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letra de travis scott's windows - songer

[verse 1]
they knew that i was different when my life began
guess that i’m an adult now, time to prove that i’m the man
haven’t seen my face, why would you lie to man?
lyrics drive you insane, your pen has got a driving ban
i’ll be the biggest on this planet when i’m older
the last lyric that i ever spat was when i told ya
used to be the guy that kept on bending over backwards
now it’s kinda backwards ’cause your girl keep on bending over
saying that i’m wet but never drown man, allow it man
f-ck anybody that wanna doubt man
couple people taking p’s but didn’t upload
but now they see me blowing up so now they wanna shout man
nah g, f-ck it bruv keep the money
you’re only relevant once a year like the easter bunny
call it quits and we’ll say you never owed me jack
just remember when i blow you tried to hold me back
i’m more than just a rapper or an artist
i ain’t normal in the slightest
i’m the motherf-cking hardest
switzerland to munich
all these b-tches say i’m too sick
just wait till i’ve written a couple movies that have charted
yeah, i spit facts then repeat them
outside the box like tictacs when you eat them
i was broke on a sunday
had a smoke on a monday
now i just graft got six racks by the weekend
and, my old girl is gutted that the days over
sleeping with a guy on my team to try and gain closure
’cause when she’s on her instagram feed
or she hits the d-mn street
she’s reminded that i’ll take over
sit down, take a seat
watch me blow up
i don’t need no six pack or no blow up
in a couple years
i’ll be with a couple peers
as we, sip a couple beers
sit on stage watch the people show up

yeah
outside the box
listen

[verse 2]
and i couldn’t give a f-ck if you are vibing out to j cole
or climbing out the k hole
i rhyme because i’m sick
and i’m sick because i say so
headphones in, i’m singing on the way home
only time you hold a piece is prolly ’cause you’re g-y bro
couple man don’t like it that i try rapping
’cause they’ve made something from nothing, and think that i haven’t
and i promise you will understand
swear i’m looking up to man
but not a single person has got my talent
would you rather be a road man?
rather be a g*nius?
rather sell a draw?
or be selling out arenas?
coming out of pen?
or be coming out the speakers?
i put it on my life that i’m the motherf-cking realest
but i feel so low, it’s like it has to get better
i’ll never tell a soul, try and handle it better
grab a gram of the cheddar
and pick a pad and a pen up
so these fans call me dave like i’m azpilicueta
and even i fear me
’cause i’m blind really
spitting with my eyes closed is when i see clearly

even i fear me
’cause i’m blind really
spitting with my eyes closed is when i see clearly

my best mate is dutch and he’s got six toes
we don’t give a f-ck, we open travis scott’s windows

[outro]
yeah
outside the box
it’s songer
bow

- songer

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