Texas Cyclone (Sauce Ghetto Gospel 2. 2019)

Текст песни Travis Scott and Sauce Walka - Texas Cyclone (Sauce Ghetto Gospel 2. 2019)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
In time, nigga sittin' tired on the 45 on my high drive
Headline, nigga, headline
Sit back, get a headline, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Sauce Walka]
Drop out when I'm woozy (Yeah)
Low fade, took it Boosie (Woo)
Treasure time for the booty (It's lit)
She make it slow, still movin'
Jan all out, suu-whooping (Skrrt, skrrt, Suwoo)
On my side like the Louis
When it's time, never truant (Ooh-wee)

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott & Sauce Walka]
Never breathe matter where I be
Write the hits, make a centerpiece (Drip)
One million files what they sendin' me (Drip)
Tried 'em here, never let 'em leave
Pray to God for the homies
It's okay, yeah
I can't feel my face, yeah (I can't feel my face, yeah)
It's alright (Alright), it's just some nights, mm (Woo)
That I can't fight, yeah (Drip)
Out of spite, uh
She live her life, uh
It's okay, uh (Okay)
I can't feel my face (I can't feel my face)
[Verse: Sauce Walka]
Sauce on my body, scoot up in Ferrari
My drip hot like Sari, my jacket Safari
She wanna put me on TV like Maury
My face is numb from the codeine I'm pouring
She blow me up when I'm busy, I'm touring
New city, new foreign, she called, I'm ignoring
She wanna be my lil' new-new like Lauryn
But that's just too boring, I'm busy explorin' girls on
Handlebars, Percs, ménage à trois
I don't want no pause, but them pills just touch the heart
She defeat the odds when her feelings get massaged
Ceiling full of stars, pop a pill and play your part
I'm Sauce

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Sauce Walka]
Drop out when I'm woozy (Yeah)
Low fade, took it Boosie (Woo)
Treasure time for the booty (It's lit)
She make it slow, still movin'
Jan all out, suu-whooping (Skrrt, skrrt, Suwoo)
On my side like the Louis
When it's time, never truant (Ooh-wee)

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott & Sauce Walka]
Never breathe matter where I be
Write the hits, make a centerpiece (Drip)
One million files what they sendin' me (Drip)
Tried 'em here, never let 'em leave
Pray to God for the homies
It's okay, yeah
I can't feel my face, yeah (I can't feel my face, yeah)
It's alright (Alright), it's just some nights, mm (Woo)
That I can't fight, yeah (Drip)
Out of spite, uh
She live her life, uh
It's okay, uh (Okay)
I can't feel my face (I can't feel my face)