Biography:
Jacques Webster (born April 30, 1992), better known by his stage name Travis Scott (stylized as Travi$ Scott), is an American hip hop recording artist and record producer from Houston, Texas. He is currently signed to Epic Records and T.I.'s Grand Hustle imprint, while signed to Kanye West's Very GOOD Beats as a producer. He first became widely known for his production and verse on GOOD Music's "Sin City". His debut EP Owl Pharaoh, was released on May 21, 2013.
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Other songs:
- Goosebumps
- Sicko Mode Ft. Drake
- A Man
- Backyard
- Beibs In The Trap
- Butterfly Effect
- Close
- Coordinate
- Drugs You Should Try It
- Dubai Shit
- Eye 2 Eye
- Go Off
- High Fashion
- Huncho Jack
- Mamacita
- Maria Im Drunk
- Purple Green
- Reflex
- Serenade
- Skeletons
- Stop Trying To Be God
- Tell Me I Was Dreaming
- Watch
- Whole Lotta Lovin
- Yosemite
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[Produced by O.Z & SykSense]
[Intro]
(Sounds of chips being eaten)
'Aight play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1]
Am
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth
F
Got what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high
Dm
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride
Am F
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Dm
Over one lost trip to the sky
Am F
Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale
Dm
When you said I could make it this high
Am
Who knew? God dammit who knew?
F Am F Dm
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
Am F
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
Dm
You ready to ride, that's true
Am F
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
Dm
How Scotty entired that juice
Am
Had my back against that wall
F Dm
Every summer felt so cold
Am
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall
F Dm
That's why my pimp game so moist
Am
Had that du-rag and all
F Dm
Had a 20 year old bitch in high school
Am
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
F Dm
On the south side of that HOU
Am
Hollup, let's take it back to that room
F Dm
No car but still had drive
Am
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
F Dm
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
Am
I'ma ride for all of my niggas
F Dm
They forever here by my side
Am
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom
F Dm
No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah
[Refrain]
Am F
Yeah yeah forreal
Dm Am F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm Am F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm Am F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
Am F Dm
Forreal
Am F Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
Am F Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
Am F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
[Verse 2]
Am F
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
Dm Am
Now my show's packed out like churches
F Dm
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Am
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it
F Dm
That's for certain, I deserve it
Am F Dm
Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby
Am
Momma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service
Am F Dm
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
Am F Dm
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
Am F Dm
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
Am F Dm
And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me
Am, F Dm
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
Am F Dm Am
You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs
F Dm
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real
[Refrain]
Am F
Yeah yeah forreal
Dm Am F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm Am F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm Am F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
Am F Dm
Forreal
Am F Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
Am F Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
Am F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
[Intro]
(Sounds of chips being eaten)
'Aight play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1]
Am
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth
F
Got what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high
Dm
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride
Am F
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Dm
Over one lost trip to the sky
Am F
Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale
Dm
When you said I could make it this high
Am
Who knew? God dammit who knew?
F Am F Dm
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
Am F
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
Dm
You ready to ride, that's true
Am F
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
Dm
How Scotty entired that juice
Am
Had my back against that wall
F Dm
Every summer felt so cold
Am
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall
F Dm
That's why my pimp game so moist
Am
Had that du-rag and all
F Dm
Had a 20 year old bitch in high school
Am
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
F Dm
On the south side of that HOU
Am
Hollup, let's take it back to that room
F Dm
No car but still had drive
Am
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
F Dm
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
Am
I'ma ride for all of my niggas
F Dm
They forever here by my side
Am
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom
F Dm
No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah
[Refrain]
Am F
Yeah yeah forreal
Dm Am F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm Am F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm Am F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
Am F Dm
Forreal
Am F Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
Am F Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
Am F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
[Verse 2]
Am F
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
Dm Am
Now my show's packed out like churches
F Dm
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Am
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it
F Dm
That's for certain, I deserve it
Am F Dm
Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby
Am
Momma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service
Am F Dm
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
Am F Dm
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
Am F Dm
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
Am F Dm
And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me
Am, F Dm
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
Am F Dm Am
You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs
F Dm
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real
[Refrain]
Am F
Yeah yeah forreal
Dm Am F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm Am F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm Am F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
Am F Dm
Forreal
Am F Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
Am F Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
Am F Dm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Bm Am
Homie brought out the liquor
Bm Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Bm Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
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