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Travis Scott - Grey (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Joseph Hill Jr.
Joseph Hill Jr.
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Taji Ausar
Taji Ausar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Mixing Engineer
J. Hill
J. Hill
Producer
Tane Runo
Tane Runo
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 (oh yeah, baby) No matter what time, the skies are grey Ooh, around this time, was starving, no Ramadan Yeah, might've robbed you blind You, you, you, your dad and moms 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) 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 (oh yeah, baby, 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) mm-mm, mm-mm-mm (Grey) mm-mm, mm-mm-mm (Grey) the sky is grey (uh-huh) Whoa-oh-oh-oh (grey) Yeah, yeah (grey) Oh-oh-oh, whoa (grey) Yeah, yeah (uh-huh) The sky is grey Yeah, yeah, the sky is grey Mmm-mm, oh (grey!) Might be the last time I trip I know I said this shit last time (grey!), but damn I never had a trip like this (trip like this) Who knew a three-way 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 (gave me shit...) But pops ain't raised no bitch (no bitch...) I swung, I missed, he swung, he hit, then I hit that ditch (hit that ditch...) Raised in a town where they looked so good Outside like it ain't that serious (ain't that serious...) My nigga 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 nigga so good, he was so cold Another lost kid, Mo City soul (yeah-yeah) The sky is grey, whoa-oh, go Mm-mm, mm-mm, yeah
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Joseph Hill, Taji Kemar Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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