Travis Scott – Backyard

Aight, play the shit

Yuh, yuh

Yeah

Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need

Blow that dope, don't get too high

From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride

Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott

Over one lost trip to the sky

Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale

When you said I could make it this high

Who knew?

Goddammit, who knew?

The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue

You can really identify when you lookin' in they eyes

Who ready to ride, that's true

When they look in my eyes, they see that real

How Scotty entired that juice, had my back against that wall

Every summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall

That's why my pimp game's so moist, had that du-rag and all

Had a twenty-year-old bitch in high school

Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do

On the south side of that H-O-U

Hol' up, let's take it back to that room, no car, but still had drive

Just a hundred niggas standin' outside

Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot

I'ma ride for all of my niggas, they forever here by my side

It was just eight niggas in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real

Yeah, yeah, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga

Let it be known, yeah, it's that real

Yeah, yeah, for real

For real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout

We the niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real

Yeah, for real

Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high

Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin' high

Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high

Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin' high

Verses, one day you'll find your purpose

Now, my show's packed out like churches

Fans never missin' out a word on the verses (Now)

Never sit around, just workin' (Now), it was worth it (Now)

Once for certain (Now), I deserve it (Now)

Lord knows we don't get tired, been through more dirt than a derby

Mama worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service

She stayed in, out the hospital, you know that made me nervous (Uh)

Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent, uh

If a bitch don't want me, don't need them, still got my Jergens

And bitch, you can keep them herpes

Go alert me

No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey

You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs and

And my nigga, my nigga came home, so it just got real

Yeah, yeah, for real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga

Let it be known, yeah, it's that real

Yeah, yeah, for real

For real

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout

We the niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real

Yeah, for real

Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high

Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin' high

Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'

Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high

Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'

Back-backyard, we gettin' high