HYAENA - Travis Scott

Lyrics by：Jacques Webster/Ebony Oshunrinde/Mike Dean/Noah Goldstein/George Clinton/Edward Hazel/Derek Shulman/Ray Shulman/Andy Votel/Kerry Minnear/Jahaan Sweet

Composed by：Jacques Webster/Ebony Oshunrinde/Mike Dean/Noah Goldstein/George Clinton/Edward Hazel/Derek Shulman/Ray Shulman/Andy Votel/Kerry Minnear/Jahaan Sweet

Produced by：Travis Scott

The situation we are in at this time

Neither a good one

Nor is it so unblessed

It can change

It can stay the same

I can say I can make my claim

Hail hail hail

Yeah okay

This is outta control

I'm drivin' through hell

And I done brought snow

It's shinin' in here

Then I done brought glow

I hear the sirens right out the chateau

Run me the info

Tryna hear what you did

Not how you came close

'Cause I get bobblehead like

I done made pro

I made Italian bread like

I done made dough

I be all around the map map

Write a show by myself like

I'm Chelsea Handler

Or write a series

'Bout my like

I'm Kelsey Grammar

Nicknamed the jet Jayhawk

'Cause it's outta Kansas

You know it's Spaldin' in my top

I'm in my esperanza

You know it's slammin' wall to wall

We gotta fill the stands up

With slaps and the anthems

Poetic justice

I got you in all my stanzas

With your model stances

You everything I know about it

Know about it

Know about it

Know about it

Know about it

Know about it

Know about it

Know about it

Know about it

What we know

We know we know

Where you shall go go go

Power power power power power

Ah ah ah ah ah

Uh uh uh yeah yeah yeah

C-notes B-notes

I took the biggest boat

We stayed down for life

It's like a jingle to do 'em all

We too much involved to spend a single ounce of time

She bust a whole ounce by doin' lines

I had to leave

Like the leaves do trees

I'm finally home

I wiped the stress

Then I touched that sweat

We took 'em 35 to 1 like this roulette

Hold up beg your pardon

We done lit up baby

Set up

Told the preacher never finish

That's to say the least

Buy it never lease it

But I gotta lease it

Mobile Mona type of pieces

Met Gala night Jesus Jesus Jesus

Skip it hit the city party pack

I got it with me

I'm shotty while I let you with me

I'm too bent to let you ride

Barely till it's empty

Gotta feel me pockets dumb fat

And I got a skinny

Squad is with me

And that's everything I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

I know about it

Mother earth is pregnant for the third time

For y'all have knocked her up

I have tasted the maggots

In the mind of the universe

I was not offended

For I knew I had to rise above it all

Or drown in my own