Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song way back, artist - Travis Scott. Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
way back |
| Yeah, boy |
| (Woah-o-o-oah) |
| Yeah, boy |
| (Woah-o-o-oah) |
| Yeah, boy |
| (Woah-o-o-oah) |
| Don’t wet no more |
| I need fake niggas to get way back |
| James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back |
| Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back (Woo) |
| I can’t get no rest (We in the house) |
| I fall asleep with a TEC (Rack) |
| Stashin' all the pills in my desk (Rack) |
| Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on) |
| I can’t get no rest (Come on) |
| I ride around with a TEC (Champ) |
| Stashin' all the pills in my desk (Champ) |
| Wearin' every chain on my neck (Go crazy on 'em) |
| Woah, wait |
| It’s summertime, why they tryna throw shade? |
| All these wins, I can never Golden State (Yeah) |
| UFC, I’m tapping to my old ways (Alright) |
| I’m addressing shit like I’m on Waze |
| Showed ya love, ain’t show it back in OK |
| Like the girl, that she go both ways |
| Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé |
| Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (Yeah, woah-o-o-oah) |
| Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay (Woah-o-o-oah) |
| I be (Yeah) makin' mils, made it to a hobby (It's lit) |
| Don’t bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby |
| You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby |
| Oh so loaded off the pills so don’t ever try me |
| So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean |
| I need fake niggas to get way back (Way back) |
| James Harden with the range on me, nigga, way back |
| Homie started switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back (Woo) |
| I can’t get no rest (We in the house) |
| I fall asleep with a TEC (Rack) |
| If I take a sip, take the rest (Rack) |
| Wearin' every chain on my neck (We in the house, come on) |
| I can’t get no rest (Come on) |
| I ride around with a TEC (Champ) |
| Stashin' all the pills in my desk (Champ) |
| Wearin' every chain on my neck (Go crazy on 'em, we in the house) |
| Look, boy, boy, don’t believe what’s on your TV |
| Look, boy, don’t you sit close to the TV |
| Look, boy, seeing is believing |
| Look, boy, look, boy (Yeah) |
| Would it be unlawful (Yeah) |
| To spend this honeymoon in a brothel? |
| And share pics from the camera |
| But they’ll be quick to turn that into a scandal |
| I’m down in the Meadows |
| Slidin' down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto |
| Need my Rio de Janeiro |
| And I’m swimmin' out that bitch, Michael Phelps with the medals |
| So visit me (Yeah) |
| I just built a castle deep (Yeah, yeah) |
| In them trees (Yeah) |
| That’s how I get them backwoods free (Yeah, yeah) |
| This right here some savagery (Yeah, yeah) |
| Bend it back from me (Yeah, yeah) |
| Way, way back for me (Yeah, yeah) |
| Way, way back for me |
| Way, way back for me |
| Way, way back for me |
| Woah-o-oa-oah |
| Woah |