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travis scott - drive lyrics

(c-ssette rewinding)

[dj screw]
10-201, you know what i’m sayin’?
smokin’ big, drankin’ syrup, know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?

(c-ssette rewinding)

[sample from lil flip’s “i can do dat”]
what, sucker free, what, what
i can do dat (i can do dat right there)
i can do dat, ay

if i spill drank on my clothes – i can do dat
it don’t matter cause i buy me some more – i can do dat
i’ma spend about fifty in the mall – i can do dat
i’ma buy me a bentley in the fall – i can do dat
i’ma stop weak n-ggas from rappin’…

(c-ssette rewinding)

[sample from z-ro’s “i can’t leave drank alone”]
i, can’t, leave, drank alone
it got me feenin’ (feenin’, feelin’ good, feelin’ like a boss as i’m creeping through my hood)

(car driving and speeding; tires screeching)

[verse 1: travis scott]
feel like i’m on the drive to the moon
man i thought the world was ending soon
d-mn the devil stay testing and the devil wear prada
(just tryna go up the avenue)

[chorus: james fauntleroy]
sometimes i drive
while i’m staring in your eyes
with my hands behind your head
while you take me away

[verse 2: travis scott]
whether i’m shinin’ all winter or chillin’ all summer
we rockin’ furs, look like i copped ’em straight out the jungle
used to spend cheese up on the st–z, yeah i remember
used to take trips whippin’ the jeep that my mom loaned us
ridin’ real slow
mmhm, that’s the sh-t they didn’t know
cruisin’ down 59 seeing n-ggas ridin’ fours, i just stared at the stars
and looked with my eyes closed cause its driving me wild

[chorus: james fauntleroy]
sometimes i drive
while i’m staring in your eyes
with my hands behind your head
while you take me away

[bridge: travis scott]
hit the weed and just drive
hit the weed and just drive
hit the weed and just drive
hit the weed and just drive
oh yeah

[chorus: james fauntleroy]
sometimes i drive
while i’m staring in your eyes
with my hands behind your head
while you take me away

[outro]
dad: junior!
travis: f-ck…
dad: junior, turn that sh-t off!
travis: man, for what, n-gga shutup
dad: what’d i tell you about playing’ that loud -ss music in this f-ckin’ house?!?
travis: f-ck! f-ckin’ drums crazy…

- travis scott lyrics

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