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The Ends
Travis Scott, Ft. André 3000
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2 a.m. 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 (yeah)
No that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby (yeah)
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 (press the issue)
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (yeah)
Right up at your hood and load
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 ten, in the ends
From the tribe called check-a-ho like Indian
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Today I'ma take a cheque and cancel left
I guess it's all survival but please be careful
I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh
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 (uh)
Put that on my grandma and everythin', yeah
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 (could have been me)
What's gon' patch up my intertube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too
Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah
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