Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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| …because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld |
| Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh |
| That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh |
| She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway |
| Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day |
| Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy, you learned the hard way |
| Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case |
| Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla |
| All white, that Plain Jane, yeah |
| The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better |
| I took the money and flooded my bezel |
| You diamond to rock, computed the setting |
| VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle |
| I popped a molly to get on my level |
| Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater |
| Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven |
| Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11 |
| Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon? |
| Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah |
| Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh |
| That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh |
| She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) |
| Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day |
| On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade (yeah) |
| Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit!) |
| No can’t trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced) |
| Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? |
| (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Like whoa (yeah, yeah, alright), yeah, they really want my soul |
| That can never go (straight up), angel in the snow (what?) |
| Always leave me cold (ice), leave it on the floor (what?) |
| But she’s slidin' from the pole like whoa (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Put it on speed (yeah, cash), you and ivory is all I need (skrrt, skrrt) |
| All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees) |
| It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee |
| Way this summer goin', I might start my summer league (league) |
| Every young nigga get a check and get a team |
| Yeah, man’s on the front line 'cause man’s on his deen (yeah) |
| No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin' (yeah, yeah) |
| Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh |
| That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh |
| She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) |
| Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day |
| Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie |
| Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie |
| You should gon' hide it, man it’s too bad |
| Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha |
| Israeli guards, boy please be mindful |
| Don’t have words with me 'cause I got a mind filled |
| I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld |
| Wanna know how I feel? |
| Step into my minefield |
| Wanna know how pain feels? |
| I got off my main pills |
| Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos |
| Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap |
| Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack |
| One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place |
| They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place |
| I need someone else to make this drink, because |
| You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio |
| That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what? |
| Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch |
| We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies |
| And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby |