[Part I]

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah)
Sippin' on p***, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit)
Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yah)
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright)

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
I was hot as hell out in the h*at (Yeah, yeah)
Then a st*** came in and saved my life
Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up)
Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night
In the nighttime (Woo, yeah)

[Part II]

[Intro: Kid Cudi & Philip Bailey]
This is the real action: the pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
Hmm, hmm,
Stop tryna be God, God

[Bridge: James Blake]
Is it the complex of the saint
That's keepin' you so, so, so still?
Is it a coat of old paint
That's peelin' every day against our will?
Is it too long since the last
Open conversation you had? Oh, no
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin' back?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
[Part III]

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Some—some—some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Luke]
No, no, no, no, no
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don’t follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls a*** got a clue
All of these **** I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her "hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that-pop that)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
She said "where we goin'?" I said "the moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
[Bridge: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Big Hawk]
Someone said
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said
Pl—playin' for keeps
Someone said, mother'—someone said
Don't play us for weak

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace the queen of soul, Aretha Franklin, ASTROWORLD number one, right now, VMAs, make some noise!
Yessir!