One Time

Had to do it one time for the slow shit Do my little number like we frozen Everybody got a thing if you notice Never seen shit My heads down So many songs Ive aired out A whole catalog I rap alot had a notebook In the tenth grade Wrote everyday Im Travis Scott Now I’m making beats Call it cooking up I aint hooking up I aint looking up My life has always been Shookin up Since third grade I knew what’s up My childhood Was so good For the most part Gotta shed light on the good things Make a few mistakes Ive took things That I can never replace I won’t say lies To save my face Be a bad person Don’t have bad taste Talk to myself When I gotta touch base Ay Ay I won’t say lies To save my face Be a bad person Don’t have bad taste Talk to myself When I gotta touch base Wanna do love But i need some space Im one to rush And that aint no race Get so hurt Cuz it aint my pace High school love This aint that case This for the young man Tryna find him Got a whole list To play the violin Those sad tunes Turn violent The bad ones stay silent My ego has been quiet Your inner voice You should try it My happiness You couldn’t buy it It Aint that much But its priceless 21 Going thru a crisis Only i know my vices Ive never been the wisest Ive never been the nicest Thats something I’m gonna change Its good if shit don’t stay the same Embrace the new Only thing to do You Lost your heart What’s left to lose? When you chose to leave What’s left to choose What’s the move When you’re out of moves You know where to go But you’re out of shoes Too hard headed Don’t know how to lose Better tighten up on your seatbelt I was driving home Sparked up a joint Shouldnt be doing that but I still do Didn’t see the cop I pulled up next to I was so scared My first thought was ray Everything he say Don’t hot box That aint the best way And know I know But still I go Into that hole In search of gold If you want change It starts at home Even marriage Aint set in stone Its okay to let shit go Its okay to let shit go Its okay to let shit show It was hard Had to let him know Your my father Your my bro Crazy all that we can hold Play my song Fore you go to sleep If they played my shit Would you know its me? Back then you never noticed me Shit you probably did I just didn’t see Need to slow down Lifes a bitch you gotta hold down If you didn’t know Well you know now I don’t represent my hometown Moved so much Like pangaea Started back then When I still had a Nina Started back then Before the misdemeanor Cleaned up my act Be a little sweeter Cleaned up my act Got a little neater Got with jasmine Got the chance to meet her As for the next one Im hoping that you see her Hoping that she love me Like I love her Had to do it one time for the slow shit Do my little number like we frozen Everybody got a thing if you notice Never seen shit My heads down So many songs Ive aired out A whole catalog I rap alot had a notebook In the tenth grade Wrote everyday Im Travis Scott Now I’m making beats Call it cooking up I aint hooking up I aint looking up My life has always been Shookin up Since third grade I knew what’s up My childhood Was so good For the most part Gotta shed light on the good things Make a few mistakes Ive took things That I can never replace