Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Joseph Hill Jr.
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Taji Ausar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Mixing Engineer
J. Hill
Producer
Tane Runo
Producer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell's too loud
Ridin' in my old-school thing
Shotgun with my old-school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight's my last night in town
I pledge to a flag, so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey
[Verse 1]
Ooh, around this time, was starving, no Ramadan
Yeah, might've robbed you blind, you, you, you, your dad and mom
Yeah, keep that in mind, fear two things, being broke and dying
Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD, come take this ride
No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside
Yeah, take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind
Yeah, fuck that college shit, that scholarship, let's hypnotize (Grey)
Yeah, ooh (Uh)
[Chorus]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell's too loud
Ridin' in my old-school thing
Shotgun with my old-school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight's my last night in town
I pledge to a flag, so grey
No matter what time
No matter what time, the skies are grey (Grey)
Yeah, oh (Grey)
Yeah (Grey)
Yeah, oh (Uh, grey)
The sky is grey (Grey)
Mmm-mm-mm (Grey)
Mmm-mm-mm (Grey)
The sky is grey (Uh-huh)
Whoa (Grey)
Yeah, yeah (Grey)
Whoa (Grey)
Yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)
The sky is grey
Yeah, yeah, the sky is grey
Mmm, ooh (Grey)
[Verse 2]
Might be the last time I trip
I know I said this shit last time, but damn, I never had a trip like this
Who knew a threeway on freeway
Can trip with three hoes to a six-way?
Ain't gotta finesse out the midway
So Bird can wrap birds in that Ben-Gay
No more, goddamn (Goddamn)
And pops never gave me shit (Me shit)
But pops ain't raised no bitch (No bitch)
I swung, I missed, he swung, he hit, then I hit that ditch (That ditch)
Raised in a town where they looked so good outside like it ain't that serious (That serious)
My **** got dumb years doing dumb shit
Locked up in the car, had to pull a gun quick
Killer tatted on his face, leaked to his conscious
Now he stuck in a cell, know he feeling nauseous (Feeling nauseous)
The **** so good, he was so cold
Another lost kid, Mo City soul (Yeah)
[Outro]
The sky is grey, whoa, go
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Written by: Jacques Bermon Webster II, Joseph Hill, Joseph Hill Jr., MIKE DEAN, Taji Ausar, Taji Kemar Jones