Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song the ends, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
the ends |
| 2AM howlin' outside |
| Lookin' but I cannot find |
| Don’t you fall asleep this time |
| I been on a long way drive |
| Only you can stand my mind |
| Only you can fix inside |
| So if I make it out tonight |
| Let’s make it a badass time |
| Okay, I got it, copy |
| 20/20, but I can’t see nobody |
| One eye open, Illuminati |
| This might be the verse that make 'em drop me |
| Ain’t makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies |
| No, that wasn’t my girl, that was just a hobby |
| Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby |
| Elevator up, no need to find me |
| Yeah, yeah |
| X-ray vision, see through you niggas |
| Newspaper stand, we press the issue |
| We ain’t sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles |
| Right up at your hood up north |
| Checkin' Third Ward, I’m goin' mental |
| Fuckin' up my room, I’ve been rackin' up incidentals |
| Cookin' on a tune, I been cheffin' up instrumentals |
| Nothin' else to do when you’re ridin' in the |
| When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat |
| Driver run the miles up like I’m runnin' a track meet |
| Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me |
| All black in a Benz when I pull up on you |
| They don’t want to see me in the ends, in the ends |
| Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends |
| My choppa check-a-hoe like Indian |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah |
| Eh, to them I’m a big dick, a cheque and some laughter |
| I guess it’s all survival but please be careful |
| I gave up on the Bible long time ago |
| I hope it ain’t give up on me, I don’t know |
| I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids |
| And dumped them in the creek up from where I live |
| Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around |
| We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around |
| Killer would show up with boxes of pizza |
| And said he had a label recruitin' people |
| Put that on my grandma and everythin' |
| My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne |
| It could’ve been me or could’ve been you too |
| What a memory in me, needing to lose |
| What’s gon' patch up my inner tube |
| So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too |
| Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now |
| In the ends, I’mma kick your door down |
| Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now |
| Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya |