Travis Scott – Sicko Mode (Guitar)

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Sun is down, freezin' cold

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That's how we already know, winter's here

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My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt

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That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else

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I tried to show 'em,        yeah

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I tried to show 'em,        yeah, yeah

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 Yeah, yeah, yeah

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 Goin' on you with the pick and roll

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 Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

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(Woo) Made this here with all the ice on in the booth

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At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose

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Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes

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This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot (Gimme the loot!)

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 Was off the Remy, had a Papoose

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Had to hit my old town to duck the news

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Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves

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Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

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I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice

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Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits

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And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

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(Some-some-some-someone said)

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To win the retreat, we all in too deep

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Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)

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To win the retreat, we all in too deep

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Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

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 This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit

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Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

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All of these hoes I made off records I produced

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I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group

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 Hit my eses, I need the bootch

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'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo

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Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"

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In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke

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Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh

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She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"

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 We ain't even make it to the room

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She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool

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Now I got her open, it's just the Goose

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Who put this shit together? I'm the glue

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Someone said

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Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

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Someone said (Play-playin' for keeps)

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 Someone said, mother****, someone said

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 Don't play us for weak

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 She's in love with who I am

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Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)

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Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands

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I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

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Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah

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I still got scores to settle, man

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I crept down the block (Down the block)

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Nothin' nice (Yeah), baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)

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 Jesus Christ (Yeah), checks over stripes (Yeah)

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See the shots that I took (Ayy), wet like I'm Book (Ayy)

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I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)

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I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah)

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 She's in love with who I am

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I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land

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Had me out like a light (Like a light)

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Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly

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I say, "You know this shit, it's stife," yeah

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 It's absolute, yeah (Yeah), I'm back, reboot (It's lit)

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She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (Oh my God)