Travis Scott: TELEKINESIS (feat. Future & SZA)

It's too harder, fucked an R&B bitch, and that shit happen, yeah
Yeah, come on, you still wanna be [?] finally happen
Gotta make me happy, gotta make me happy, yeah
I could've took the pain and I could've went outside
Streets stuck near, raised me, but ain't help my daddy
Niggas tryna clone me, run out with my swag
For selling Coco, got Chanel on my jacket
Shawty give me mop with the less, it don't last
Takin' more drugs, all alone in the mess
Walkin' around tweakin' with the yoppa in my hands
Just another bro code, just preachin' for these bands
And I know I'm due for a billion-dollar advance (Uh huh)

I could see the future, I could see the future (I can see the future)
I can see the future, it's lookin' like we level through the sky
I can't wait to live in glory in eternal [?] (Just ignore it)
Won't you take the willing? I recline and I sit still
Might as well turn 'em now, he gon' pop up unannounced
To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds? (Like the way it sound)

You know the future of the bounce, ayy
I can hear your thoughts so loud, I can hear the crowd so loud
Do you like the way it sounds? Ayy
I can hear your thoughts so loud, I can hear the crowd so loud, loud

I can see the future, rival with the storm and some troopers
Ridin' through this shit, this shit is stupid
The sky walkin' 'round like I'm Luka
Duckin' all these convos like I'm Bruces, super
Mobbing with my angels dodging Lucifer (Might)
Seein' every angle, I can see through ya, yeah (Yeah)

I can see the future, it's lookin' like we level through the sky (See ya)
I can't wait to live in glory in eternal [?] (Live in glory)
Won't you take the willing? (See of) I recline and I sit still
Might as well turn 'em now, he gon' pop up unannounced
To the trumpets, do you like the way it sounds?
You know the future of the bounce (Bounce, bounce, bounce)

Get so much money 'til my skin peel
Cherry-red bands like the real pimp (Yeah)
My bro cook up dope, it take real skill
Share my bitch with my ho, ain't got no chill
You either gettin' to money or you gossipin' (Yeah)
She chose up but [?] playin' the lottery

Places I'd never thought I'd go I found models in
I got the demons clear when they callin' (Yeah)
Flights on the Earth so I had to make myself a planet (Haha)
Automatic dead when you goin' against my family
If you break us, my public, I just bought another bandit (Bought another bandit)
Bitch knew I was toxic, when she met me, I was a savage (Met me, I was a savage)
High in the hills, tryna avoid any manners (Yeah)
Private on the lear just like we imagined
Only sellin' for this Hi-Tech 'cause I ain't got the addy (Yeah)
Tryna be modest (Modest), sound like I'm braggin' (Braggin')
Cartier my frames, all because of my fame
Bitch said she ashamed to love me in public rather go private (Seen enough)

Get so much money 'til my skin peel
Cherry-red bands like the real pill
My bro cook up dope, it take real skill
Share my bitch with my ho, I ain't got no chill
You either gettin' to money or you gossipin'
She chose up but [?] playin' the lottery

I can see the future, it's lookin' like we level through the sky
I can't wait to live in glory in eternal [?] (Just ignore it)
Won't you take the willing? I [?]
Might as well turn 'em now, he gon' pop up unannounced
To the drummers, do you like the way it sounds?

I can't get enough, told you I just want it all
I can't get enough, you ain't been doin' enough
So cold, so cold, you're so cold, so cold
So cold
You could see the future, there's a sparkle in your eye
When you're all up in my thigh, can't let you
Niggas plottin' my demise, I got murder on my mind
I got money on the line, I can't lose if I tried
Let no bitch break my stride
Chosen, I'm gon' bet on me
Chosen, all my shit and teeth
Hoes and I can't fit no heat
Diamonds dancing on me
You're startin' to fuss, man, you fell out of pocket
You fucked that girl that you met at the party
I got some new niggas down in the lobby
How can I sleep when you're out catchin' bodies?
I still wanna be with you, trust me, I know that's insane
I'd rather fuck on you than fuck on lames
I did some shit in Berlin, my moldae
We both ain't shit and it's workin' for me
Workin' for me, yeah
I could see the future, I could see the future