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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[Intro: O'Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
G
...because it's the last ride ever gonna, that I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
G C
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
C
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
G
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway
G
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bm F#m
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Bm F#m
Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case
Bm F#m
Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah
Bm
The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better
F#m
I took the money and flooded my bezel
G
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
G
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
G
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
G
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Bm F#m
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
Bm F#m
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
Bm F#m
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Bm F#m
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Bm F#m
On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade
Bm F#m
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit)
Bm F#m
No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced)
Bm F#m
Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
A
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Bm
Angel in the snow (what?)
F#m
Always leave me cold (iced)
Bm
Leave it on the floor (what?)
F#m N.C.
She slidin' from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
G
Put it on speed
You in ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
Bm
It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin' I might start my summer leave
F#m
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Bm
Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen
F#m
No small faces, it's just an AP beamin'
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
G
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
G
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
G
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
G
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
G
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
G
You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha
Bm F#m
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Bm F#m
Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full
Bm F#m
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Bm F#m
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
G
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos
G
Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
Bm N.C.
One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place
F#m
They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
G
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio
Bm
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
F#m
Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch
[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
G
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
G
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby
G
...because it's the last ride ever gonna, that I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
G C
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
C
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
G
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway
G
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bm F#m
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Bm F#m
Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case
Bm F#m
Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah
Bm
The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better
F#m
I took the money and flooded my bezel
G
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
G
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin' that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
G
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
G
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Bm F#m
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
Bm F#m
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
Bm F#m
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Bm F#m
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Bm F#m
On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade
Bm F#m
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit)
Bm F#m
No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced)
Bm F#m
Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
A
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Bm
Angel in the snow (what?)
F#m
Always leave me cold (iced)
Bm
Leave it on the floor (what?)
F#m N.C.
She slidin' from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
G
Put it on speed
You in ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon' skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
Bm
It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin' I might start my summer leave
F#m
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Bm
Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen
F#m
No small faces, it's just an AP beamin'
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
G
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
G
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
G
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
G
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
G
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
G
You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin' du-rags, ha
Bm F#m
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Bm F#m
Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full
Bm F#m
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Bm F#m
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
G
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I'm on my Bezos
G
Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
Bm N.C.
One year it's Illuminati, next year it's the Sunken Place
F#m
They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
G
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don't understand the juice to vodka ratio
Bm
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
F#m
Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch
[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
G
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
G
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby
Trevor Hall
Trevor Moran
Trevor Morris
Trevor Sensor
Trevor Wesley