TraviS Scott - Backyard Lyrics

(Verse: Travi$ Scott)
Gonna grab that 5th, grab that 8th
Got what ya need, blow that dope, don't get 2 high
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride
Let me tell the tale of how God turned Scott
Over one lost trip to the sky
Let me tell the tale cuz ya threw the tail
When ya said I could make it this high
Who knew?! Goddammit who knew?!
The grass ain't greener on the otha side, it's just blue
Ya can really identify when ya looking in yo eyes
Ya ready to ride, that's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that roll
How Scotty entired that juice, had my back against that wall
Erry summer felt so cold, my dad ain't coming home till fall
That's why my pimp game so moist
Had that durag & all, had a twenty year ol' bitch in high school
Wasn't no telling what Travy might do, on the south side of that HOU
Hold up, let's take it back to that room, no car but still had drop
Just a hundred niggas standing outside
Life's a beach wit lot of sand on the lot
I'mma ride for all of my niggas, they foreva here by my side
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom
No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah

(Pre-Hook)
Yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talking bout
They ain't talking bout me, nigga
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real
Yeah yeah for real, for real
Fuck what they talking bout
If they ain't talking bout
We them niggas everybody talking bout
It's that real, yeah, for real

(Hook x2)
Backyard, we chilling
Backyard, we drinking, smoking
Hommie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we getting high
Back Backyard, we chilling
Back Backyard, we smoking, drinking
Back Backyard, we getting high
 

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