't even fall asleep (No)
I can't even fall asleep (No- no)
I need to count the sheep (No)
I need to count the sheep (No)
I need to count the cheese (No)
I need to count that cheese (No- no)
(Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
She wanna hop in the coupe (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Do it your self nigga make a move (Alright)
If I'm goin down, I'ma make it cool
When you're a winner, nigga you can't lose (I can't lose)
Yeah, I got niggas speaking on me (Oh why)
I got niggas that's hatin' on me (Oh my)
I'm young rich nigga I got me a 10
(Oh my god she fine)
She a foreign bitch, yeah she Vietnamese

[Post-Chorus]
I got the bread and I spend it
New damn whip, it ain't rented (Uh)
Got all these niggas offended
I don't got gas cause I send it
I walk through the door with my eyes closed
Chasin' the money go psycho
I see my numbers as mind blowin'
I'ma take flight like a high note

[Refrain]
Yeah, ok, uh, uh, ok
Yeah, alright, uh, uh, ok
Uh alright, uh, uh, ok
Yeah, alright, uh, uh, ok
Ok, ok, uh, uh

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these niggas be hatin on me
These niggas be hatin on me
But fuck em, I something, I'm me
Yeah, I'm something, something that got a vibe
You, stay away, you killed the vibe
When I don't fuck with niggas I don't like
I say bye
Niggas be talkin that shit, niggas be talkin that shit, alright
(They talk, talk, talk, talk, talk)
It's ok, let em talk, let em talk, I'm gonna rise
(Let em talk)
When I talk, when I talk, when I talk, you goin vibe
(Skrrrrtt)
Yeah, I just pulled up on your lot
Can't park on grass, so I stole your spot
There's bitches on bitches on bitches on bitches
They come in fives, they hot or not
I am menace, I skip the whole fuckin lunch line
Ehh, they don't comment so I'm fine
So I fuck around sometimes
Yeah I'm in the back of the class
I can see all of the ass
These bitches, they fine, they bad

[Outro]
(Ha ha, yeah, they got me singing like)
Mamacita, cita, cita

ASTRØ E

Spotify

HATIN' ON ME?!

This was an unreleased throwaway by Travis Scott
So I finished it for the 5th anniversary of ASTROWORLD
—Credits—
Primary Artist: ASTRØ E
Secondary Artist: Travis Scott
Produced by: Pitt Tha Kid, Edsclusive & Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Written by: ASTRØ E & Travis Scott
Lead & Background Vocals: ASTRØ E & Travis Scott
—Lyrics—
[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm on my spaceship, takeoff (Ooh-ooh)
(Space, takeoff, space, takeoff, space, takeoff)
I'm with the baddest in the city and she's out of this world (Ooh)
(Out of this world, she out of this world)
I must've died and went to Heaven (Ooh-ooh)
(Went to Heaven, went to Heaven, went to Heaven)
'Cause all I see is 'Raris, Lamborghinis and topless girls (Ooh)
(Topless girls, topless girls)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙Ø 𝘌]
My life really is a highlight (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩)
My life turnin' to the day light (𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵)
All the pretty girls wanna stay the night (𝘠𝘦𝘢-𝘺𝘦𝘢-𝘺𝘦𝘢-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩)
Money, money, money, that's what they like (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩)

[Verse: ASTRØ E]
I'm way above the clouds
(I'm way above the clouds)
Keep my head up I'll never drown
(I'll never drown)
You niggas know what I'm about
I'm a real nigga, I'm a noun
Fuck your girl when I'm back in town (Ahhh)
Yeah, she out of this world
But she not your typical girl
She doesn't like Audi (Woah)
She love the Bugatti (Woah)
No 4 doors, no party
With the sunglasses she a barbie
She get a lil' impatient
I don't know who copped the keys to my spaceship
I have 3,000 songs on my lil playlist
I made a couple songs I thought were dangerous
But honestly, I think I been doing good lately

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott & 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙Ø 𝘌, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛]
𝗜'𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, takeoff (𝘖𝘰𝘩-𝘰𝘰𝘩)
(Space, takeoff, space, takeoff, space, takeoff)
I'm with the baddest in the city and she's 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 (Ooh)
(Out of this world, she out of this world)
I must've died and went 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 (𝘖𝘰𝘩-𝘰𝘰𝘩)
(Went to Heaven, went to Heaven, went to Heaven)
'Cause all I see is '𝗥𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀, 𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 (Ooh)
(Topless girls, topless girls)

[Chorus: Travis Scott & 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙Ø 𝘌, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛]
(𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩)
𝗠𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 (𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩)
𝗠𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻' 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 (𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩)
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 (𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩)
𝗠𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 (𝘖𝘩𝘩𝘩)
𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 (𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩)
𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 (𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵)
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 (𝘠𝘦𝘢-𝘺𝘦𝘢-𝘺𝘦𝘢-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩)
𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦

[Interude: ASTRØ E]
Highlight, my life really looking like a
Highlight, my life really looking like a
Highlight, my life really looking like a
Highlight, my life really looking like a

[Verse 2: ASTRØ E]
I'ma 2000's baby with the same date as Kyrie
Used to wanna build cruise ships before I knew to speak
Mama made that good food you know I was always eatin'
I got that good life and a good height nigga why would I leave it
Purpose, one day I'll find my purpose
You could really identify
When you look in my eyes
My intentions nigga it's yearning
I love this shit with a passion
You know my music ain't no scratch and win
I don't make shit songs for quick attention
In this cold world, it's all about collection

[Outro: ASTRØ E]
(Woah)
My life really is a highlight (Ohhh)
My life turnin' to the day light (Ohhh)
All the pretty girls wanna stay the night (Ohhh) 
Money, money, money, that's what they like (Ohhh)
My life really is a highlight (Ohhh)
My life turnin' to the day light (Ohhh)
All the pretty girls wanna stay the night (Ohhh)
Money, money, money, that's what they like (Ohhh)

Spaceship [Takeoff] (ft. Travis Scott)

Produced by: Travi$ Scott & FKi 1st

[Chorus]
I'm floatin' high, don't talk to me
I'm rollin' high, don't bother me
So follow me, yeah, come and follow me
In the night streets, dim the lights, please

[Verse]
What the fuck they want? I'm drunk as hell
Fuck work today, I wanna get some tail
Damn my little nigga graduated, man, I wish him well Now there's no more breaking them pies
And making that bail for them scales
Step across that fence and that's your life
When I run that town, that whip about town size
Four chains, they hang on my neck, was dipped in that brown rice
You think something wrong 'cause your shit don't shine bright
But ain't nothing wrong 'cause your shit don't shine bright

[Chorus]
I'm floatin' high, don't talk to me
I'm rollin' high, don't bother me
So follow me, yeah, come and follow me
In the night streets, dim the lights, please

[Verse 2]
It was Friday, what a night, what a situation
My nigga Chase momma called cause he missed that graduation
He told her, "Momma please, have a drink, have a little bit patience
'Cause soon we would be riding in a car with a little ventilation"
Pastor said that we gotta move to congregation
I'm looking for salvation, but I'm drowning in the revelations
XX revolution, this inauguration to the whole nation
If it ain't no head, no sex, then it's masturbation

[Chorus]
I'm floatin' high, don't talk to me
I'm rollin' high, don't bother me
So follow me, yeah, come and follow me
In the night streets, dim the lights, please

Owl Pharaoh (Draft 1)

12 Disciples

Produced by: Travi$ Scott & THC

[Intro]
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Go', gold 88, 88
Pumpin' twist somethin', break it down
We can get it jumpin', uh

[Verse 1]
88s in my projects, swear I came here to riot
With a gang of niggas, orangutan niggas
Playing Russian roulette in the lobby
With a gang of gold, fuck her face
Then hit the avenue, send her home, I think a cab will do
Never loved these hoes, I think I love this hoe
Wait, (Shut the fuck up)
Seven digits for the chain, nigga
Egyptian sculpture for the rain, nigga
When the flex bomb drop it get cold homie
Coolin' out where it never rain, nigga
Screamin' hallelujah fuckin with the double X why'd ya do it?
Leave you hangin' watch your momma mop the fluid
Now your casket closed screaming 'how they knew ya'

[Chorus]
Go,' gold 88, 88
Pumpin' twist somethin', break it down
We can get it jumpin', uh, uh
Go,' gold 88, 88 (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Go,' gold 88, 88 (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2]
Marc Jacobs straight for the poncho
Chiefin' wit' the head honcho
Ball in a different timezone
Put an extra scale in my condo
[?] and the sun is out
[?] never lost the nails
I remember [?] and
What the rumor is, give a fuck 'bout what the rumor is
I'm factin' niggas so popular
Shittin' all in yo binoculars
Shoot it nigga ain't no stoppin' us
We them diamonds try to rock with us
Can't fuck with mi-mi
Sippin' and its all for mi-mi
Every time she call, she just tryna see me
Don't ya man just wish he be me

[Chorus]
Go,' gold 88, 88
Pumpin' twist somethin', break it down
We can get it jumpin', uh, uh
Go,' gold 88, 88 (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Go,' gold 88, 88 (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Gold 88

Produced by: Travi$ Scott

[Intro: King Chip]
Yeah

[Verse 1: King Chip]
Cut the lights down low
Here comes this walking cloud of smoke
Why is he not never broke?
What is this, huh, some kind of joke?
This bag of weed will smoke out six states
I'm King Chip, nigga, ask yo' bitch how my dick tastes
I'm in these streets touring with a pound of trees
Smokers always surrounding me
Now these bitches houndin' me, wanna go outta town with me
Told this girl I only fuck two dimes at one time
So she came back with a 9.5, I said "fine"
Fuck it, close enough, open up, let me plug up your socket
Keep some weed in my pocket in case you get out of pocket
Uh, we chilling by the pool and bitches wanna get higher
Told her my name was Chip and she told me I was a liar
I'm hot, bitch, I'm on fire, she don't even think I'm me
And I really do this shit, how the fuck you think I eat?
It's you and your girlfriend?
Cool, it's just me and Travis Scott
We just need some head we don't ask a lot, haha

[Verse 2: Travi$ Scott]
Twenty drunk bitches around me
Toastin' up, this can't be life
All these bitches around me
Fresh as fuck, this every night
*Mumbling*

[Instrumental Outro]

Around Me (feat. King Chip)

Produced by: Travi$ Scott & MIKE DEAN

[Verse]
Ashes, dust to dust
Death all on her mind, don't let her fuck it up
Fucking with these hoes make you put it up
At least Adam and Eve got to bust a nut
High of the blow just bought another nose
And I might pull off in that Ghost like where that nigga go?
Doctor gave her double D's cause she heard a nigga flow
Whoa, she move the nigga aside cause he ain't important
She turn that
Cigarette to ash and watch it hit the dust
Girl quit playing yeah you know that nigga boring
Not too many in leather pants that can fuck with us
Now let us dance while I throw the dust
Ashes, to dust to dust
Know they all throw they hands cause they fuck with us
So many bitches bob and weave but they don't bob enough
Now these bitches mad look what I done started up
Put that whip outside, I hit the key it started up
I told them kiss my ass while I hit the dust
I hit the weed then I hit the gas
So much gold you think a nigga broke
So we gon' pull of trunk first so that you niggas know
With an Irish centerfold but all she know is Adido
Damn my momma proud a nigga made it out the moat
Where the sun always shine yeah but not no more
We party in the jungle till its time to go
So everybody rumble as they hit the floor
And if the world end it don't matter cause we bout to blow

[Chorus]
If the world came crashing down, would you be here with me?
That's all I would die to see
If the world came crashing down, would you be here with me?
That's all I would die to see

[Verse 2]
Driving 108 don't crash and hit the rail
Don't look deep in her eyes you might see hell
32 to 34 not that O'Neal
So many hours, after hours in hotels
What a crazy night, I ran away from home just to change my life
Remember when my niggas told me them owls came out at night
So now we bout to touch the sky, just to play in the night
Caught me standing now I'm in there standing, we staying the night
Daddy left but that nigga never said goodnight
Man that wasn't right, now I want all the power
Expected a lot from that coward
And any second I'm bound to wow ya, all them beats I dealt
For like two years momma all them beats I felt
I can massage my own dick I don't need your help
And I can crash my own whip, I don't need your belt
Tell me where the fuck was you when I couldn't feed myself
And all that wack shit help me be myself
I swear I never

[Chorus]
If the world came crashing down, would you be here with me?
That's all I would die to see
If the world came crashing down, would you be here with me?
That's all I would die to see

Dust

Produced by: Travi$ Scott & MIKE DEAN

[Verse]
You fucking nut, you acting ass, they laugh at us
Stupid bitch, you fucked it up, fuck is over why you toss the dust
With a mask on, when I looked at you I hope they pray for us
Hand-tied to the sky, wonder how a nigga living so high
Is it cause the lights on me? It always rains on me
When I first came home, I was in the feds, they took my kids, homie
Living in a lie homie, man, the devils alive, will I ever survive? I never die, homie
Never knew in my life that I would step into fire

[Chorus]
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Whooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoa
(Step in to my time machine)
Whooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoa (Yep-yep)

[Verse 2]
Did it all for a little, did it all for my niggas
Shine hard for the bitches, put a mask on for the pictures
Different know from my homies, talk like you don’t know me
Damn its gonna cost tomorrow, all them drunk flicks you wanna show me
Funny how we back here, all my fam here
Twisting up while we rolling up with a wine glass on a glass pier
Went from sleeping at Tony home, moving back to where I was grown
Trippy how
A nigga lifestyle makes me live my life wrong

[Chorus]
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Whooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoa
(Step in to my time machine)
Whooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoa (Yep-yep)

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Step in to my time machine (Yep-yep, yep-yep)
Whooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoa
(Step in to my time machine)
Whooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoooa-whoa (Yep-yep)

Time Machine

Produced by: Travi$ Scott & MIKE DEAN

[Verse]
Funny things is changing now we out of here
Ain't shit the same but Jason I'll admit
Seen my mama in pain she cried a hundred tears
So fucking tired so fucking many nights it got so hot in there
So tonight we at the time nigga blow them candles mane
Cause when its time to shine no need for candles mane
We some cocky niggas in the rocky niggas
Rocking dolo Will & Rich in here we from the traffic nigga
See the problem is yeah, we too proud of this
Now-now, the problem is, too many columns is anonymous
We too proper nigga get a prop for this
And we can take a trip to Karen nigga get a shot of this
Dodge a copper-opper cab will give a shit
Go to class but not for the scholarship
Here's a different scholar she a dolly pouter
Here's a problem with my holy grail, ain't got no holy water
I'm too slonky, Tony hates this part about it
When the keys roll up the car, you can roll if you with it yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Mirror mirror, on the wall, who the freshest of em all? Tell em
That shit is wack, them niggas in the mall they sellin'
Think about it, she stay in the Margiela
Trippy done slip on the floor, bout 4 of my bros
Stepping these hoes, vanilla

[Verse 2]
Candy be keep tapping that hoe, we hopping that area code
Somehow, if they figure that Harry and Mary are bros
They end up just rocking the tote
Circles around, you be calling up everything gold
Them niggas is southerners niggas be rapping and popping
Not give a fuck about those
The same ones giving me 5, is seeing me live
The girl they chilling beside, be giving me sage
She been tripping all night, thinking 'bout moving them boobies aside
Sneak in and out of the crib
But definitely, Holly committed to giving me rights

[Chorus]
Mirror mirror, on the wall, who the freshest of em all? Tell em
That shit is wack, them niggas in the mall they sellin'
Think about it, she stay in the Margiela
Trippy done slip on the floor, bout 4 of my bros
Stepping these hoes, vanilla

Phoenix

Also known as: "Owl Pharaoh Intro"
Produced by: Travi$ Scott

Pharaoh Blood (Intro)

Produced by: Travi$ Scott

[Verse 1]
We waited so long for this, to transform like I'm optimus
Monogamy for monogamous, ironically don't have time for this
The education brought scholarships
All the street taught us was to be streetwalkers
Full of hype and the life of a cheap talker
So tonight don't have no excuse not to take these offer
Now its time to make these suffer
Break out the bread and the wine and make E supper
Feel like a Pharaoh in his prime call that de-mumma
Momma, please don't trip on these trees at least none of these fuck ya
In the mindset of the greatest
Put that I'm a young Houston legend in the making
Grab your cameras Ima photo to be taking
Let the lights down tell them pipe down

[Chorus]
ILLEamerica tell me you're coming home
I'm tired of telling ya that the world has lost its hope
So come on with me tonight, don't worry just cool off
So let's rule the world tonight don't worry will show off

[Verse 2]
All black blending in the night
X pound triple X style so profound Alana Fife
Secretary poppin' molly call it X-files
Think I'm in a daze I'm just feeling Blazed
Think I'm in a shape but I'm behind a maze
Funny you was amazed when you was getting laid
Me and my niggas plotting now we getting paid
Giuseppe stilettos and Arabic Camaros
Everybody's fine no Robert De Niro
Why everybody do the line is my favorite hero
Guess I gotta find the time just to do the crime
She did a lot of crimes sleepy hallow time
Headhunter been up for hours doing head crunches
Stop using your head and go head and just learn something
But her head is only as strong as her bread damn it

[Chorus]
ILLEamerica tell me you're coming home
I'm tired of telling ya that the world has lost its hope
So come on with me tonight, don't worry just cool off
So let's rule the world tonight don't worry will show off
ILLEamerica tell me you're coming home
I'm tired of telling ya that the world has lost its hope
So come on with me tonight, don't worry just cool off
So let's rule the world tonight don't worry will show off

The Unreleased

iLLEmeriCA

Produced by: Travi$ Scott

[Hook]
I'm floating from the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground

[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]
We lost in the world who's feeling safe
It's parked outside been in the case
We walk outside feel like a mason
The preacher at the altar to tell you to have a taste
White wine, go ahead and sip your race
And walk in the closet and feel amazed
Ain't no retire, fall out of line and we get to pacin
And we gonna simply reside and fill up the space and
Took the travis may leave you around and place it
That's a classic, no other way to have it
Remember me and my brother slept on that mattress
And look how many bitches piled up on that mattress
I'm feeling too proud, cause all my niggas around
I gotta prove it right now waitin' for ‘em to feel it
It was cool for a second, but now might take a minute
Cause now I'm in the building, god damn, I'm about to kill it

[Hook]
I'm floating from the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground

[Verse 2: T.I.]
3-57 apparel the shit I wearo be Balenciaga
Prada, Margiela or something hotter
Double barrel your medulla oblongata send you to Allah
A million dollars on my wardrobe, damier on my collars
Nothing short of an assassin, garments I stick my ass in
Kill niggas dead on the scene, no casket
Basking in my glory on the 37th story of a highrise
Ten hoes, nice thighs, mai tais
Serving umbrellas, but I knew the perfect fellow
So impressive, she would this Beretta if I let her
Have a blast of a lifetime, ass of a lifetime
I swear this dick I give her it'll last her a lifetime
A nice night selling hard rock in the pipeline
Put in their life and now they love a nigga longtime
Wednesday three freaks, Thursday four hoes
Five on Friday, yesterday six chicks
Today is the Sabbath I got seven going at it
On a mattress doing shit you can't imagine, I'm laughing
True story, real talk, that's classic

[Hook]
I'm floating from the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground

[Verse 3: Travi$ Scott]
Had to leave from home, better off than hell
Skip the town somehow I ended up in jail
Loved the jail, it was better in the cell
Did a little crime, too that shit never ever tell
Somewhat I'm partying the third partying
First she started gargling, and end up swallowing
And went to class too and got some knowledge
You fucking with the devil like she over popping him
She love the pills too she over popping em'
She's standing in the line, just to do the line
Fuck is that fresher than a motherfucker
Tell me wanna fuck with us
Frontline hands up, niggas while we thrown dust

[Hook]
I'm floating from the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground
I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating, I'm floating
From the ground

La Flame

Animal (feat. T.I.)

Produced by: Travi$ Scott & Amp Live

[Verse]
Man, man, man, momma be trippin'
See Tony got the Jeep and I'm ready to whip it
Chase packin' the techniques, and we rockin' the Key Club
Roll up the dub, club showin' us love
You know nobody givin' a fuck, can't fit in the truck
All my homies is here, so tell me who rollin' with us
From Chicago to Houston, to NY, yeah, we do this
We bumpin' the music, so get drunk and get stupid
You know nobody givin' a fuck 'bout (Last night)

[Chorus]
Now-now-now throw your hands in the sky if you too fuckin' high to remember (Last night)
You only live one time so we gonna party tonight like (Last night)
Now-now-now throw your middle fingers up if you don't give a fuck about (Last night)
If you don't give a fuck about (If you don't give a fuck about)

[Verse 2]
Two twins and they naughty, they both ridin' shotty
It's a Friday and you know we ready to party
We hit the college in Malibu where it's hotties
They givin' us knowledge and while I'm drivin' they daddy's 'Raris
In the dark with no worries, we ain't in a hurry
I might just swerve and hit the curb (Skrrt)
We all too drunk to be scared (Skrrt)
Outta here, higher then the atmosphere
Yeah they ballin', but no Spalding
Make a killin', but no coffin
And when we make it, we gonna puke all over Vegas
And we were under the influence when we made this
So you gonna tell your DJ, "DJ, DJ, play this" (Last night)

[Chorus]
Now-now-now throw your hands in the sky if you too fuckin' high to remember (Last night)
You only live one time so we gonna party tonight like (Last night)
Now-now-now throw your middle fingers up if you don't give a fuck about (Last night)
If you don't give a fuck about (If you don't give a fuck about)
Now-now-now throw your hands in the sky if you too fuckin' high to remember (Last night)
You only live one time so we gonna party tonight like (Last night)
Now-now-now throw your middle fingers up if you don't give a fuck about (Last night)
If you don't give a fuck about (If you don't give a fuck about)

[Verse 3]
It's the vendetta
No tarot cards, could tell me we trendsetters
Everybody out tonight, it couldn't have been better
Ain't nobody fight tonight except for the bartenders
We threw up our mom's dinner
So tell what you tryin' to do?
Me and my homies got the loot so we tryin' to boot
Her and her breast full off the booze, it's a party for two
Hotel room numbers and late night food runners
Summary of the whole summer, but can't seem to remember
From the fall of September, most of we can't remember
From the Spring to the Winter, couldn't tell you my dinner
Wish I could tell you what I did back in my past life
So how the hell you think I could tell you 'bout last night? (Last night)

[Chorus]
Now-now-now throw your hands in the sky if you too fuckin' high to remember (Last night)
You only live one time so we gonna party tonight like (Last night)
Now-now-now throw your middle fingers up if you don't give a fuck about (Last night)
If you don't give a fuck about (If you don't give a fuck about)
Now-now-now throw your hands in the sky if you too fuckin' high to remember (Last night)
You only live one time so we gonna party tonight like (Last night)
Now-now-now throw your middle fingers up if you don't give a fuck about (Last night)
If you don't give a fuck about (If you don't give a fuck about)

Momma Be Trippin'

Produced by: Travi$ Scott & Lex Luger

[Chorus]
If you drinkin', pour it up
If you smokin', light it up
In the H we get it shawty
Yeah that's my type, yeah that's my type

[Verse]
Oh, it's so amazin'
Good god that ass is gracious
Feel like I'm on top of the whole world
Goddammit, it's amazin'
Plottin' how we gon' do it, we shot
We pull up to my-
Pull up to Vegas and strip
And still man of the month
Yeah, there's so much in the jet

[Refrain]
We can go straight to moon like (voilà)
We can disappear from this world like (voilà)
Another sip and I'm gone like (voilà)
Baby, it's easy come and follow me to paradise
So come and follow me to paradise

[Chorus]
If you drinking pour it up
If you smoking light it up
In the H we get it shawty
Yeah that's my type
Yeah that's my type

[Refrain]
We can go straight to moon like (voilà)
We can disappear from this world like (voilà)
Another sip and I'm gone like (voilà)
Baby, it's easy come and follow me to paradise
So come and follow me to paradise

[Chorus]
If you drinking pour it up
If you smoking light it up
In the H we get it shawty
Yeah that's my type
Yeah that's my type
If you drinking pour it up
If you smoking light it up
In the H we get it shawty
Yeah that's my type
Yeah that's my type (voilà) (voilà)

Paradise V3

Produced by: Travi$ Scott

[Chorus]
I don't know about you
Feel like I'm floating through the night
Slow move to the groove
Often the feeling feels right
(Dance like a 90s baby)
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na
Feel like I'm floating through traffic
(Then it "poof" like magic)

[Verse 1]
This shit be the coldest
Wake up nigga, smell the Folgers
Fuck she throwing up last night
Only if the dumb bitch did what I told her (Told her)
She feel me, I feel her
And she even let me move my fingers up her skirt
Fuck it live for the moment
Had no bread, now the hoes spread like toast is
Her legs spread like Moses
On my way, raise your glass we can have a toast
To the same ones that love talking that wild shit
Be the same ones who wanna be around the most
Tony said soon enough niggas will have a two-tone
Two blond chicks with the roof gone
Complaining now that her breasts out
Well at least you could've thought to put the mink on

[Chorus]
I don't know about you
Feel like I'm floating through the night
Slow move to the groove
Often the feeling feels right
(Dance like a 90s baby)
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na
Feel like I'm floating through traffic
(Then it "poof" like magic)

[Verse 2]
Wet dreams with the prom queen
Now I'm tryna screw me a centerfold
Every nigga have their wild dreams
Mines is to fly to the summer in my winter clothes
Sin city is a mile away
I see the devil in a skirt, but it's a nightgown
Hallelujah, does it even matter if it's night or day
When we pull up, she gon' pull her shirt down
This where we find 'em
Same niggas that sniff Donna
And get drunk off the mimosa
Space green or designer
Hermes based off of drama
Call it spendin' yoda
Six years catch me trying yoga
In the Caesar Palace rocking a toga
Throwing a toga party
Chilling with your bitch and she extra naughty
Ahh

[Chorus]
I don't know about you
I don't know about you
(Dance like a 90s baby)
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na
Feel like I'm floating through traffic
(Then it "poof" like magic)
I don't know about you
Feel like I'm floating through the night
Slow move to the groove
Often the feeling feels right
Na na na, na na na, na na na, na na
Feel like I'm floating through traffic
(Then it "poof" like magic)

16 Chapels

Produced by Lex Luger

[Refrain]
I, double-L, A, M, E
I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I, C, A
I, double-L, A, M, E
I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I, C, A (swag)

[Verse 1]
Wake me up in the mornin'
Versace out with this gold on
We roll around in them ponies
205 in your hometown and you know this
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I)
Big medallions, I keep it stylish, you ain't notice?
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I)
Put you down on my Brodus
This that Paris flow,
100 digits, no area codes
Hangin' out in 'em white streets
All black where the hipsters go
Everybody here chokin'
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I)
Serious rap, your serious rap's too focused
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I)
Stressin' out while we coolin' out

[Chorus]
Big buds, Brussel sprouts
Big boobs, let 'em out
Chillin', homie, my chain heavy
Might as well let your dogs out (swag)
Rottweilers, Great Danes
Smart bitch, dumb brain (swag)
Flip the bird, hit the swerve
Somehow niggas done missed the curve (swag)

[Refrain]
I, double-L, A, M, E
I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I, C, A (swag)
I, double-L, A, M, E
I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I, C, A (swag)

[Verse 2]
Boss shit, too fresh to go floss it
Too cold for Jack Frost, bitch
Throwin' up in that mosh pit
Tony got this bitch chokin'
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I)
Fifty-two in that Hoover Benz so we locin'
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I)
Suicide and they pokin'
This that dentist flow, organic Arsenio
Chillin' out in them white streets
All black where the hipsters go
Everybody here floatin'
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I)
Serious Wapanese, all them Japanese holdin'
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I)

[Chorus]
Big buds, Brussel sprouts
Big boobs, let 'em out
Four chains, let 'em hang
Golden egg in my pinky ring
Might as well let them dogs out
Rottweilers, Great Danes
Smart bitch, dumb brain
Flip the bird, hit the swerve
Somehow niggas done missed the curve

[Refrain]
I, double-L, A, M, E
I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I, C, A (swag)
I, double-L, A, M, E
I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I, C, A (swag)
I, double-L, A, M, E
I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I, C, A (swag)
I, double-L, A, M, E
I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I, C, A (swag)
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I) (swag)
(I, double-L, A, M, E, R, I) (swag)

Produced by: Travi$ Scott

[Hook]
The stars are out tonight
Let 'em fall over you
If I run away tonight
I blame it all on you
And we party every night
And I blame it all on you

[Verse]
And we gon' fly to Vegas
We gon' raise them glasses when I finally make it
And go home and hit up all the places
Where a nigga grew up and see these bitches I dated
So eager, to treat us like Caesars
I'mma catch amnesia, they gon' have they D's up
So I might remember, when the nights was dimmer
Had nobody to look to, older brother was iller
Seen the look in his eyes, then see straight to her soul
What he feeling inside, damn I never would know

[Hook]
And we party every night
And I blame it all on you
The stars are out tonight
Let 'em fall over you
If I run away tonight
I’ll blame it all on you
And we party every night
And I blame it all on you
And I blame it all on you
And I blame it all on you
And we party every night
And I blame it all on you

[Verse 2]
Sweet winter, got head before my dinner
Scream by the half and now we in the mirror
Around this time tonight, niggas is niggas
So we gon' hit the town tonight, roll up the killa
There go my soul, you get the picture
Holy grail filled with wine to pass time
What I fantasize in due time that come alive
And we just pray to god we all be still alive
And we so fly tonight
Hope a nigga touch the sky tonight

[Bridge]
And the stars is out so bright
Let 'em shine over you
And we dance across tonight
I blame it all on you

[Verse 3]
Shut the lights down when I’m in the place
The time is right now, feelin' out of space
It’s like '99, whatever happened to Ma$e
Gotta make it ahead of time like hookers in a race
We gon' shine before they hate us
Eat before the waiters, now more than ever

[Hook]
The stars are out tonight
Let 'em fall over you
If I run away tonight
I'll blame it all on you
And we party every night
And I blame it all on you

Analogue

——Credits——
Primary Artist: ASTRØ E
Produced by: ASTRØ E
Written by: ASTRØ E
Lead & Background Vocals: ASTRØ E, DMX
——Lyrics——
[Intro: ASTRØ E]
I got to get out of here
I got to get out
I got to get out of here

[Verse: ASTRØ E]
Yeah, niggas looking at me like I'm going crazy
I'm way too nice, I let it slide, but it don't really faze me
So I pray overnight that their teeth overbite
Then pray again, for my sins and for my life
And its not like, I don't like, what's in life (I love life)
Cause I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome (Yeah yeah)
I'll date a white girl soundin' black on phone (Yeah yeah)
Lip balm, she was some nun bitch from saint-john
I don't think they understand my flow (No they don't)
I like to take my life real nice and slow (Really slow)
I swear I get rushed like I'm tweaking off a blow (I feel it in my toes)
Yeah bitch suck dick, blow bitch blow (Woah)
Shawty with the fit from Black Widow (Shawty bad)
Yeah she come back drunk after making song sicko mode (It's lit)
These niggas think they sophisticated cause they like to smoke
But I'm here killing 'em slow, I got their lungs on hold
And you know I always put that work in
Cause, somewhere in America Ice Spice is twerking
(Ha ha, twerk mami mami twerk)

[Bridge: ASTRØ E]
Huh, I might need a job
Niggas online are lost
Ever since Steve was gone
Ya'll just stay on lock

[Verse 2: ASTRØ E & 𝘋𝘔𝘟]
Huh, I'm the nigga with a plan I'm coming for ya'll
I'm going up top and I'm going raw
Like the fucking dawg that I am
I make them blonds look at me in awe (𝘎𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳, 𝘳𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘳𝘶𝘧𝘧)
Yeah, make them other niggas really wish they was me
Fuck all three, look at ASTRØ E
I'm always honored when they hate on me
Cause I know that the truth will help me climb the tree
So fuck them other niggas
They make sounds like a wither
Fuck them other niggas
They make sounds like a wither
These demonic ass niggas really stay in your liver
Like even WorldStar it's just porn at this point
Even Ye wanna make whole site
And that ain't right, I can't indite
So I'ma just take my ass out of here
Get out of here, way out of here
Nigga I got to get out of here

OOOUT OF HERE

——Credits——
Primary Artist: ASTRØ E
Produced by: SCHIEBER, ASTRØ E
Written by: ASTRØ E, J8YDEN
Lead & Background Vocals: ASTRØ E
——Lyrics——
[Intro]
We made it, we made it
We made it, we made it
We made it, nahh

[Chorus]
We made out high school, we was tired of it (Ohhh)
4 years serving dog food, we was tired of it (Ohhh)
20 years look at coach Chew, aren't you tired of it? (Ohhh)
Can't even use the bathroom, shit is full of nic (Ohhh)

[Post-Chorus]
(Fuck)
Mind racing, can't shake off the days (Noo)
Take these pills no matter if night or day (Yeah)
All through the day I'm lost in a maze (All through the day)
My mind in a craze, I feel so out of place (Out of place)

[Verse]
I'm a skinny brown bastard riding right pass ya (Skrrt skrrt)
I tend to lose my thoughts when I walk (Huh)
They say I'm a slave so tell me the master (Who the master?)
Now his head on the pendant by the cross
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
It goes A day, B day, A day B day
Sometimes afraid, they might bring AK (Do- do- do-)
No I don't wanna sound obnoxious, but watch this
These niggas really gotta stay cautious
And no that's not a threat, that's my conscious
And I hate when conversates can't relate (Ahhh ahh)
You know it be fucking up my groove when I'm in a bad mood (Ahhh ahh)
(We made it, we made it, we made it, we made it, we made it, nahhh)

[Bridge]
If it were up to me nigga, I'd also be back home
But that's not what parents thought when they left their homes 
I don't think you understand, they don't want you in a gang
They just want some winning sons 
They don't want you smoking like bums

[Chorus]
We made out high school, we was tired of it (Ohhh)
4 years serving dog food, we was tired of it (Ohhh)
20 years look at coach Chew, aren't you tired of it? (Ohhh)
Can't even use the bathroom, shit is full of nic (Ohhh)

[Post-Chorus]
(Fuck)
Mind racing, can't shake off the days (Noo)
Take these pills no matter if night or day (Yeah)
All through the day I'm lost in a maze (All through the day)
My mind in a craze, I feel so out of place

[Outro]
No, I don't wanna go back to school
No, I don't wanna go back to school
(And the kids sing)
We will understand, if they don't (Yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more
(Haha, Yea say it louder)
We will understand, if they don't (Sing it, yah)
We don't want they bullshit no more

TIRED OF IT

prod. Gecko

[Chorus]
Never, felt this way before
Never in my life (Ahhh, ahhh)
Never, felt this way before
At least for a while (Ahhh, ahhh)
Never, felt this way before
Never in my life (Oooh, ohhh)
Never, felt this way before
I pray it doesn’t die (Ahhh, ahhh)

[Verse]
They say she fucked the whole crew
I really hope it ain’t true
Cause I think I fell for you
I think I felt for you
If it is then I rather not know
I think its best if you keep it unknown (Unknown)
Cause, what’s a 1 of 1 if you hoe?
They been up and down that bitch before
And they never even got to met the family
He hit it raw and grabbed your bra, laid his seed
Now he wants a plan B, you a plan B
(So lets pretend you were always alone)
And she knows that ain’t real affection 
And he knows he’s got a really bad obsession

[Refrain]
Ooh we at the night show
In night clothes (Ahhh)
All black everything (Ohhh)
All black everything (Ahhh)
All black everything (Ohhh)

[Bridge]
Please don’t let go of my hand (Ohhh)
Yeah, you’re learning my dance (Ohhh)
Think we’re caught in a trance (Ahhh)
Think I’m caught in a trance (Ahhh)

[Verse 2]
Fuck, I think I fell for the trap
I'm getting way too attached
I might have feelings for a thot bitch
She got my heart held hostage
And it don’t make no sense cause we only met once
Been alone for way too long, I think need some company
And fuck a vape I rather roll a fat blunt with ya
Fuck a vape I rather roll a fat blunt with ya

[Bridge]
We would be better together
We would be better together
We would be better together
I don’t know anyone better
Its okay if “no”
If you don’t feel the same love
I just been alone way too long
I been on my road for way too long

[Chorus]
Never, felt this way before
Never in my life (Ahhh, ahhh)
(Never in my life, never in my life)
Never, felt this way before
At least for a while (Ahhh, ahhh)
(At least for a while, At least for a while)
Never, felt this way before
Never in my life (Oooh, ohhh)
(Never in my life, never in my life, ahh)
Never, felt this way before
I pray it doesn’t die (Ahhh, ahhh)
(I pray it doesn’t die, I pray it doesn’t die)
(Would you rather be friends?)

never in my life

Prod. CDM!
Recorded Dec 15, 2024

[Chorus]
God got me, huh God got me
God got me, God got me
God got me, yeah, God got me
Huh, God got me, God got me

[Post-Chorus]
God told me when you, when you
Gonna read the word today?
(His word today, huhhh)
Every day that pass by
Are you just gonna sin away?
(Sin away, huhhh)

[Verse]
Fallen angel, he dropped out for a label
Didn't work like he hoped it would
So now he working baleful (Oh no)
He wanna prove you're not worth the lovin' (Oo' wow)
So he goin' tempt you, tempt you into lustin' (Oh wow)
No, you can't let it slide
You can't you, can't let it slide
He tells no truth, he goin' buy you with a Redeye
Worldly possessions you can't fight it
The devil gotcha, the devil gotcha, the devil gotcha
No, he owns the music, he owns the brands
Oh he has a horrible plan
Believe in Jesus
And God gotcha, God gotcha, God gotcha
Yeah, he's the blueprint, he owns the land
Oh he has a wonderful plan

[Bridge]
Uhhhhh, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Woahhhh
(Woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus]
God got me, huh God got me
God got me, God got me
God got me, yeah, God got me
Huh, God got me, God got me

[Post-Chorus]
God told me when you, when you
Gonna read the word today?
His word today, huhhh

Written by: ASTRØ E, GOD

I SPOKE TO GOD, HE ASKED WHEN I WAS GONNA READ HIS WORD

Produced by: 7INK & LONDON RAIN
@user-306245677

[Verse 1: LONDON RAIN]
I'm still falling for her
The memories in the dirt
Didn't wanna be lonely
I'd would rather be hurt

[Chorus: LONDON RAIN]
It's like 20 past 4
I'm slowly fading into a dream
Close my eyes, heart cold
Nobody knows how it feels

[Bridge: LONDON RAIN]
(Falling for her)
Close my eyes
(Memories in the dirt)
Eyes (Wanna be lonely)
Close my eyes
(Rather be hurt)

[Chorus: LONDON RAIN]
It's like 20 past 4
I'm slowly fading into a dream
Close my eyes, heart cold
Nobody knows how it feels

[Verse 2: ASTRØ E]
(How it feels)
You said you didn't want anything
But I'm not just anything
I wanna show you a wedding ring
Maybe will get together then
And I know my chances are so low
That shit is draggin' on the floor yo
But there ain't nothing wrong
With a little bit of hope
Girl I got more than the pope
And I don't know how to say this but-
I think I fell in love with ya
Save it for later, I want you back
How you gonna say it to the niggas
That don't love you back

[Bridge: ASTRØ E]
They don't know who you are
They don't know what you love
Cause they don't go this far
They don't know that I-
Fell in love with a rider
Fell in love with eyes lighter
Fell in love with truss like fire

[Verse 3: ASTRØ E]
I know its crazy-
Crazy? I was crazy once
They locked me in room
A rubber room
A rubber room with rats
And rats make me crazy

[Chorus: LONDON RAIN & ASTRØ E]
It's like 20 past 4
I'm slowly fading into a dream
Close my eyes, heart cold
Nobody knows how it feels

[Interlude: ASTRØ E]
(I'll wait) I will wait for you
I'll wait for you (Ahhhh)
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you (Ahhhh)
If no one cares for you
If no one dares to make a move
I'll be right here
Hmmm, hmmm
I'll be right here, I'll be right here
Hmmm, hmmm
I'll be right here, I'll be right here
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm

[Outro: LONDON RAIN]
(Falling for her)
(Memories in the dirt)
(Wanna be lonely)

Written by: ASTRØ E, LONDON RAIN

Falling For Her (ft. LONDON RAIN)

Produced by ASTRØ E

[Intro: ASTRØ E]
(Ahhhhmmmm)
Huh, I move like a motherfucker
I move like a motherfucker
I move like a motherfucker

[Chorus: ASTRØ E]
I move like a motherfucking champion
They’re like ay E, you got these niggas saying somethin'
Shhh, I thought a nigga said some
They talking bout me and I don’t even know these niggas
I’m really quiet, I do my own lil thing
Ride around in my old school thing
Shawty wanna hold it down for me
Put it deep she will never leave

[Verse 1: ASTRØ E]
Niggas really loud, too many anthems (Anthems)
Everything I hear, sounds so random (Random)
They needa pipe down, before they go ransom (Ransom)
Don't come over here looking for answers (Answers)
I'd rather be a nerd then a fuck nigga (Fuck niggas)
You need an area of a circle? (Dumb niggas)
I gotchu my nigga 
A=πr² (Yeah, yeah)
3 millimeter power 2, don't be scared
2 minutes 500 dollars, so easy for us
2 days 6 bands, too easy for us
And we ain't stealing, ain't cheating
No weed to sell
We just buy or sell
We ain't dying somewhere

[Bridge: ASTRØ E]
(Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh)
Told my ma we goin be champions
(Yea-yeah, Yea-yeah)
If they hate, let em hate, we won

[Chorus: ASTRØ E]
I move like a motherfucking champion
They’re like ay E, you got these niggas saying somethin
Shhh, I thought a nigga said some
They talking bout me and I don’t even know these niggas
I’m really quiet, I do my own lil thing
Ride around in my old school thing
Shawty wanna hold it down for me
Put it deep she will never leave

[Verse 2: JADED]
Bitch I've been moving like a motherfucking champion
When I hit that bitch, she goin turn into a dancer
When she hit me up, told that bitch to put her hands up
You're girl gave me toppy like you never taught her manners
She my little dirty dancer
She said "what  your sign?"
I told that girl I'm a cancer
That shit cap
I just wanna fuck so I just gave a random answer

[Bridge: JADED]
They can't even never get on my level
I've been working for G-O-D
Not the devil
You on the losing team
God already won, he a champion
(Champion, champion, champion)
(Champion, champion, champion)
(Champion, champion, champion)

[Chorus: ASTRØ E]
I move like a motherfucking champion
They’re like ay E, you got these niggas saying somethin
Shhh, I thought a nigga said some
They talking bout me and I don’t even know these niggas
I’m really quiet, I do my own lil thing
Ride around in my old school thing
Shawty wanna hold it down for me
Put it deep she will never leave

[Outro: JADED]
Heard they lerking, lerking lerking
Lerking, lerking lerking

Written by: ASTRØ E, JADED

CHAMPIONS (ft. JADED)

[Intro: Future & 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙Ø 𝘌]
(Wheezy outta here)
Woah, woah (808 Mafia)
Woah, woah
Woah, ski
Wide body on the Lambo kit
Wide body, woah-woah
Wide body on the Lambo kit
(𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖)
Wide body, woah

[Verse 1: Future]
Feel like fuckin' these rackies off
Your ho fuckin' a rapper (Woah, woah)
Your ho been fuckin' a trapper
Your ho been fuckin' a trapper
I don't get into the chatter, huh
Pimpin' ain't dead, they cappin'
She worship a nigga, I'm havin' it
Ask me how it feel, tycoon
Too many hundreds, can't fit in the room
Blue room (Shh), he gone off balloon
Went past the trenches and went to the moon
Givenchy, Givenchy from 2002
Pretty lil' model run straight through the crew
Jumpin' in Prada, bitch tyin' my shoe
Take off her mink on the Patek, she goated
That throat is a GOAT, you know how it go

[Chorus: Future]
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah, woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah, woah)
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah)
Charge them hoes (Woo, wow)

[Verse 2: ASTRØ E]
The way that I hopped on this beat
Might think that I charged for a feat (Yeah)
Good things made illegally (Ohhh)
Gotta delete the scene
Blood, murder everywhere
Real hero’s don’t save the streets
Nigga its hot, hot on the block (Ohh, ohhh)
Might think that play for the heat (Ohhh)
Bitch get off me
Ahh, I’m still designing my dream (Swamp Izzo)
Stack up the money like architect
Wait I sing with my bling
Huh yeah, I live in Miami
Where niggas still falling for traps (Oh no)
She just made a profit off another pervert
All she did was shake ass on the gram (Ta ha ha)

[Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)
Thumb through dog shit, yeah, thumb through dog shit
Thumb through chicken shit, yeah, thumb through cow shit
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)
Thumb through horse shit, yeah, thumb through horse shit
Poppin' mad shit, yeah, poppin' mad shit, yeah
(Drivin' through the city, lookin' for a Henxhman, hah, charge)

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Drivin' through the city, lookin' for a what?
I'll put his head in the bag (Hah)
I stay blammin', yeah, that's me (Hah)
But he don't know, I got a mask (Hah)
Gen5 came with the TEC (Hah)
New Gen5 with the tags (Ah)
I was born ready, ho, red flag (Hah)
It was already up, it been there (Hah, hah)
All my hoes on the Roxies (Hah, hah)
All my hoes on the Roxies (Hah, hah)
All my hoes on the Roxies (Hah, hah)
Jump out the coupe, I'ma hit 'em, I dead 'em
All of these hundreds, can't believe I'm a felon
There go my shooter, you know I'm rebellin'
Call up my vibe, she handle my weapon

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Charge my ho a fee (Woah)
Charge my ho a— (Woah, woah)
Charge my ho a fee
Charge my ho a fee (Yeah, yeah)
Charge my ho a fee (Yeah, yeah)
Charge my ho a— (Yeah, yeah)
Charge my ho a fee (Schyeah)

[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, ain't talkin' publishin', I paid the dues with my G's (Straight up)
Hermès trays and Cartier sprays, I got a whole case for the plane (Woah)
Ain't no budget, I'm buggin', David say, "You spent twelve million on the stage just to rage"
That's just play money, ain't even playin'
Still remain, I'm Blocka La Flame
Ain't chargin' the game, I'm chargin' that ho a fee (It's lit)

[Chorus: Future & Travis Scott]
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge, yeah)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)
Thumb through dog shit, yeah, thumb through dog shit
Thumb through chicken shit, yeah, thumb through cow shit
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)
Thumb through horse shit, yeah, thumb through horse shit
Poppin' mad shit, yeah, poppin' mad shit

I AM MUSIC

CHARGE DEM HOES A FEE

[Intro]
(Yeah I've been known)
(Yeah, yeah I've been told ya)
(Yeah)
Yeah I'm back home
(Woah)
Kinda missing Rome
(Missing Rome)
Yeah I'm missing home
(Yeah I'm missing Rome)
Ha ha, felt like that was home

[Chorus]
(Wow, wow)
(Wah, wah, wow)
The way I gas the go
I might lose control
(Wow, wow)
(Wah, wah, wow)
I like the way she get it on
Ain't no X & O's
(Wow, wow)
(Wah, wah, wow)
Mosh pit wide
Made me lose my soul
(Wow, wow)
(Wah, wah, wow)
Went back to God
He said the doors were never closed

[Verse]
You ever wonder why I got a God Flow? (Gospel)
Cause I was 14 when I thought so (Yeah I thought so)
I'm the Lebron, when it comes to making songs
Huh, taking mama, papa to the top floor (Yeah we rich, rich)
Luxury rap Hermès of verses (I'm good at verses)
I bet my purse is better cause I'm making them perfect
She wanna dance with me
Come and dance with me
Is she trynna fuck?
Is she trynna what?
Huh, nutted on her braces
Now my kids behind bars (Bar)
We're living fast and we ain't even driving cars
(No Skrrt-skrrt)
Yeah you unc now
Huh, 23 years old, you can't jump now
Why you balding so fast? (Ahhh)
Man its not a race 
I can make you feel old in your face (Ahhh)
You got a baby on the way (Ahhh)
Need extra space
When the other one come around
We'll be hella famous

[Chorus]
(Wow, wow)
(Wah, wah, wow)
The way I gas the go (Ohhh)
I might lose control
(Wow, wow)
(Wah, wah, wow)
I like the way she get it on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't no X & O's
(Wow, wow)
(Wah, wah, wow)
Mosh pit wide (Ohhh)
Made me lose my soul
(Wow, wow)
(Wah, wah, wow)
Went back to God (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
He said the doors were never closed

WOW! [Prod. PetRan]

Produced by ASTRØ E
Sample: @shanaya-dsilva-557033576

[Intro]
(Woo)
They try me (Woo)
(Woo)
They try (Woo)
(Woo)
Deprive me (Woo)
(Woo)
They try (Woo)

[Chorus]
Hope I pass this level
Hopes high, can't die to the devil
(No they try me)
(I keep fighting yeah)
It's kind of hard to be this humble
I know I spazzed on instrumental
(I made this Roblox beat)
(How you goin' say it's not heat?)

[Verse]
Do you see my vision?
Hear the vision
Just take a listen
It be hittin' (Yeah it's stone cold)
Yeah we fuck shit up at the club
Nigga getting every single number like a thug
I got niggas asking how I pull all the huzz
No clues, I just live life next to subs
Lust, she wanna play games, duck, duck, goose
Puff puff pass then the blunt get loose

[Bridge]
Hmmm (Woo)
We get high (Yeah yeah yeah)
You feel the vibe? (Woahhh)
Touch the sky

[Chorus]
Hope I pass this level
Hopes high, can't die to the devil
(No they try me)
(I keep fighting yeah)
It's kind of hard to be this humble
I know I spazzed on instrumental
(I made this Roblox beat)
(How you goin' say it's not heat?)

[Interlude]
Woo ohh (Obby)
Woo ohh (Obby)
Yeah, yuh
Rock, rock, rock
(Roblox beat)
(Hmmm) We get high, high
So high, mmhm
We reach the sky
Touch the sky
We pass the skies
Pass the sky

[Verse 2]
Huh, I fuck it up
I be really pushin' shit, that they don't love
Man, fuck them niggas, I put it up
Middle finger to the air, its not enough
Huh, diamonds on me, you can't touch
Nigga you drink 7 up, you shouldn't judge
7/11 nigga, I'ma boutta blow it up
You smell like shit nigga, I think you need a dove
Calm your bitch
She go gawk, gawk, gawk, on another dick
Shut up, shut up, no percussion
This a different kind of drumming
1000 niggas landing in London
To fuck one bitch?
That's a different type of loving
I can’t listen and not judge
You on some stupid shit, Its not tuff
I do stupid shit, but its fun
They want me to stop- this loser shit, and get drunk

ROBLOX OBBY

Produced by ASTRØ E

[Pre-Chorus]
(Huh, huh, huh, uhh, huhh, huh)
Crash out this bitch, yea I'm fucking fatal
Internet fame, help me fuck a famous hoe
Broke to a billion, Jeff Bezos
Every night I wonder if I ever made gold

[Chorus]
Every night, I try
Every night, I cry
Cause I can't seem to quite
Bring my love to light

[Verse]
Hmm, the way she got me feeling
Make a nigga think, she's owned by the devil
What a rebel, thought I was special
She always take some shit, to another level
But I'll never settle
Cause I know there's nobody better than me
I would never sell my soul, you know, you know
My biggest fans are haters, and they troll
they troll, they troll
(Dumb shit found the most)
Hip hop lost it's soul
(That shit got to go)
She's dead and gone

[Pre-Chorus]
(Huh, huh, huh, uhh, huhh, huh)
Crash out this bitch, yea I'm fucking fatal
Internet fame, help me fuck a famous hoe
Broke to a billion, Jeff Bezos
Every night I wonder if I ever made gold

[Chorus]
Every night, I try
Every night, I cry
Cause I can't seem to quite
Bring my love to light

[Verse 2]
Fuck that trill nigga
I'm a realer nigga
I've been on this shit since I was little nigga
Same sound but a better singer (Ohhhh)
Flame loud Ima break the mirror
Wait now, don't attack me yet, I need to sign my deal
Wait, I'm in I'm way to deep
In this bitch heavenly
Ride round mean as fuck 
They holla at me cause the beamer (Heavenly)
Blacked out and it's dark as fuck
How these low life niggas seen us (Woo oh ohh)
They holla at me, era era era dingus  
They call out my name like I'm Jesus
She want my name for her new fetus
(Woooahhhhhh)

[Pre-Chorus]
(Huh, huh, uhh, huhh, huh)
Crash out this bitch, yea I'm fucking fatal
Internet fame, help me fuck a famous hoe
Broke to a billion, Jeff Bezos
Every night I wonder if I ever made gold

[Chorus]
Every night, I try
Every night, I cry
Cause I can't seem to quite
Bring my love to light

[Outro]
Every night, I try
Every night, I cry
Cause I can't seem to quite
Bring my love to light

Every Night

Reupload

Produced by ASTRØ E
.
.
[Intro]
Yeah it's ASTRO (Woahhh)
It's early, in the morning (Woahhh)
You know how I roll (Ohhh)

[Chorus]
I don't call for money
I go off the map
I take care of the bills
I'll take care of that
She say she don't know me
I'm like a zombie
Chasing paper to fill my bags
It get lonely

[Post-Chorus]
Huh, yeah I'm woke
Early in the morning
Know how I roll
I'm yerming and germing
Tic tac toe, you playing really dirty
Ex got a line, she curvy, she curve me

[Verse 1]
I'ma troll on the net
Niggas mad, fuck a flex
I'm twisting up words, I fuck up the world
It don't matter cause the world keep on turning
Oh don't be so mad at me, the world already burning (Sorry)
Ride classic, fuck the planet (Classic)
What's so wrong with automatic? (Matic)
I'm snow bunny fanatic
I love her nude, not dramatic
I'm not a fascist
I love them blacked
Everyone racist
You can't deny that

[Bridge]
Free my cuzzo out the jail cell
Spend too much time in there, there

[Chorus]
I don't call for money
I go off the map (Woahhh)
I take care of the bills
I'll take care of that
(Take- take care of that)
She say she don't know me
I'm like a zombie
Chasing paper to fill my bags
It get lonely

[Post-Chorus]
Huh, yeah I'm woke (Oh, oh)
Early in the morning (Oh, oh)
Know how I roll (Woah, woah)
I'm yerming and germing (Oh, oh)
Tic tac toe, you playing really dirty (Oh, oh)
Ex got a line, she curvy, she curve me (Woah, woah)

[Verse 2]
Smiles to sternest
Cause God is goin' verdict
His children now are the furthest
From their homes
Now he needs a permit
What did he do to deserve this?
Lets bring it back to worship
Father come back home
You drinking Dasani
Must mean you're salty
You fuck up my mood
You breakin' the rules
Yeah I keep my cool
My holidays are summer days
I'm out in the nude, she out with her boobs
I'm fightin' the fumes, it's hotter than June
I'm out of my head, I'm out on the road
It's nowhere to go, I gave her my soul

[Chorus]
I don't call for money
I go off the map (I go off the map)
I take care of the bills
I'll take care of that (I'll take care of that)
She say she don't know me
I'm like a zombie
Chasing paper to fill my bags
It get lonely

[Post-Chorus]
Huh, yeah I'm woke
Early in the morning
Know how I roll
I'm yerming and germing
Tic tac toe, you playing really dirty
Ex got a line, she curvy, she curve me

[Verse 3]
Darker than Anakin
Aura make you a mannequin
Red lights, I menacing
I'm on the big screen, Regal
You're just a moving screen, you're illegal
All these freak hoes
Misdeemed my lingo
This dick can't be legal
No not past pringles
But I could still, knock down her door
Yeah all these free throws
Make a nigga swing for some 4’s
Man you niggas is soft
I talk how I talk
You're jealousy make you stalk a lot
So I do my thing while your at it
Play strings for the dramatic ending

[Chorus]
I don't call for money
I go off the map (Woahhh)
I take care of the bills
I'll take care of that
(Take- take care of that)
She say she don't know me
I'm like a zombie
Chasing paper to fill my bags
It get lonely

[Post-Chorus]
Huh, yeah I'm woke
Early in the morning
Know how I roll
I'm yerming and germing
Tic tac toe, you playing really dirty
Ex got a line, she curvy, she curve me

GO OFF THE MAP

Produced by ecstasy

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah it's ASTRO
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah- woah

[Chorus]
Fuck fast a lane, turn this bitch sideways
T.O.K.Y.O eatin' Udon my way
Huh, pay off the bill, yeah we play on Steinways
You run up the hill, just to get to my place

[Post-Chorus]
You chase the fame with pain
That's how you get chained here
She love the rockstar lifestyle

[Verse]
I thought (I thought)
I chose (I chose)
A field (A field)
Where talent is shared (Is shared)
I fear (I fear)
It seems (It seems)
Like trying disappeared (Disappeared)
I give, my all, it's not enough to make it here
(Crash out, crash out)
Fuck ya'll niggas, man it's lame in here
(I know I'm not all that, but damn)
Feels like I'm livin' on planet Kamino
Yeah, us niggas all clones, it's written in our bones
Whatever yall fuck niggas got going on
Yeah I been on
Ain't nothing wrong with waisan hoes
I vibe for it

[Bridge]
Fuck yeah, I'm down with it
She got that ass for it

[Chorus]
Fuck fast a lane, turn this bitch sideways
T.O.K.Y.O eatin' Udon my way
Huh, pay off the bill, yeah we play on Steinways
You run up the hill, just to get to my place

[Post-Chorus]
You chase the fame with pain
That's how you get chained here
She love the rockstar lifestyle

[Outro]
Fuck fast a lane, turn this bitch sideways
T.O.K.Y.O eatin' Udon my way
Huh, pay off the bill, yeah we play on Steinways
You run up the hill, just to get to my place

TOKYO

Produced by when? & ASTRØ E

[Chorus]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
I got God with me right by my side
Love my dead presidents, I got pride
They some real niggas, they don't switch sides
It's kinda funny how the land kills the kind
Got these human beings fighting for their life
How can you hate my nigga, I've been super nice
(I'm nice, so nice)
(Wanna know what else is nice?)

[Verse]
P.I.Z.Z.A
That's how
I make my dough (Fast cash)
Watch out
She got ass that will swallow up a G string (Fat ass)
We go to pound town
Know that I'm leaving (Skrrt skrrt)
In this lifestyle, yeah these girls want one thing (Woo)
Lucy's wild style, yeah you know she love jumping
You say you love my songs but I never hear you hummin'
Mmh, mmh
Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
My heart just, took a bee sting
No love on this island, why the good girls always leaving
They kicked my good girl out
I can't believe it
You know what I do believe in though?
(God)

[Chorus]
I got God with me right by my side
Love my dead presidents, I got pride
They some real niggas, they don't switch sides
It's kinda funny how the land kills the kind
Got these human beings fighting for their life
How can you hate my nigga, I've been super nice
(I'm nice, so nice)
(wanna know what else is nice?)

SUPER NICE

Produced by ASTRØ E

[Intro]
Shit sound like heaven
Heaven, heaven
I wanna go to heaven
Heaven, heaven

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna fly (Fly, high)
And touch the sky (Fly)
I wanna fly (Fly, high)
So high (So, high)

[Chorus]
I wanna fly away
Reach the sky today
Ohh, feels like this is heaven, heaven
Looking like heaven, heaven
What a blessing it is to say goodbye

[Verse 1]
Hey, you better watch who you talking to
You thought I had, no clue (Huh?)
Why you talking bout me?
You can't tie your shoe (What the fu-)
"Wawawa" is all we hear
When you talk your poo (Shit)
I make a song while I fight the flu
Wondering if it's from the cruise (Woo)
Sta-sta-stay 6 feet I got my aura loose
Back away from my booger juice
Baggy jeans made her pussy loose
Tennis chain on my white tee
Oh, I'm so stylish (I'm so stylish)
Nigga I know that I'm biased (Yeah)
What's so wrong with loving me?
(Yeah I love-la-la-love me)
Bring out the mirror I'm kissing me
(Mwah Mwah)

[Bridge]
R&C (Rum & Coke)
Is all I need (Is all I need)
To feel like a rockstar
(Feel like a rockstar)
Yeah I do this my style (Do this my style)
Money (Cash)
Is all I need (Is all I need)
To feel like a popstar (Hee Hee)
Yeah I love my stockpile (Stockpile)

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna fly (Fly high)
And touch the sky (Fly)
I wanna fly (Fly high)
So high (So high)

[Chorus]
I wanna fly away
Reach the sky today
Ohh, feels like this is heaven, heaven
Looking like heaven, heaven
What a blessing it is to say goodbye

[Verse 2]
Dark thoughts in the night time
I wanna go already, I wanna get this done
My life is still young still
But I would rather be with God
And I think that says some
So I'm not on my way just yet
I got a lot to prove that I'm like none of you niggas
Ya'll see (Left eye)
When I'm up (Aaliyah)
Finally
You gave a fuck
Rest in peace to those-
Who will never know
They inspired another young nigga
Like a domino, yeah I'm falling over
When you coming home, yeah I'm feeling lone
They stand by me, X cry with me, MJ don't sleep
Let them rest in peace
Wow, you really did it this time
This time, you really hit it big time
Big time, you left me cause you wanted that inside
(I can't seem to find my cruise bae)
And it stays in the back of my mind
Sometimes I wish I could-

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna fly (Fly high)
(Fly away)
And touch the sky (Fly)
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I wanna fly (Fly high)
(Yeah yeah yeah)
So high (So high)
(Ooh oh oh, ohh oh oh) 

[Chorus]
I wanna fly away (So far away)
Reach the sky today
Ohh, feels like this is heaven, heaven
Looking like heaven, heaven
What a blessing it is to say goodbye

[Interlude]
(Ahhhhhh)
Woah (Woah)
Woah (Woah)
Yeah, fuck them niggas that dislike me
I'm everything that they wanna be
Fuck you mean I can't try here?
Fuck you mean? I'm getting out of here
Yeah fly, high, past the skies
Yeah fly, fly, fly
Go ahead and lose your minds (Yeah)
(Woah woah woah oh oh oh oh oh oh)
I'm reaching heaven heaven
Heaven, heaven
Look at me
I would never ever fall back down (Fly)
(You can try)
Look at me
I would never ever fall back down

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna fly
(I wanna fly)
And touch the sky
(And touch the sky)
I wanna fly
(I wanna fly)
So high
(So high)

[Chorus]
I wanna fly away
Reach the sky today
Ohh, feels like this is heaven, heaven
Looking like heaven, heaven
What a blessing it is to say goodbye

ASTRØ E ✪

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