Travis Scott - Phoenix lyrics
Travis Scott [Jacques Bermon Webster II] Houston, Texas, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Travis Scott - Phoenix lyrics]
Funny things is changing now we out of here
Ain't shit the same but Jason I'll admit
Seen my mama in pain she
Cried a hundred tears
So fucking tired so fucking many nights
It got so hot in there
So tonight we at the time
Nigga blow them candles mane
Cause when it's time to shine
No need for candles mane
We some cocky niggas in the rocky niggas
Rocking dolo Will & Rich in here
We from the traffic nigga
See the problem is yeah, we too proud of this
Now now, the problem is
Too many columns is anonymous
We too proper nigga get a prop for this
And we can take a trip to Karen
Nigga get a shot of this
Dodge a copper-opper cab will give a shit
Go to class but not for the scholarship
Here's a different scholar she a dolly pouter
Here's a problem with my holy grail
Ain't got no holy water
I'm too slonky, Tony hates this part about it
When the keys roll up the car, you
Can roll if you with it yeah, yeah
Mirror mirror, on the wall
Who the freshest of em all? Tell em
That shit is wack
Them niggas in the mall they sellin'
Think about it, she stay in the Margiela
Trippy done slip on the floor
Bout 4 of my bros
Stepping these hoes, vanilla
Candy be keep tapping that hoe
We hopping that area code
Somehow, if they figure that Harry
And Mary are bros
They end up just rocking the tote
Circles around
You be calling up everything gold
Them niggas is southerners niggas
Be rapping and popping
Not give a fuck about those
The same ones giving me 5, is seeing me live
The girl they chilling beside
Be giving me sage
She been tripping all night
Thinking 'bout moving them boobies aside
Sneak in and out of the crib but definitely
Holly committed to giving me rights
Mirror mirror, on the wall
Who the freshest of em all? Tell em
That shit is wack
Them niggas in the mall they sellin'
Think about it, she stay in the Margiela
Trippy done slip on the floor
Bout 4 of my bros
Stepping these hoes, vanilla
Ain't shit the same but Jason I'll admit
Seen my mama in pain she
Cried a hundred tears
So fucking tired so fucking many nights
It got so hot in there
So tonight we at the time
Nigga blow them candles mane
Cause when it's time to shine
No need for candles mane
We some cocky niggas in the rocky niggas
Rocking dolo Will & Rich in here
We from the traffic nigga
See the problem is yeah, we too proud of this
Now now, the problem is
Too many columns is anonymous
We too proper nigga get a prop for this
And we can take a trip to Karen
Nigga get a shot of this
Dodge a copper-opper cab will give a shit
Go to class but not for the scholarship
Here's a different scholar she a dolly pouter
Here's a problem with my holy grail
Ain't got no holy water
I'm too slonky, Tony hates this part about it
When the keys roll up the car, you
Can roll if you with it yeah, yeah
Mirror mirror, on the wall
Who the freshest of em all? Tell em
That shit is wack
Them niggas in the mall they sellin'
Think about it, she stay in the Margiela
Trippy done slip on the floor
Bout 4 of my bros
Stepping these hoes, vanilla
Candy be keep tapping that hoe
We hopping that area code
Somehow, if they figure that Harry
And Mary are bros
They end up just rocking the tote
Circles around
You be calling up everything gold
Them niggas is southerners niggas
Be rapping and popping
Not give a fuck about those
The same ones giving me 5, is seeing me live
The girl they chilling beside
Be giving me sage
She been tripping all night
Thinking 'bout moving them boobies aside
Sneak in and out of the crib but definitely
Holly committed to giving me rights
Mirror mirror, on the wall
Who the freshest of em all? Tell em
That shit is wack
Them niggas in the mall they sellin'
Think about it, she stay in the Margiela
Trippy done slip on the floor
Bout 4 of my bros
Stepping these hoes, vanilla