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The Ends
Travi$ Scott Lyrics


2AM hollerin' outside
Lookin' but I cannot find
Don't you fall asleep this time
I been all alone 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
Know they want my girl, that was just a hobby
Call her 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
Elevate her up, no need to find me
Yeah yeah
X-ray vision, see through you niggas
Newspaper stand, we press the issue
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles
Right up at your hood and load
Checkin' third ward, I'm goin' mental
Fuckin' out my room, I 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 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 end
In the end
Let me catch you creepin', yeah that's dead, in the end
From a chopper check a hoe like in the end
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Today I'mma 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
I hope they didn'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 looking around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza
And said he had a label recruitin' people
Put that on my grandma and everythin'
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me or could've been you too
What a memory on me, no need to lose
What's gon' scratch up my intertube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

Oh yeah, the flame with the nappy fro now
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

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JACQUES WEBSTER, JAHMAR CARTER, OZAN YILDIRIM, ANDERSON HERNANDEZ, EBONY OSHUNRINDE, ANDREW BENJAMIN

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Cassiano

Travis Scott Prophecies
Okay, I got it, copy? (somebody send a message)
2020, but I can't see nobody (The year is 2020 but dont have peoples on the shows)
One eye open, Illuminati (The probably reason)
This might be the verse that make 'em drop me (That 4 lines maybe make they drop him)

Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies (less focus on music and feats, more focus on activities, probably collabs)
Know they want my girl, that was just a hobby (They want Kylie and she still is the girl of Travis)
Call her 50, tell 'em load up the lobby (Kylie has a deficit on this year of 50% and the lobby is the group of one eye)
Elevate her up, no need to find me (he wash the hands, he cant make nothing about)



Cassiano

Travis Scott Prophecies
Okay, I got it, copy? (somebody send a message)
2020, but I can't see nobody (The year is 2020 but dont have peoples on the shows)
One eye open, Illuminati (The probably reason)
This might be the verse that make 'em drop me (That 4 lines maybe make they drop him)

Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies (less focus on music and feats, more focus on activities, probably collabs)
Know they want my girl, that was just a hobby (They want Kylie and she still is the girl of Travis)
Call her 50, tell 'em load up the lobby (Kylie has a deficit on this year of 50% and the lobby is the group of one eye)
Elevate her up, no need to find me (he wash the hands, he cant make nothing about)



Rusted Spear

And dumped them in the creek up from where I live
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around
We runnin' through the sprinkler looking around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza
And said he had a label recruitin' people
Put that on my grandma and everythin'
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me, it could've been you too
But what a memory in me, it may need interludes
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too



franco ezequiel

[Intro: Travis Scott]
2AM, 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

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
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 (yah)
No, that weren't my girl, that was just a hobby (yah, yah)
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 it, press it, press the issue)
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (yah)
Right up at your hood up north
Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental
Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals
Cookin' on a tune, I've 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
(Back seat, back seat, back seat, back seat)
Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet
(Track meet, track meet, track meet, track meet)
Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on you

[Hook: Travis Scott & André 3000]
They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends
Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Eh-hey!

[Verse 2: André 3000]
To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (Hey!)
I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh
I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh!
Oh, I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know, ha
I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids, mmm
And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live (Ayy!)
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around (Uuh-uh!)
We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, ugh
And said he had a label recruitin' people (Ugh!)
Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me, it could've been you too
But what a memory in me, it may need interludes (Could've been me)
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Oh, yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now
Yeah, in the ends, I'ma kick your door down
Oh, yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now
(Oh, yeah) Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya



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Twine Cheeks

2020 🔑

the cactus

Chek

Elias

Nobody likes you

Arab

Nigga what are you doing here

Serban Ionica

U suck it,fuck u

doggo on youtube guys

67 scammer get scammed :)

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MValasra

“2020, but I can’t see nobody” 🦠

Master Silent

He was refering to YE

SOSA

😐

Joaovkdelas

20/20 vision wut y’all on ong

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