LOOOVE

(альбом: UTOPIA - 2023)

[Travis Scott:]
I get it, I get it, I get it love
They love, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it love
They love, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it love
They love, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)
I get it, I get it, I get it love
They love, 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?

They give me, they give me love, they love the Scott
They love how the disc rock, they loving the Jac'
No Wi-Fi, we hot spotting, connected the block
Rolling through the club, we feeling the love
Iller than my trees, the Jac' in my steez, 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?

They love me, love me, love me, yeah
They love me, long time
They love, they love me, love to show me love (Love)
They love me, love me, love me, yeah
They love me, long time
They love, 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?

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?
Turning bad city, used to grow up in the back woods
Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us
We gon' make them Vogue bitches turn racheter
First task, now, look, 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 stressing, no, we always hit the numbers
Cuzzo always stressing, always cuffing different numbers
Know we tired of making shit, you know the streets don't make diplomas
Drunk something, tryna find my keys
And find myself looking down at the stars, the bees
The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan
I try a line, might try some crime, might try a dime
But now it's time, baby, now it's time
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, get the love, and they giving it up, like

I get it, I get it, I get it love
They love, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it love
They love, they love me, love me long time (Time, time)
I get it, I get it, I get it love
They love, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)
I get it, I get it, I get it love
They love, 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?

Fire ton—, fire ton—

[Kid Cudi:]
The night is too young and the love in the air hit me
Follow all the vibes up in every city
Gamble with your life, thinking 'bout it, going through the night, you don't want it with him
We reach the glasses, the madness
The tiniest of the asses, dance in the trances
Baby said she ready and we 'bout to find out
Don't be mad, and we get it to find out, and we get it
Living live, Richard Pryor on a mission
And these niggas looking out, but they didn't
Let me slip into my modal [?], smoking plenty but Tequila, baby
Members of the rage run 'way with it
Fashion week in Paris front row with it
Diamonds on me, dancing on bullshit
See a black guy done the job, yeah, I'm so winning