Houstonfornication

Album: Astroworld (2018)
Charted: 53
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  • I might need me some ventilation
    A little vacation, Houstonfornication
    Mind redefine new renovations
    Space coupe back out of the space station
    Float around town do that on the daily

    How I'm supposed to feel safe, twelve live adjacent (twelve)
    Yeah, crib built like a prison where that bitch is gated (yah)
    Yeah, spendin' all my time up there gettin' faded (it's lit)
    Yeah, handin' out the E! to the Entertainment (alright)
    Yeah, you know I'm the saddest poppin' and it's dangerous (pop it, pop it)
    Ridin' through the clouds we goin' through the vapors (phew, phew)
    I'm just tryna get the paper, stayin' out the papers
    It ain't easily done, it ain't easy (yeah)
    Pop a seal like it's Chris, make it look Breezy (it's lit)
    Wedding bands on my fist, it is freezing (straight up)
    Throw the bands get a kiss, then she leave me
    I just want the peace, it's still Lambo' over Mercedes (yeah)
    Just built the Astroworld playground to play with my baby, yuh (my baby)
    Had a few pop singers, anyone could be yo' mama (yeah)
    Had some real conversations with my nigga, Bill, about congress yeah (straight up)
    We at the fest, come and link, per-request (yeah, alright)
    Send the pin, drop it in, GPS (yeah yeah)
    Seein' flashes, oh, no-no, that's my neck (yeah, it's lit)
    I've been livin' paranoid, watch yo' step (yeah yeah)

    Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
    We always forgive, but don't forget easily (oh, no)
    Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
    Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (yeah)
    I might need me some ventilation
    A little vacation, Houstonfornication
    Mind redefine new renovations
    Space coupe back out of the space station
    If it rise on the East, land on the West
    We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
    Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash

    Yeah, nobody can press me but the press
    Nobody can check me when it's chess (ah, nah, for real)
    They comin' at my neck like Gillette (Gillette)
    I'm out the cash, that's the butterfly effect
    I've been locked in for so long, I done got dreads
    Took the girl off the network then up the net
    Iced out watches for the game, Patek the set
    Had to move up off my block, it took finesse, yeah
    Just keep droppin' them bombs, you should probably save your breath, yeah
    We ain't gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
    All my dogs in my wheel, they gon' ride though 'til the death, yeah
    Elevator up the hill we ain't never take the steps, yeah (yeah, yeah)

    Ain't never freein' up and never let y'all, man
    We always forgive, but don't forget easily (oh, no)
    Cut my phone off so they can never reach me
    Life is just a maze, goin' through my phases (yeah)
    I might need me some ventilation
    A little vacation, Houstonfornication
    Mind redefine new renovations
    Space coupe back out of the space station
    If it rise on the East, land on the West
    We gon' make that shit pop, bust it for a check
    Call the plays, link the squad, we gon' make it cash Writer/s: Jacques Webster, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Rupert Jr. Thomas
    Publisher: ONErpm, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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  • Amanda from HoustonGreat song.
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