SICKO MODE
Travis Scott Lyrics
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Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know winter's here
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-some-some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said (playin'-playin' for keeps)
Someone said, motherfuck what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)
Yeah
Astro
Yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (ayy, ayy)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I said, "You know this shit, it's stife", yeah
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah
This how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah
Just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
Ye-ah
Travis Scott and Drake’s “Sicko Mode” is a three-part rap odyssey that reflects the different feelings and stages of being in “sicko mode,” which is when someone is so hyped up and mentally committed that nothing can get in their way. The opening lines are delivered by Travis Scott, with him referring to the arrival of winter, the cold and snow, and using those as triggers for hyping himself up. The next verses, which are Drake’s, touch on deep and personal topics such as his troubled love life, being under the constant pressure of living up to his expectations, and the pitfalls of fame. The final part is a remix of the opening verse, with Travis Scott referencing how people constantly underestimate him, thinking that all he knows is how to flex his wealth and status, when in fact, he is one of the most successful rappers of this era.
The beat is menacing and jarring, with unpredictable and sharp transitions that suit the chaotic and unpredictable nature of going into a “sicko mode.” The lyrics are filled with autobiographical and personal anecdotes that give the song an intimate feel, even as it celebrates what it means to be in a heightened, blood-pumping state of mind.
Line by Line Meaning
Astro, yeah
Introductory phrase
Sun is down, freezin' cold
It's winter, and it's cold outside.
That's how we already know winter's here
It's cold. Winter is definitely here.
My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
My friend is obsessed with designer Louis Vuitton and would do anything to get a Louis belt.
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
That's all he cares about, he doesn't know about anything else.
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show him other things he should care about.
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
I really tried to show him, but it didn't work.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Repetitive phrase
Gone on you with the pick and roll
I faked left and went right on you.
Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
I'm in the zone.
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
I created this song with diamonds on me in the recording studio.
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
When people come to pick me up, I'm ready to party.
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
My friends are here and they're ready to party. They're wearing Nike and getting out of cars.
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
My party is huge and we need a lot of money to make it happen.
(Gimme the loot!)
Repeating a request for someone to give me the money.
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
I was drinking Remy Martin and ate the alcohol-activated MRE heater, Papoose.
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
I went to my hometown to avoid being seen in the tabloids.
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
We stayed inside for 24 hours because we didn't want to attract any attention.
Now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
Now it's 4AM and I'm awake and partying with my friends again.
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
I just arrived, and my DJ friend Chase B is mixing music like a Jamba Juice employee.
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
My jewelry is so bright and colorful, it looks like my jeweler is selling fruit.
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
People are suffocating from the smoke caused by what we are smoking, and some people want us to suffer.
Some-some-some, someone said
Repeating what someone else said.
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
To win the battle, we have to go all in.
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said)
We're serious about this and not to be underestimated.
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah)
Repeating that we're not weak and shouldn't be underestimated.
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
I don't follow any formalities and do things my own way.
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
Most girls don't know what they're doing, similar to actress Stacey Dash.
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I made a lot of money from producing songs for women.
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
I might put all my ex-girlfriends into a collective.
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
I need some weed.
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
I'm about to turn this party into the music festival Bonnaroo.
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
I invited her to join us on this wild ride.
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
In Miami, women treat me like Uncle Luke from 2 Live Crew.
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh)
We removed the roof of the car.
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
She asked where we're headed, and I jokingly said we're going to the moon.
We ain't even make it to the room
We didn't even make it to the bedroom.
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
She mistook the pool for the ocean.
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Now she's drunk and it's because of the Grey Goose vodka.
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said)
Someone gave me credit for putting this event together.
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
She called me unexpectedly via FaceTime.
Someone said (playin' for keeps)
Repeating what someone else said.
Someone said, motherfuck what someone said
(Don't play us for weak)
One of us thinks we shouldn't listen to what others have said. Don't underestimate us.
Yeah
Repetitive phrase
Astro
Repeating an earlier phrase
Yeah, yeah
Repetitive phrase
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up (Ay, ay)
The beat producer Tay Keith is going to destroy the competition.
She's in love with who I am
She loves me for who I am.
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
In high school, I had to take the bus to school dances.
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
Now I fly in private jets with bags full of cash.
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
I took half a Xanax pill, and the flight will take thirteen hours.
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy
I fell asleep really easily and slept well throughout the flight.
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I woke up after sleeping through the flight and realized that I still have things to take care of.
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah)
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
We had to be stealthy in our approach, turning off all of our lights to surprise the opposition. We don't play games and we have powerful jewelry. I value money over brand names. I don't respect someone who is not a rival.
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah)
When I take a shot, I make it. The shots I take are successful, similar to famous basketball players Sheck, Book, and Lizzie. I'm driving around the neighborhood trying to find someone, and no one has seen them. I'm doing my best to track them down and deal with them.
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!)
Had me out like a light, like a light
Like a light, like a light
Like a light (yeah), like a light
Like a light
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
Repeating the previous chorus, and then talking about how I'm now flying on private jets instead of taking the bus. I'm passing my friends a cellphone so that we can text each other. No need for old-fashioned communication methods like carrier pigeons.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jacques Webster, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Aubrey Drake Graham, Chauncey Hollis, Cydel Charles Young, Mike Dean, Mirsad Dervic, Ozan Yildirim, Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Bryan Higgins, Chris Wallace, Christopher Edward
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@legomilestone
Mom : Stop changing songs
Me : It’s the same song
@adwaithrajesh9164
xd
@SCJAXXLIVE
haha its a difrent person
@janedoe5980
Lol, ikr
@fudgeidi3795
Nice mom
@fire2m324
Lmao
@CartiDawgss
Producer: “I got three good beats here, which one do you like?”
Travis Scott: “yes”
@zordgaming1225
2020
@davidnolastname7082
gamer zoop yeah same
@BiggieSmokes187
3:00 my favorite one