Travis Scott Concert

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Canibus] I'ma iron your clothes with your body still in 'em While the background sound like a lobby full of women He sold me a lemon? I kill him But bring him back to me first so I can strip him and close fist him Then hang him up with his toes missin' Nigga shoulda listened, that stupid ass video you sent 'em I'ma talk about that in a second But right now, I'ma tell you that there will be no intervention Words that rhyme in a sentence.are my invention And please let's not even mention timing when I'm riding a rhythm God willing, Bodybag beta test I had sex your with your ex Wearing a Avirex, came on her neck Mutant X lubricant, I undress the cuckoos breasts Take it all the way down to 2% Don't let the Mandalorian have to wind the window down on the Delorian Do that, he coming for all of them [Verse 2: Born Sun] Yo, this a open invitation, Born Sun waitin' Facemask conversation, bash his face in Rata-tat ratchet, static, never panic Goons from Nibiru Scrapping, grappling wooly mammoths Bad mama jama, DC 'Bama with the hammer Never showing teeth for the camera Stamina laminating CDs in Atlanta Standing at 5 points channeling the channeler Supreme chancellor, two-legged Tarantula Crankshaft crank it up, tote a whole camper up Born Sun'll body you with ballroom banter He said if I got cash, I can bang the banker I'm looking in her eyes tryna find a way to thank her Here's a handkerchief for your vaginal anger Cycle pharmacology technology And my Wallabees, ain't nobody even got these Screaming against Socrates standing next to chickenhead pottery 'Cause his wiz got on top of me Next years nominees, everybody getting a lobotomy I called it balderdash biology Travis Scott concert, unbody spirits in the mosh pit Hold the crowd spiritually hostage What wha-wha-what 1, 2, 1, 2 2022 more Born Sun for you [Verse 3: Bodybag Ben] Look, this perseverance, huh Midnight toasters on your grave, son, lifting spirits You caught the Holy Ghost like Joseph Simmons But shit be like that when you illin', blood on his shelltoes, can't play the villain Pay the piper, now its lemon peppers Shift the land like a shepherd, bear the fruit, taste the nectar, huh His arm hanging off the stretcher Rung his bell now he laid up like Denzel in the Bone Collector Hellish premonitions when the rent past due Wave mags too, run jewels in the Air Max 2 He got the deuce deuce tucked in the bubble goose, ha Word, now he got the mac in the knapsack Child, all he do is party and bullshit Ain't no life after death when the drum rip It's unbelievable, he ain't ready to die Nah, I ain't think so it's either friend or foe.without warning to kicking in the door Ha, wolves at the door yo, that's for certain 44 on his frame like George Gervin, now his bodies squirting Behind the curtain, see the evil lurkin' Rock homes that's full of Durban, leaving holes in your turban, Body