TRAVIS SCOTT Bad Mood / Shit On You

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TRAVIS SCOTT Bad Mood / Shit On You Lyrics, singer by TRAVIS SCOTT

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[Intro]
I just have one question...

Fuck outta my business
I done things that most men would ask forgiveness
Broke the code, the commandments from my descendants
Gives a fuck, new children in the buildin'
We ride with no limits
Shut the fuck up, don't you hear me tryna finish?
I'm in a bad mood [echoes]

Rob that dude
Fuck that couch, burn that house
We the cause of the era, you niggas we're new terror
A thousand on the leather, you niggas should know better
Some niggas new slaves, I do say (fuck, fuck)
Twice only on a Tuesday when I'm in a bad mood
Oooh, your skin mahogany (fuck, fuck)
Oooh, let's break the monotony
Government threw us in a maze (WHAAAT)
Have you trickin' forty K for some grades (WHAAAT)
Just to make forty K for the wage
Dropped out and made that in one day
I'm in a bad mood [echoes]

Ooh nigga I'm wildin' on 'em
Hmm, back pilling on 'em
I never feel the pain
Only God can make it rain
So I must be Mary, Joseph, Allah
Kid of a disciple, these thoughts is suicidal
Jumpin' off a buildin', quit thinkin' like a psycho
They tryna find a nigga dead, Chris Lighty
Anxiety, under the meds, Chris Bobby, AAAHH!

Skinny black bastard ridin' Casper
I tend to lose my thoughts when I walk
They say I'm a slave so tell me the master
Now his head on the pendant by the cross
Coke'd it then I fucked her for the theory
You know I'm crazy, I'm straight, no weary
I hate when conversates can't relate
You know it be fucking up my groove when I'm in a bad mood [echoes]

[Interlude]
I can't wait...
I can't wait just to shit on you

This one for the fuck fake niggas that love to just hate, dawg
Always talkin' that wild shit, see 'em never let them verbs off
All these fuckin' missed calls, might delete the whole call log
Thousand dollars for the jeans, fam, she grip 'em when a nigga swerve off
Think I need a desert A, need to zip my face
Thinkin' they know Jacques, niggas don't know me
Grew up on my lonestar, niggas roll that weed
(NIGGAS ROLL THAT, NIGGAS ROLL THAT... NIGGAS ROLL THAT WEED)

[Chorus]
I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you
I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you
I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you
Just to shit on you I can't wait, just to shit on you

[Outro]
Goodbye, Travis...
Dim, the, lights (lights, lights, lights, lights, lights...)
YEEEEEAAAAAH! I can't wait, just to shit on you
I, I, I can't wait, just to shit on you...