Travis Scott, Daron Eubanks - Lights (Owl Pharaoh) lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Travis Scott, Daron Eubanks - Lights Owl Pharaoh lyrics]
My momma always ask me 'bout my attitude
Damn, momma, I don't know at all
I met this chick who want to
Meet me at the avenue
I had a feeling we'd have a ball
She knows stars, I know that, she want cars
I want jets
She want to get eloped, but I don't know yet
Pick up my fur after sitting
Hanging in the coat check
Give me calls, she pick me off
I didn't hit the door yet damn, I'm sorry
But that bitch gon' be looking love sick
All on TV, crying to Maury, looking love sick
While I'm probably in the Rari, going Audi
Fucking with molly
And we running on E, not the gas
But the molly and she fucking with me so she
Came to have a party
Now she leaving with me, now you're love sick
Do you realize?
We all want these flashing light, oh
So when you close your eyes
Do you picture us havin' a
Hell of a night? Oh
Dinner time, I'm dining out with a porn star
She remind me of home, LA, our second home
See see we met at Leon
Plenty empty bottles of Lonestar
Conversation was long
How she landed from Rome yeah, she did
Later on that night I got
Her back to the crib
Kicked off My Will&Rich and got
Her down to her skin
After all she got a little
Taste test of my kids
You know what, we used to dream about this
A couple models and cribs
Way fresher than movies
Should of know it was fake
I could tell by the boobies
Treated life like a safe
Load it up and then blew me yeah, she did
Head so good, it ain't even cost me
Woke up, she gone, look what I lost
Sheepskin' and that
Do you realize?
We all want these flashing light, oh
So when you close your eyes
Do you picture us havin' a
Hell of a night? Oh
Damn, momma, I don't know at all
I met this chick who want to
Meet me at the avenue
I had a feeling we'd have a ball
She knows stars, I know that, she want cars
I want jets
She want to get eloped, but I don't know yet
Pick up my fur after sitting
Hanging in the coat check
Give me calls, she pick me off
I didn't hit the door yet damn, I'm sorry
But that bitch gon' be looking love sick
All on TV, crying to Maury, looking love sick
While I'm probably in the Rari, going Audi
Fucking with molly
And we running on E, not the gas
But the molly and she fucking with me so she
Came to have a party
Now she leaving with me, now you're love sick
Do you realize?
We all want these flashing light, oh
So when you close your eyes
Do you picture us havin' a
Hell of a night? Oh
Dinner time, I'm dining out with a porn star
She remind me of home, LA, our second home
See see we met at Leon
Plenty empty bottles of Lonestar
Conversation was long
How she landed from Rome yeah, she did
Later on that night I got
Her back to the crib
Kicked off My Will&Rich and got
Her down to her skin
After all she got a little
Taste test of my kids
You know what, we used to dream about this
A couple models and cribs
Way fresher than movies
Should of know it was fake
I could tell by the boobies
Treated life like a safe
Load it up and then blew me yeah, she did
Head so good, it ain't even cost me
Woke up, she gone, look what I lost
Sheepskin' and that
Do you realize?
We all want these flashing light, oh
So when you close your eyes
Do you picture us havin' a
Hell of a night? Oh