Travis Scott – The Curse 

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ooh-oh
Yeah
Yeah, ooh-oh
Yeah, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse

[Chorus]
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
Niggas always plottin' on your worth, yeah
But momma always taught you put in work
Put in work, yeah, put in work, yeah
When your niggas switch up on you, that's the worst, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah, ooh-ah

[Verse 1]
Got a call on the plane, I just left Meech
Second row, the guy next to me havin' a slick conversation
Mama said the state denied for the fifth time
She need to borrow right now, yeah
I wrapped the money, flew it like a kite to H-Town, yeah
Now we on now like the light bill, but never cuttin' off, yeah
I'm on top now, still comin' down, but never fallin' off, yeah
I might need the distance, all I need is time, time
Can't even look at my phone line
Without a couple texts that I can't deny
Locked the phone, I had to close my eyes
Half the time, man, they tellin' lies
Who to trust? Man, I can't decide
Nowadays, we just don't reply
But they know my name, they compare it, still
We was busting seals before we had a mil'
We done had the grills before we had a deal
I'm a Houston nigga, that's what made me here
That's the curse, yeah

[Bridge]
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
But your momma always taught you put in work
Put in work, yeah, put in work, yeah
Yeah! Yeah!

[Verse 2]
They might hit you with that Tyga, never do you right
Hit you with that Bill Cosby, thirty bitches overnight
I might have to hit my back up, hit that 713 side
I might have to pull a Tiger, I might have to crash my ride
Can't be like you niggas, no, can't be like you guys
I can't tell no stories, no, I can't tell no lies
All we do is money, do that money exercise
We just pay our taxes, pay our tax, don't pay no mind
That's the worst

[Refrain]
They love you, then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you, then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah
They love you, then they hate you, that's the curse, yeah, yeah
Yeah! Yeah!

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh-wah-oh, ooh-oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeh-ayy, yeah-ayy-ayy, yeah-ah, yeah, oh, oh-ooh-ohh

The Curse

French Montana - 5 Mo (Feat. Travis Scott, Lil Durk)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yup
I'm, I'm, I'm off the Molly right now
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ahh
Yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Five mo', five in a row
They at ya door from Lamron down to the mo'
Can't get out of my head, can't keep takin' these meds
Five in a row, I want some mo'
Five mo', five in a row
They at ya door from Lamron down-down to the mo'
Can't get out of my head, can't keep takin' these meds
Like five mo', five in a row, yeah

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Lil Durk]
Na, na-na-na
And I'm killin' all my enemies
Na, na-na-na
And I'm killin' all my enemies

[Verse 1: French Montana]
On my nose a bandanna, in my neck is a Phantom
All my hoes from Atlanta, all my dogs in the slammer
Talk to Death Row, talk to Tony Montana
Bitch, talk on the low, screamin', "Frenchie Montana"
Time to fill up your head, Henny, fuck that Moët
Fall asleep in the east, wake me up on the west
Shawty calling me dada, aw, no, mommy no, no
Throwing up in the Audi after fistin' and menage

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Five mo', five in a row
They at ya door from Lamron down to the mo'
Can't get out of my head, can't keep takin' these meds
Five in a row, I want some mo'
Five mo', five in a row
They at ya door from Lamron down-down to the mo'
Can't get out of my head, can't keep takin' these meds
Like five mo', five in a row, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Straight up, in that jeep, I can't wait up
He ain't say who he say he is, he an actor, he play tough
I just copped me a Rollie, okay, I lied, 'cause I took it
Do a show in a valley, I tell 'em boys to go book
Fresh out my city, I'm shootin', land in my city, I'm coolin'
Bunch of niggas smokin' Tooka, ride with guns in a Uber
I get caught, I can't go, my lawyer fresh from Jerusalem
Audi R8 logo look like 4 kids hoola hoopin', woah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Five mo', five in a row
They at ya door from Lamron down to the mo'
Can't get out of my head, can't keep takin' these meds
Five in a row, I want some mo'
Five mo', five in a row
They at ya door from Lamron down-down to the mo'
Can't get out of my head, can't keep takin' these meds
Like five mo', five in a row, yeah

5 Mo

Travis Scott - 12 Disciples 

[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 1]
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

12 Disciples

Travis Scott – Animal (Feat. T.I.) (Prod. 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: Travis 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: Travis 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

Animal

Travis Scott - Another Check

[Chorus]
Cut the monologue
Have to close the curtain, cut the show off
Popping Xans, that bitch try not to doze off
Riding through the hood with the doors off
Seen so many strip clubs, damn, I might invest
Damn, wait they got me for another check
Order up the ouncer with the crab cake
I'm bad at holidays, you know I'm mad late

[Verse]
Last couple summer's it was soo hard
Cut the curtain on these niggas, cut the show off
Fighting off these Xannies, I don't wanna doze off
But I pop four school buses, oh my, oh Lord
Used to eat that free lunch, but it's not no more
We was whilin' outside, yeah, we had no hope
You an angel in disguise with no halo
Only thing I despise on that Jay Mo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, back in, back when, back time I guess
I get sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin, sin
We went up top, not now they can't navigate
Intimate, In the set, on and on, let your ho flow when I hit a win
Come, come again, coming back again
One more time for that nigga you gonna die-uh
H-Town waterfall, that's in that whip right there
Hit my lights and I leave

[Chorus]
Cut the monologue
Have to close the curtain, cut the show off
Popping Xans, that bitch try not to doze off
Riding through the hood with the doors off
Seen so many strip clubs, damn I might invest
Damn, wait they got me for another check
Order up the ouncer with the crab cake
I'm bad at holidays, you know I'm mad late

[Looped 2x]

Another Check

Travis Scott - sdp interlude (Extended Version)(Feat. Cassie)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
You taste good like soul food
Parked up outside in the old school
The new me back with the old you
A dog always find his way back home and it's so true
Make it home, fall through and pop one
You know the motto's "smoke some, drink some, pop one"
Got your hand on my Glock while your ass ride shotgun
High, high stakes, you risk it every day
Ride around, around
I know fuckin' ugly niggas' just not fun
Had to zero out the fake 'cause I'm not one

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
So smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one, yeah

[Chorus: Cassie & Travis Scott]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
I'ma run through
On the front stoops all gettin' ran through, yeah
Right, ball with it
Yeah, I'm in a cat call with it
Yeah, I made phone calls with it
Yeah, I made bank calls with it, yeah
And H-town lately where you find me, yeah
Ride round city, no ID, yeah
Back of the Benz where I find peace, yeah
Yeah, beats popular, and me notchin' this
From doo-wop an' 'em

[Chorus: Cassie & Travis Scott]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop — one

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
So smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one, yeah

[Chorus: Cassie & Travis Scott]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one

[Outro]
Your mama never let you guys outside
She probably still beat yo ass
Man, what the—you a virgin? You a virgin, huh?
Your lil' small, your lil' skinny-ass can't even take it
What you doin' with that weed?
Where you get that—huh?
I'ma tell your mama

Sdp Interlude (Extended Version)

Travis Scott - Dinosaurus (Feat. Yung Mazi)

[Intro: Yung Mazi & Travis Scott]
Mazi Osbourne, ya dig what the fuck I'm sayin'? You know I'm, the type of nigga that's gonna fuck a ho, send her to the store, pull off on her. You know, bitch said I had a baby on the way, I told her we gon' see on Labor Day. I ain't gonna drop a bitch off unless she stay on the spray away. Ayy, when these hoes gonna pull up for all of us? Yeah, you get what I'm saying, you wanna marry 'em, you gotta marry my niggas, fuck you mean? Tell that bitch I said shut the fuck up, sit down, and pour up
Bitch

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pop the codeine and pour the porridge
Got some shorties to pull up on us
To walk my orbit and fuck my homies
It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
With dem boys, whippin' it enormous
My dick enormous

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Fightin' the mood
Breakin' the rules, howl at the moon
Yellin' my blues, wanna hit snooze
Chase it with booze
I'm out in the noon, she out in the nude
Fightin' the fumes, it's hotter than June
I'm under the moon followin' you
I'm out of my head, I'm out on the road
It's nowhere to go, I gave you my soul
Am I right, am I wrong?
Tryna get home
The love, I'm up in the hill
My high's as low as a hill
High's as low as a hill

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pop the codeine and pour the porridge
Got some shorties to pull up on us
To walk my orbit and fuck my homies
It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
With dem boys, whippin' it enormous
My dick enormous

[Verse 2]
I'm in them ovaries, I'm in them ovaries
I don't know these niggas, ridin' with them motorists
Fallin' on some diamond bourse and now we all rich
Hidin' all this, hide in that [?], I just [?]
Now it's a party, yeah it's a garden, let's get it started
I forgot it, she pass the Marley, tweak off a molly
Pop a Xan', tie the red up
Don't hold a petty hoe for ransom
Goddamn for answer, pop on a lancer

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pop the codeine and pour the porridge
Got some shorties to pull up on us
To walk my orbit and fuck my homies
It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
With dem boys, whippin' it enormous
My dick enormous

[Pause]

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Pop the codeine and pour the porridge
Got some shorties to pull up on us
To walk my orbit and fuck my homies
It's quite enormous, my dinosaurus
You're my tourist, come be my tourist
I bought vatore, bought my wrist some more wrist
12 at the door, flush it down the toilet
With dem boys, whippin' it enormous
My dick enormous

Dinosaurus

Travis Scott - Too Many Chances

[Instrumental Refrain]
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds
...

[Verse]
First order of business, I gotta fly out my people
Way too many fakes in my face, I can see the evils
Drug addictions, bad bitches
They gotta be chose, see the peacoat
Black slacks, it's R.I.P. clothes, see amigos
Laid back, I cock the nino, game time, gang time
No time to reload, handle mine, take mine
I've gotta deebo, can't waste a minute
Rap Yeats, I master business, but still a menace
Peep my mojo I got together, I'm in my bag
Too many looks, they pocket watchin', gotta hit the gas

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look back, I see the clouds, these niggas doubt
They say a nigga'd never make it, now look at me now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hood times, I never cared, I pull up there
Outside your club, I'm at your club

[Chorus]
An' I gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many

[Instrumental Refrain]
Do it
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds
Do it
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds
Do it
...

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look back, I see the clouds, these niggas doubt
They say a nigga'd never make it, now look at me now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hood times, I never cared, I pull up there
Outside your club, I'm at your club

[Chorus]
An' I gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many

[Instrumental Refrain]
Do it
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds
Do it
If you can be real for two seconds
Or maybe a minute
Do it, don't be shy
If you can be real for two seconds
Do it, don't be shy
You know that I miss it, don't be shy
You know that, you know that
I don't go that way

Too Many Chances

London Jae - Vodka (Feat. Travis Scott)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Bit of vodka an' some juice
Yeah, yup, yup, yup

[Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae]
Okay, alright
It's time right now
Go live
Bit of vodka an' some juice
Everything keep me loose

[Verse 1: London Jae]
Bitch you outta pocket, pocket rocket poppin'
Pop it at your noggin', like you keep it comin'
Stop it, stay on topic, shoppin' in the tropics
Drop the check deposit [?]
Sunday to Sunday, I'm doublin' my profit
Hold the fuckin' phone, did this on my own
Hit the bitch I'm gone, have to keep it movin' gone way up
Mix the juice and the vodka, let's get it
Cranberry Bentley, push it to the limit, through the ceiling
[?]
Rock the Presidential when I show out on a mission
I'ma take it up a notch, I got a motherfuckin' feelin'
Yeah, London gon' make a killin'
Dippin' through the city in a lo-lo
I be with my dog, call him Toto
He don't want no fucking photos
Nigga, win or lose, I'ma do the best yeah
Pickin' through these bitches leave the rest yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae]
Okay, alright
It's time, right now
Go live
Bit of vodka an' some juice
Everything keep me loose

[Verse 2: London Jae]
Bank, bank account load it up with zero
Poppin' Percocet in the Matrix feelin' like Neo
40 load the chopper, I can shot you through the peephole
Never goin' outside, beefin' by the P.O
Got a baddest bitch around with me, I don't need [?]
Twenty-thousand a month, my new crib ain't got a keyhole
Tryna stuff my pockets with them chips like Doritos
I just want the cheese like Cheeto
Catch me up in traffic, my whip is immaculate
I wish a nigga might try me, I promise I'm packin' it
[?]
Magic City Monday, I be throwin' the cabbage, bitch I'm havin' it
Racin' through the city, fuck the speed limit
Everybody pointin' like, "Who that?" That was me in it
Back to back to back to back, sittin' on 21 like a savage
[?]

[Chorus: Travis Scott & London Jae]
Okay, alright
It's time, right now
Go live
Bit of vodka an' some juice
Everything keep me loose

Vodka

Travis Scott - Night

[Intro]
Oh lord, oh lord
Gonna make it fight

[Verse 1]
3 AM rolling stoned, all I see is dust
We feel like rockstars then we rockstars
Sex pistol posers, they never heard of us
I guess I need that white broad in that white car
So raise your glasses homie cause we seem to bring the masses homie
And shut down our whole town, fuck up shit
My homie Jon copped them grapes and they busted
Rollies and raviolis you in the cover of vogue
Don't look between the lines or it'll fuck up your mind
She let us smell the line, let it fuck up our mind
(She let us smell the line, let it fuck up our mind)

[Hook]
But the nights keep fallin', hey, ha-a a
What if the night keeps fallin', hey, ha-a a
What if the night keeps fallin'

[Verse 2]
Summer time was the illest
Used to pull up the pullup like it was Christmas
Winter time furs is too cold, told em give me mine
Last night I had a dream but I died too many times
But fuck motto, when her breasts out tell em take some fucking photos
Fill up the dressing room with will&rich and kwazi motos
So we popped the champagne so drunk spilled liquor all over her vera wang
Its timeless but how many people here know what the time is
Spend about a minute on it
From the front row to the stage it feel different don't it
So I'mma shine while I'm here make it mine while I'm here

[Hook]
But the nights keep fallin', hey, ha-a a
What if the night keeps fallin', hey, ha-a a
What if the night keeps fallin'

[Pause]

[Hook]
But the nights keep fallin', hey, ha-a a
What if the night keeps fallin', hey, ha-a a
What if the night keeps fallin'

Night

Travis Scott - Dust

[Verse 1]
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 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

Travi$ Scott

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