In the first part of the track, Drake takes control as he raps with a cold and raspy cadence, sending subliminal shots to several artists such as Pharrell Williams and Pusha T. However, in the second part, Travis keeps a similar beat and cadence which is later switched in the third part as his rhythm is slowed down.
Drake’s appearance on the album as teased by fans on Twitter who were given the chance by Travis to listen to the album prior to its release.
MELTDOWN
Travis Scott Lyrics
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Tensions is definitely rising
T'd up right now
T time, T time
T time, T time, T time
Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick
Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit
You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
You act like you love this American shit
But really the truth is you scared of the 6
Yeah, you're scared of the 6
Yeah, you're scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on the fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit the shit
Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
The weapons we got are some terrorist shit
Like TV producers we, grr
We airing this shit
She askin' for bread for her parents and shit
I told her, "I don't got no cash"
And she said she gon' wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit
I pull out a million and stare at the shit
My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit
My schedule's out, come spin us, for real
Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit
I melt down the chains that I bought from your boss
Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit
Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis
They not even wearin' that shit
Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit
Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit
You lucky that Vogue was suing
'Cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit
Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy?
And they scared of the seven (seven)
After one-three then we turn up eleven (yeah)
Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (it's lit)
We at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend
Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit
She ushered my way then she started confessing
I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey"
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout Belly
Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
I got the juice, now it's heavy (juice)
Always on T time, been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f- (yeah, stoned, let's go)
Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (wrap, cheese, wrap)
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)
Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch
(Ooh)
Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Uh)
Is you fucking crazy? (What?)
Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah)
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy? (Nah)
Is you f-, is you f-
Is you fucking crazy?
I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe (couple, maybe)
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (fuck Mercedes)
I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (have the baby)
I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (in Walmart)
The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (woo)
Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (woo)
Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (tuck it, tuck it)
Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life
Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (Fuckin' crazy)
Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (straight up)
Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army, so you need the-, uh
Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy
Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (it's lit)
Blicky hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (blicky, blicky, blicky)
She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy?
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you f-, is you fuckin'-
Is you fucking crazy?
In "Meltdown," Travis Scott expresses his frustrations and confronts his critics and enemies. He starts off by acknowledging the rising tensions and emphasizes that it's "T time," implying that he's ready to take action. He compares himself to teatime and tee time, indicating that he's ready to indulge in both relaxation and confrontation. Travis Scott boasts about his sexual encounters with regular women and dismisses famous women who are interested in him only for his fame. He calls out someone who he believes snitches on others and pretends to love America, pointing out that they're actually scared of the streets, specifically referencing "the 6," which likely refers to an area known for its street life.
Travis Scott continues to assert his dominance and confidence, claiming that he and his crew are like terrorists with the weapons they possess and the content they produce. He mentions a woman who asks him for money for her parents, but he claims to have none, leading her to say she'll wait for it like Arabs wait for time to pass. He then brags about pulling out a million dollars and getting an erection from the feeling of it. He mentions his schedule being out, inviting others to come and confront him. Travis Scott expresses his disregard for heritage and material possessions, stating that he will melt down the chains he acquired from someone else's boss, rejecting the idea of repairing or sparing anything. He also references Vogue suing him and how lucky they were because he would have been with the "Wassas" in Paris.
The second half of the song sees Travis Scott questioning someone's sanity and emphasizing that he's not to be messed with. He mentions being associated with Satanism and having a reverend in his presence. He talks about a therapist confessing to him and how he knows what's at stake, mentioning "Free Jeffrey," possibly referring to a friend in legal trouble. He showcases his connections and ability to make phone calls from prison, rapping about giving someone "the blues" without referring to the musical genre, indicating that he's causing them trouble. Travis Scott asserts his dominance, comparing himself to Lionel Messi and Tom Brady, two famous athletes, and alludes to his past when he used to wear ostentatious jewelry. He concludes the song by asking if someone is crazy multiple times, challenging anyone who tries to test him.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Anderson Hernandez, Aubrey Drake Graham, Benjamin Saint Fort, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jacques Webster, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Scotty L. Coleman
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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[Part I]
[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Tensions is definitely rising
T'd up right now
T time, T time
T time, T time, T time
[Verse 1: Drake]
Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
I'd love to fuck on a regular bitch
Famous hoes lame but they stay on my dick
Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit
You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
You act like you love this American shit
But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit that shit
Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
The weapons we got are some terrorist shit
Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit
She askin' for bread for her parents and shit
I told her, "I don't got no cash", and she said she gon' wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit
I pull out a million and stare at the shit
My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit
My schedule is out, come spin us, for real
Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit
I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss
Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit
Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit
Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit
Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit
You lucky that Vogue was suing, 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit
[Part II]
[Segue]
I-I—
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (Ah)
And they scared of the seven (Seven)
After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)
Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It's lit)
Me at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend
Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit
She inching my way and she started confessing
I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey"
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly
Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)
Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)
Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)
Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch
[Part III]
[Segue: Travis Scott]
(Ooh)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Nah)
Is you fucking crazy? (What?)
Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah)
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fuckin'—
Is you fuckin'—
Is you fucking crazy?
[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
I met these Texas boys and ran it up a couple, maybe (Couple, maybe)
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (Fuck Mercedes)
I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (Have the baby)
I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (In Walmart)
Your boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)
Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)
Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it)
Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (Ooh)
Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (Fuckin' crazy)
Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)
Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh
Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy
Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)
Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (Blickey, blickey, blickey)
She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fucking crazy? Yeah
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fuckin'—
Is you fuckin'—
Is you fucking crazy?
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@mia7595
😂
@_jonath4s
Soon they'll make pyramid of bodies in his concerts 😉
@keltec_kid
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@mia7595
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@muizzawan99
The star wars effects layered on top of the pounding drums, with Travis's bars is just 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@skidmark2861
fucking unbelievable
@ivandoru5280
Shi man , god mix
@donjorvead2431
Damn if the producers found a way to add the seismic charge...