Travis Scott - STOP TRYING TO BE GOD (feat. Stevie Wonder, Kid Cudi, James Blake, Philip Bailey) lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
Kid Cudi [Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi] Cleveland, Ohio. U.S. 🇺🇸
James Blake [James Blake Litherland] Enfield, London, England 🇬🇧
[Travis Scott - STOP TRYING TO BE GOD feat. Stevie Wonder, Kid Cudi, James Blake, Philip Bailey lyrics]
This is the real action: the pot
Party, the trippers, the grasshoppers
The hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying
High as a kite
Hmm hmm just know what this about
Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm
Palm trees, oceans, fresh air
That can break your heart
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God) hmm hmm, hmm hm
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike (Hm)
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine-to-five (Hm)
Delta and I ship it overnight (Hm)
Stop tryna be God Almighty (Hm)
Fuck the money, never leave
Your people behind, yeah
It's never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin' down your eyes
'Cause they did not create commandments
(Ooh ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy
(Ooh ooh)
The signal's far from what you can be
(Ooh ooh) 'Cause air traffic controls the
Landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God) hmm hmm, hmm hm
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
Stop tryna play God Almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin' shit my whole life
I'm warning you
Better not try to play God tonight
If I love her, I'ma pass on her
First rule of war, you find an act on her
You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her
'Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal's far from what you can be
'Cause air traffic controls the
Landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You won't succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love, but want to really burn me
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God) hmm hmm, hmm hm
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
Is it the complex of the saint
That's keepin' you so, so, so still still?
Is it a coat of old paint
That's peelin' every day against our will?
Is it too long since the last
Open conversation you had? Oh, no
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin' back?
Well, can you always be a step
Ahead of it for me?
Well, can you always be a step
Ahead of it for me?
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
That it?
Party, the trippers, the grasshoppers
The hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying
High as a kite
Hmm hmm just know what this about
Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm
Palm trees, oceans, fresh air
That can break your heart
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God) hmm hmm, hmm hm
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike (Hm)
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine-to-five (Hm)
Delta and I ship it overnight (Hm)
Stop tryna be God Almighty (Hm)
Fuck the money, never leave
Your people behind, yeah
It's never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin' down your eyes
'Cause they did not create commandments
(Ooh ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy
(Ooh ooh)
The signal's far from what you can be
(Ooh ooh) 'Cause air traffic controls the
Landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God) hmm hmm, hmm hm
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
Stop tryna play God Almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin' shit my whole life
I'm warning you
Better not try to play God tonight
If I love her, I'ma pass on her
First rule of war, you find an act on her
You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her
'Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal's far from what you can be
'Cause air traffic controls the
Landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You won't succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love, but want to really burn me
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God) hmm hmm, hmm hm
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
Is it the complex of the saint
That's keepin' you so, so, so still still?
Is it a coat of old paint
That's peelin' every day against our will?
Is it too long since the last
Open conversation you had? Oh, no
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin' back?
Well, can you always be a step
Ahead of it for me?
Well, can you always be a step
Ahead of it for me?
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
Woah oh oh woah oh oh
That it?
