HYAENA

作词 : Jacques Webster/Ebony Oshunrinde/Mike Dean/Noah Goldstein/George Clinton/Edward Hazel/Derek Shulman/Ray Shulman/Andy Votel/Kerry Minnear

作曲 : Jacques Webster/Ebony Oshunrinde/Mike Dean/Noah Goldstein/George Clinton/Edward Hazel/Derek Shulman/Ray Shulman/Andy Votel/Kerry Minnear

The situation we are in at this time

Neither a good one, nor is it so unblessed

It can change, it can stay the same

I can say, I can make my claim

Hail, hail, hail

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

Yeah, okay

This shit is outta control

I'm drivin' through Hell and I done brought snow

It's shinin' in here and I done brought glow

I hear the sirens right out the chateau, run me the info

Tryna hear what you did, not how you came close

'Cause I get bobblehead like I done made pro

I made Italian bread like I done made dough

I be all around the map

Write a show by myself like I'm Chelsea Handler

Or write a series 'bout my bitches like I'm Kelsey Gramma

Nicknamed the jet Jayhawk 'cause it's outta Kansas

You know it's Spaldin' in my top, I'm in my esperanza

You know it's slammin' wall to wall

We gotta fill the stands up, with slaps and the anthems

Poetic justice, I got you in all my stanzas

With your model stances, you everything I know about it (Ah)

[Break]

What we know

Where you shall go

Power, ah

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Uh, yeah

C-notes, B-notes, I took the biggest boat

We stayed down for life, it's like a jingle to do 'em all

We too much involved to spend a single ounce of time

She bust a whole ounce by doin' lines

I had to leave, like the leaves do trees

I'm finally home, I wiped the stress, then I touched that sweat

We took 'em 35 to 1 like this shit roulette

Hold up, beg your pardon, we done lit up, baby

Set up, told the preacher, "Never finish," that's to say the least

Buy it, never lease it, but I gotta lease it

Mobile, Mona type of pieces, Met Gala, night Jesus

Skip it, hit the city, party pack, I got it with me

I'm shotty while I let you with me

I'm too bent to let you ride, barely 'til it's empty

Gotta feel me, pockets dumb fat and I got a skinny

Squad is with me, and that’s everything I know about it

Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time

For y'all have knocked her up

I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe

I was not offended

For I knew I had to rise above it all

Or drown in my own shit