Travis Scott, Kid Cudi - LOOOVE

I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time) I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time) Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? [Verse 1: Travis Scott] They give me, they give me love, they love the Scott They love how the disc rock, they lovin' the Jac' No Wi-Fi, we hot spottin', connected the block Rollin' through the club, we feelin' the love Iller than my trees, they jockin' my steeze, please Five hundred degrees, nigga, who hotter than me? (Bitches, yeah) Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? See Travis Scott Live Get tickets as low as $44 They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time They love me, they love me, love to show me love (Love) They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time They love me, they love me, love to show me love (Love) Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Come and kick back with us This a new religion, come and have mass with us Tell me, have you made love to a bachelor-turned-ambassador? Used to grow up in the backwoods Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us We gon' make them Vogue bitches turn racheter First task, 'nihilate, you used to laugh at us Pass the Actavis 'cause a nigga past passivist Imagine my world of misogyny Nigga, fuck a, fuck a monogamy Got her head tipped over the driver's seat Meet me, don't go tell my mama 'bout this, baby Hold up, we gon' own the summer Never, never stressin', no, we always hit the numbers Cuzzo always stressin', always cuffin' different numbers Know he tired of makin' shit, you know the streets don't make diplomas Drunk somethin', tryna find my keys I find myself lookin' down at the stars, the bees The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan Might try a line, might try some crime, might try to dime But now it's time Baby, now it's time, na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na I get the love and they givin' it up like I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (Time, time) I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time) I get it, I get it, I get it, love They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time) Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? Y'all feel, y'all feel like that? It's on fire toni— [Verse 3: Kid Cudi] The night is too young and the love in the air, it hit me Follow all the vibes, I'm in every city Gamble with your life, thinkin' 'bout it woday Tell ya homie chill tonight, you don't want it with him We raise our glasses, the madness The tiny waist, the asses, dancin' in trances Baby say she ready and we 'bout to find out Don't be mad that your girl done found 'bout And we get it Never lied, rager-fied, on a mission And they lookin' like they know, but they didn't Let me slip into my mode, I slip round the notes Smokin' plenty with tequila, baby Members of The Rage runway with it Fashion week in Paris, front row with it Diamonds always dancin', no bullshittin' See a Black god on the job, yeah, I'm so winnin'