STOP TRYING TO BE GOD - Travis Scott

This is the rewatch, the hot pockets
The fritters, the missiles, the humans
All gathered in secrecy
And flying high as a kite

Hmm-hmm
Just know what this about
Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
Palm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart

Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you- are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your- job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God

Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine-to-five
Delta and I ship it overnight
Stop tryna be God almighty
Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah
It's never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin' down your eyes

'Cause they did not create commandments (ooh-ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy (ooh-ooh)
The signal's far from what you can be (ooh-ooh)
'Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you- are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your- job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God

Stop tryna play God almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin' shit my whole life
I wanted you bad, not tryna play God tonight
If I love her I'ma pass her one
First rule of war, you find an act of one
You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her

'Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal's far from what you can be
'Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

You won't succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love 'em, want to really burn me

Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's not who you- are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That's just not your- job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God

Is it the complex of the saint that's keepin' you 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?

Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
That it?



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Dean, Jacques Webster, James Blake Litherland, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Joshua Adams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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