[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott] My momma always ask me bout attitude Damn momma I don't know at all I met this chick who want to meet up the avenue I had a feeling we'd have a ball She knows stars, I know that She want cars, I want jets She want to get eloped, but I don't know yet Pick up my fur after sitting, hanging in the coat check Give me (?), she pick me off, I didn't hit the door yet Damn I'm sorry, but that bitch going be looking love sick All on TV, crying to Maury, looking love sick While I'm probably in the Rari, going Audi, fucking with molly And we running on E, not the gas, but the molly And she fucking with me so she came to have a party Now she leaving with me, now you're love sick
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[Verse 2: Travi$ Scott) Dinner time, I'm dining out with a porn star She remind me of home, L.A., our second home See see we met at Leon, plenty empty bottles of Lonestar Conversation was long, how she landed from Rome Yeah she did Later on that night I got her back to the crib Kicked off My Will&Rich and got her down to her skin After all she got a little taste test of my kids You know what, we used to dream about this A couple models and Cris Way fresher than movies Should of know it was fake, I could tell by the boobies Treated life like a safe, load it up and then blew me Yeah she did Head so good it ain't even cost me Woke up, she gone Look what I lost, sheepskin and that (?)