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Travis Scott - HOUSTONFORNICATION (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rupert Thomas
Rupert Thomas
Songwriter
Nima Jahanbin
Nima Jahanbin
Songwriter
Paimon Jahanbin
Paimon Jahanbin
Songwriter
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Recording Engineer
SEVN Thomas
SEVN Thomas
Producer
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Producer
Jon Sher
Jon Sher
Assistant Engineer
Ben Sedano
Ben Sedano
Assistant Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymor
Sean Solymor
Assistant Engineer
Jimmy Cash
Jimmy Cash
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Mmm, I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
Float around town, do that on the daily
[Verse 1]
How I'm supposed to feel safe? Twelve live adjacent (Twelve)
Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (Yeah)
Yeah, spendin' all my time up there gettin' faded (It's lit)
Yeah, handin' out the E! to the Entertainment (Alright)
Yeah, you know on this side, it's poppin' and it's dangerous (Pop it, pop it)
[Verse 2]
Ridin' through the clouds, we goin' through the vapors
I'm just tryna get the paper, stayin' out the papers
It ain't easily done, it ain't easy (Yeah)
Pop a seal like it's Chris, make it look Breezy (It's lit)
Wedding bands on my fist, shit is freezing (Straight up)
Throw the bands, get a kiss, then she leave me (Cash)
I just want the peace, it's still Lambo over Mercedes (Yeah)
Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yeah (My baby)
Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo' mama (Yeah)
Had some real conversations with my **** Bill about Congress, yeah (Straight up)
We at the fest, come and link, per request (Yeah, alright)
Send the pin, drop it in, GPS (Yeah, yeah)
Seein' flashes, oh no, no, that's my neck (Yeah, it's lit)
I've been livin' paranoid, watch yo' step (Yeah, yeah)
[PreChorus]
Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
We always forgive, but don't forget easily (Oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash
[Verse 3]
Yeah, nobody can press me but the press
Nobody can check me when it's chess (Ah, nah, for real)
They comin' at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)
I'm hard to catch, that's the butterfly effect, yeah
I've been locked in for so long, I done got dreads, uh
Took the girl off the network, then up the net, uh
Iced out watches for the gang, Patek the set
Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
Just keep droppin' them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
We ain't gon' play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my wheel, they gon' ride through to the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill, we ain't never take the steps, uh (Yeah, yeah)
[PreChorus]
Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
We always forgive, but don't forget easily (Oh no)
Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I might need me some ventilation
A little vacation, Houstonfornication
Mind redefine new renovations
Space coupe back out of the space station
If it rise on the East, land on the West
We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash
Written by: Jacques Bermon Webster II, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Rupert Thomas
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