[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] 3AM rolling stoned, all I see is dust We feel like rockstars then we rockstars Sex pistol posers, they never heard of us I guess I need that white broad in that white car So raise your glasses homie cause we seem to bring the masses homie And shut down our whole town, fuck up shit My homie Jon copped them grapes and they busted Rollies and raviolis you in the cover of Vogue Don't look between the lines or it'll fuck up your mind She let us smell the line, let it fuck up our mind X2
[Hook] But the nights keep fallin hey What if the night keeps fallin hey X2
[Verse 2: Travi$ Scott] Summer time was the illest Used to pull up the pullup like it was Christmas Winter time furs is too cold, told em give me mine Last night I had a dream but I died too many times But fuck motto, when her breasts out tell 'em: "Take some fucking photos" Fill up the dressing room with Will & Rich and Quasimodo's So we popped the champagne so drunk spilled liquor all over her vera wang Its timeless but how many people here know what the time is Spend about a minute on it From the front row to the stage it feel different don't it So I'mma shine while I'm here make it mine while I'm here