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Days Before Rodeo: The Prayer
by Travis Scott
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Midnight awakin', hyperventilatin'
Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'
After three number one albums would've thought I'd feel amazin'
Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor
Still rollin' up swishers
Now it's Beamers double parking, fuck payin' the meter
In your club, on your couch, just got paid to be here
On your girl, rubbin' on my favorite features
How could they tease us, only wanted of Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Around 3 AM dog
I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall
Bad mamacita, Miami heater
Put it in a two seater, too bad I couldn't three-peat her
Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper
House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter
With more stamps than a skinny nigga got tats on my Visa
I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it
I mean, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, Jesus
I might fuck 'round, lose my mind
Jesus
Midnight awakin', hyperventilatin'
Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'
After three number one albums would've thought I'd feel amazin'
Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor
Still rollin' up swishers
Now it's Beamers double parking, fuck payin' the meter
In your club, on your couch, just got paid to be here
On your girl, rubbin' on my favorite features
How could they tease us, only wanted of Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Around 3 AM dog
I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall
Bad mamacita, Miami heater
Put it in a two seater, too bad I couldn't three-peat her
Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper
House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter
With more stamps than a skinny nigga got tats on my Visa
I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it
I mean, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, Jesus
I might fuck 'round, lose my mind
Jesus
