Travis Scott Stop Trying To Be God

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…