Way Back Lyrics - Travis Scott

Woah, yeah boy 

Woah, yeah boy 

Woah, yeah boy 

Don't wet no more 

I need fake niggas to get way back 

James Harden with the range on me nigga way back 

Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back 

(Wooo) 

I can't get no rest (we in the house) 

I fall asleep with a Tec (rack) 

Stashin' all the pills in my desk (rack) 

Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house) (come on) 

I can't get no rest (come on) 

I ride around with a Tec (champ) 

Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ) 

Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em) 

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Woah, wait 

It's summer time, why they tryna throw shade? 

All these wins I can never gold state (yeah) 

UFC I'm tapping to my old ways (alright) 

I'm addressing shit like I'm on Waze 

Showed ya love, ain't show it back in OK 

Like the girl, that she go both ways 

Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé 

Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah) 

Flew with that sound, nigga, got that Coldplay 

I be (yeah) makin' mils, made it to our hobbies (it's lit!) 

Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobbies 

You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby 

I'm so loaded off the pills, so don't ever try me 

So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean 

I need fake niggas to get way back (way back) 

James Harden with the range on me nigga way back 

Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back 

Whew 

I can't get no rest (we in the house) 

I fall asleep with a Tec (rack) 

If I take a sip, take the rest (rack) 

Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house) 

I can't get no rest (come on) 

I ride around with a Tec (champ) 

Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ) 

Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em) 

(We in the house) 

Look boy, don't believe what's on your TV 

Look boy, don't you sit close to your TV 

Look boy, seeing is believing 

Look boy, look boy (yeah) 

Would it be unlawful (yeah) 

To spend a honeymoon in a brothel 

And share pics from the camera 

But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal 

I'm down in the Meadows 

Slidin' down the Waterfall, creep to the ghetto 

Need my Rio de Janeiro 

And I'm swimmin' out that bitch 

Michael Phelps with the medals 

So visit me (yeah) 

I just built a castle deep (yeah-yeah) 

In them trees (yeah) 

That's how I get them backwoods free (yeah-yeah) 

This right here some savagery (yeah-yeah) 

Bend it back from me (yeah-yeah) 

Way-way back for me (yeah-yeah) 

Way-way back for me 

Way-way back for me 

Way-way back for me 

Way-way back for me 

Woah-ohhh-ohhhh-woah