Travis Scott – Watch (Guitar)

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...because it's the last ride ever gonna, that I'm ever gonna take at Astroworld

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Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh

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That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh

G
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway

G
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

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Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way

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Not with all the talkin', turned it to a closed case

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Look, bullets got duller, and it's vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah

     Bm
The Rolls goin' better, hundred or better

                       F#m
I took the money and flooded my bezel

     G
You diamond to rock, computed the setting

G
I popped a molly to get on my level

        G
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven

G
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?

Bm                        F#m
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh

Bm                        F#m
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh

Bm                               F#m
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)

Bm                              F#m
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

        Bm                              F#m
On the south side of town gettin' me a bald fade

      Bm                            F#m
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it's lit)

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No can't trust her, she gon' leave us all laced (laced)

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Bust a bankroll in the club, where's Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

      A
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)

             A
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)

 Bm
Angel in the snow (what?)

                       F#m
Always leave me cold (iced)

Bm
Leave it on the floor (what?)

            G
Put it on speed

                                                       Bm
It's stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee

F#m
Every young nigga get a check and get a team

       Bm
Yeah, man's on the front line 'cause man's on his deen

    F#m
No small faces, it's just an AP beamin'

G
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh

G
That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh

G
She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)

G
Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day

G
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie

            G
You should gon' hide it, man it's too bad

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Israeli guards, boy please be mindful

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Don't have words with me 'cause I got a mind full

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I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld

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Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield

G
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills

G
Opioid addiction, pharmacy's the real trap

F#m
They don't want me to change, nah, nigga run in place

G
I need someone else to make this drink, because

Bm
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?

F#m
Never trust a bartender that don't drink, bitch

G
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies

G
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby