Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - Antidote lyrics

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Travis Scott (Travi$ Scott) - Antidote lyrics

Don't you open up that window Don't you let out that antidote Poppin' pills is all we know In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!) Don't go through the front door (Through the back!) It's lowkey at the night show So don't you open up that window Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah) Party on a Sunday (That was fun!) Do it all again on Monday (One more time!) Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God!) I might do it all again (That's boss sh**) I just hit a three peat f**ed three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry!) I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no!) My n***a, that's a no-no (Straight up!) She just want the coco (Cocaina!) I just want dinero (Paper hunting!) (Wait) Who that at the front door? If it's the feds, oh-no-no-no (Don't let 'em in, shhh) Don't you open up that window Don't you let out that antidote Poppin' pills is all we know In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!) Don't go through the front door (In the back!) It's lowkey at the night show At the night show At the night show (Higher) At the night show Ooh, at the night show (Get lit my n***a) Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show Everything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Ooh, your b**h not at home, she at the night show Ooh (Straight up!), f**in' right, ho Ooh, had to catch a flight for the night show Ooh (I stun!), let's get piped though Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light though I ain't got no type though Only got one night though, we can do it twice though It's lit At the night show Ooh, at the night show At the night show Ooh, at the night show At the night show Everything can happen at the night show Ooh, at the night show Anything can happen at the night show Stackin' up day to day, young n***a You know you gotta go get it, go get it, my n***a They hatin', they stinkin', they waitin' Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin' Lord I'm on fire they think that I'm Satan Callin' me crazy on different occasions Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient Over my n***as and these kids my ages Dealin' with Mo' sh** that's more complicated Like these two b**hes that might be related H-Town, you got one and you Bun B like a number one It's late night, got a late show If you wanna roll, I got a place where Poppin' pills is all we know In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!) Don't go through the front door (Through the back!) It's lowkey at the night show So don't you open up that window Don't you let out that antidote

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