MELTDOWN
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作词 : Jacques Webster/Aubrey Graham/Matthew Samuels/Coleman/Anderson Hernandez/Benjamin Saint Fort/BryTavious Chambers

作曲 : Jacques Webster/Aubrey Graham/Matthew Samuels/Coleman/Anderson Hernandez/Benjamin Saint Fort/BryTavious Chambers

[Part I]

[Intro: Drake]

Yeah

Tensions is definitely rising

T'd up right now

T time, T time

T time, T time, T time

[Verse 1: Drake]

Teatime like I got a cup of this shit

Tee time like golf at a quarter to six

I'd love to **** on a regular *****

Famous hoes lame but they stay on my ****

Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit

You talk to the cops on some therapist shit

You act like you love this American shit

But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6

Yeah, you scared of the 6

Yeah, you scared of the 6

Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke

Now you wanna go and inherit that shit

Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit

Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit

The weapons we got are some terrorist shit

Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit

She askin' for bread for her parents and shit

I told her, "I don't got no cash", and she said she could wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit

I pull out a million and stare at the shit

My **** just got hard 'cause a wire just hit

My schedule is out, come spin us, for real

Man, **** all that spinnin' the narrative shit

I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss

Give a **** about all of that heritage shit

Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit

Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit

Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit

You lucky that Vogue was suing, 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit

[Segue]

(I-I—)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Is you ****in' crazy? Is you ****in' crazy? (Ah)

And they scared of the seven (Seven)

After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)

Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It's lit)

Me at the house, I got seven in heaven

They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend

Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit

She inching my way and she started confessing

I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffery"

Connect collect calls right off of the celly

Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly

Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli

I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)

Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah), yeah

Is you ****ing crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)

Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)

Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)

Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, *****

[Segue: Travis Scott]

(Ooh)

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]

Yeah, is you ****ing crazy? (Nah)

Is you ****ing crazy? (What?)

Is you ****ing crazy? (Nah, nah)

Is you ****ing crazy? Uh

Is you ****ing crazy? Uh

Is you ****in'—

Is you ****in'—

Is you ****ing crazy?

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]

How many Texas boys done ran it up? A couple, maybe (Couple, maybe)

Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, **** Mercedes (**** Mercedes)

I'll **** a nigga ***** but she can't have the baby (Have the baby)

I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (In Walmart)

The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)

Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)

Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it)

Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (Ooh)

Is you ****ing crazy or what? Is you ****ing crazy? (****in' crazy)

Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)

Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)

We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh

Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy

Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)

Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (Blickey, blickey, blickey)

She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Is you ****ing crazy? Uh

Is you ****ing crazy? Uh

Is you ****ing crazy or what?

Is you ****ing crazy? Yeah

Is you ****ing crazy or what?

Is you ****in'—

Is you ****in'—

Is you ****ing crazy?

作词 : Jacques Webster/Aubrey Graham/Matthew Samuels/Coleman/Anderson Hernandez/Benjamin Saint Fort/BryTavious Chambers

作曲 : Jacques Webster/Aubrey Graham/Matthew Samuels/Coleman/Anderson Hernandez/Benjamin Saint Fort/BryTavious Chambers

[Part I]

[Intro: Drake]

Yeah

Tensions is definitely rising

T'd up right now

T time, T time

T time, T time, T time

[Verse 1: Drake]

Teatime like I got a cup of this shit

Tee time like golf at a quarter to six

I'd love to **** on a regular *****

Famous hoes lame but they stay on my ****

Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit

You talk to the cops on some therapist shit

You act like you love this American shit

But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6

Yeah, you scared of the 6

Yeah, you scared of the 6

Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke

Now you wanna go and inherit that shit

Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit

Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit

The weapons we got are some terrorist shit

Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit

She askin' for bread for her parents and shit

I told her, "I don't got no cash", and she said she could wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit

I pull out a million and stare at the shit

My **** just got hard 'cause a wire just hit

My schedule is out, come spin us, for real

Man, **** all that spinnin' the narrative shit

I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss

Give a **** about all of that heritage shit

Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit

Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit

Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit

You lucky that Vogue was suing, 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit

[Segue]

(I-I—)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Is you ****in' crazy? Is you ****in' crazy? (Ah)

And they scared of the seven (Seven)

After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)

Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It's lit)

Me at the house, I got seven in heaven

They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend

Lil' shawty a therapist, poppin' her shit

She inching my way and she started confessing

I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffery"

Connect collect calls right off of the celly

Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly

Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli

I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)

Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah), yeah

Is you ****ing crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)

Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)

Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)

Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, *****

[Segue: Travis Scott]

(Ooh)

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]

Yeah, is you ****ing crazy? (Nah)

Is you ****ing crazy? (What?)

Is you ****ing crazy? (Nah, nah)

Is you ****ing crazy? Uh

Is you ****ing crazy? Uh

Is you ****in'—

Is you ****in'—

Is you ****ing crazy?

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]

How many Texas boys done ran it up? A couple, maybe (Couple, maybe)

Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, **** Mercedes (**** Mercedes)

I'll **** a nigga ***** but she can't have the baby (Have the baby)

I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (In Walmart)

The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)

Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)

Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it)

Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (Ooh)

Is you ****ing crazy or what? Is you ****ing crazy? (****in' crazy)

Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)

Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)

We outside with the army, so you need the—, uh-uh

Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy

Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)

Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really banging (Blickey, blickey, blickey)

She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Is you ****ing crazy? Uh

Is you ****ing crazy? Uh

Is you ****ing crazy or what?

Is you ****ing crazy? Yeah

Is you ****ing crazy or what?

Is you ****in'—

Is you ****in'—

Is you ****ing crazy?

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